[HP] His little devil

Give her alone?

who?

Helena's blue eyes were wide open, and it was difficult to speak in this situation.

Regulus wasn't in a hurry, the two kept looking at each other in that ambiguous posture until Kreacher appeared.

"Kreacher poured water for Miss Bird!" Kreacher, who was only slightly younger than Laif, stared at Helena who was almost being pressed down by Regulus, and said sharply, "Miss Bird, drink water." !"

Helena immediately supported Regulus' chest and pushed him away. She stood upright with eyes on her nose, nose, nose and heart, and the burning heat from touching him still remained on her palm.

He was so hot that he could feel the scorching heat even if he touched it through the material of his shirt.

"Thank you." Helena caught the water glass floating in the air, took a quick sip, and said, "Please, Kreacher."

Kreacher looked at her for a long time before slowly bending down, with his long nose sticking to the ground, and said: "Miss Bird thanked Kreacher, but it's really unnecessary. Kreacher was just following Master Regulus' orders, Ray Kreacher will do as Master Gules asks!"

After finishing the words, before Helena felt offended, Regulus frowned and said, "Be polite, Kreacher."

Tears welled up in Kreacher's big eyes, and after a few seconds he started banging against the wall.

Helena wanted to persuade it, but was dragged away by Regulus before she could speak.

The boy took her hand and quickly looked around the area where the candles were lit in the manor: "Where is your room?"

After all, Bird Manor is a single-family manor, slightly larger than No.12 Grimmauld Place. In its most prosperous period, this manor once received all the famous and noble wizards in history. How smart Regulus was, he quickly He felt the pattern of candlelight in the manor, walked along the brightly lit corridor, and found Helena's bedroom accurately.

The expensive carved wooden door looks very old, and the corners are even a little damaged.

Helena caught a glimpse of Regulus looking at the damage, and she turned sideways in shame and said, "What are you doing here? Can you stay for so long? Don't you have to hurry home? Mrs. Black found that you left home without reason If you do, you will be angry..."

"She knows I'm going out." Regulus' hand fell on her shoulder, pushing her away a little bit, allowing the door to fully reveal itself again.

Helena was immersed in his answer - he said that Mrs. Black knew he was going out, and he even brought Kreacher here, which means...

"She knew you came to find me?" Helena stared at the boy's side face, and expressed her inner conclusion.

Regulus responded without changing his expression, and before Helena spoke again, he suddenly said to the air: "Kreacher, fix this door."

Kreacher appeared shortly thereafter, cast a spell over the door, and soon the door was restored to its original splendor.

The colors are bright and magnificent, the wood is expensive and thick, and the carvings are intricate and exquisite. Helena looked at it in surprise, and the hand hanging by her side slowly clenched into a fist.Just one door is so thoughtful, which shows how glorious the Byrd family used to be.

But time has changed, and in her generation, she already needs to do summer jobs to barely make ends meet.

"Don't think so much." Regulus said suddenly, breaking Helena's gloomy association.

"When we graduate, we can use magic outside the school, and we can use our own ability to repair everything here."

His voice was low, and he was getting closer and closer to her. When Helena looked up, their faces were almost touching.

Regulus stood beside her, he turned his head, and their profiles were pressed together.

Helena held her breath, feeling that someone was holding her shoulders, and the expensively dressed boy comforted her in a low voice: "I will accompany you to do this, and I will help you revitalize the Byrd family."

Helena gradually calmed down.

She breathed silently: "Will you help me?"

"Yes." Regulus said without hesitation, "I have a reason to do this, and I must do it."

Helena followed his words and asked, "Why?"

Regulus stood up straight, and also pressed her shoulders so that she faced him.

"Because we will get married, didn't I say I will give you someone? That person is me."

The candle flame flickered at this moment, and Helena looked at the flickering flames on Regulus' pale and melancholy face, restrained her heart that was about to jump into her throat, and said in a hoarse voice: "What did you say? Say it again once."

The black-haired and gray-eyed boy didn't have a smile on his face. He said solemnly: "I have canceled my engagement with Lestrange, and I will take you to see my mother soon. If possible, I will arrange for you before the summer vacation." Why don't you come to my house as a guest?"

He really gave her an explanation, an explanation that made her flustered and delighted.

Helena said at a loss, "This, so fast?" She said nervously, "I didn't expect this to be successful...I mean, it's really too fast, Regulus, seeing your mother so soon, I Worried that I might not do well enough…”

After all, compared to Miss Lestrange whom Mrs. Black was satisfied with, Helena was still very different.

Of course, Regulus knew what she was worrying about. He directly embraced Helena who was almost trembling, and said calmly, "You will do well, and you will not be worse than Lestrange."

Helena was stuffed in his arms, it felt so good to rely on him justifiably, the elegant smell of him poured into her nostrils, she slowed down her breathing a little, and murmured: "Really? You are too kind to me I am confident."

"It's not that I have too much confidence in you, it's that you will indeed do better than her."

Helena raised her eyes slightly, and looked at him in confusion.

Regulus' eyes fell on her red face, his steady breathing suddenly became disordered, and after a while he let her go stiffly, and said with a blunt tone at the beginning: "No one knows me better than me. Mother, with me helping you, of course you will do better than her."

Helena was wonderfully convinced.

Yes, the person who knows Mrs. Black best in the world is standing in front of her, what else can she worry about?

What she was more curious about now was why Regulus suddenly became so weird.

"What's wrong with you." Helena took a step forward, and Regulus took a step back. She looked at him, but he turned his face away from her. "You are very strange, why are you so far away from me?"

She asked so bluntly that Regulus didn't know how to answer.

Seeing her approaching again, he suddenly asked her: "It's just you and me here now, isn't it?"

Helena said inexplicably, "There are probably two house elves..."

Kreacher and Leif were not within the scope of Regulus' consideration. The moment Helena finished speaking, he suddenly took a few steps forward, and Helena had to lean heavily on the restored carved wooden door. His back hurts a lot from the carvings on the wooden door.

Before she could cry out the pain, her lips were blocked.

Unlike all the kisses in the past, this one was so violent that it almost swallowed Helena.

When it was all over, the candles in the corridor were all burned out.Lev disappeared and changed the candles, Helena leaned against the door panting, Regulus propped up his arms to block all the light from her.

She whispered hoarsely in the darkness: "Regulus, my back hurts..."

Regulus immediately pulled her back into his arms, put his hands on her back, and rubbed her gently.

"Is it better?" His low voice asked right next to her ears, and Helena felt her ears itch. She leaned her sideways face against his chest, listening to his unsteady heartbeat.

This heartbeat told her a message—compared to her, he might be more restrained and nervous.

Helena relaxed all of a sudden, curled up her mouth and nestled into his arms and said, "Not good." She exhaled, "It still hurts."

Regulus didn't leave until late at night that day.

Helena tossed and turned in her bed, and couldn't help laughing when she thought about their conversation today.

This joy lasted until the day when I was going to go to Black's house.

Regulus helped her bring a dress, which was pure black without any variegated colors. The texture of silk was very comfortable against the skin, and it was slightly cool.This dress reminded Helena of Christmas Eve last year, when Regulus, who had attended the ball, came to see her through the fireplace, and she was wearing a black dress at that time.

It's just that the shoulder straps of that dress are very thin, but this one is completely different.

Not only were the shoulder straps wide, but Regulus also put a long black coat on her over the dress.

"Would it be too depressing for me to dress like this?" Helena looked down at herself, "It's all black, won't it be old-fashioned?" She frowned, not because she cared about beauty, but because she was afraid of the first time The first time I saw Regulus' mother left an imperfect image.

Regulus was much taller than her. He stood there and looked down at her. When she raised her head in trouble, he stroked her long red hair and said, "No." His slender, white fingers ran through the She has thick and slightly curly red hair, and her gray eyes flow down on the red hair, "Your hair is beautiful. With it, black is more suitable for you."

He was absolutely right.

Helena's bright red hair is so eye-catching, if she dresses up carefully and wears light colors, although she will be more beautiful, it is too lethal.

He didn't take her to participate in the witch beauty pageant, he took her to meet the parents, or it would be safer to be black.

When he said that, Helena felt relieved a lot.Before she left, she put on a hat, and the black gauze hat covered half of her face. Her slender figure followed closely beside Regulus, and the trusting look in her eyes when she looked at him seemed to be a promise to him. everything about her.

Sirius Black felt the same way when he saw her.

He stood sideways on the side of the stairs, staring meaningfully at the couple in the hall, and was about to speak when he saw his mother appear.

He immediately shut his mouth, turned and went upstairs in a dispirited manner, Walburga was very satisfied with this, she didn't want that rebellious son to disturb today's important meeting, she was very grateful for the fiancée she was about to meet, which was personally selected by her youngest son interest.

Helena kept telling herself not to be nervous, not to be nervous, but she was still very nervous when she really saw Mrs. Black.

More nervous than when I first met Dumbledore.

"Good day, Mrs. Black." Helena never forgot the etiquette no matter how nervous she was, and greeted Regulus' mother seriously.

Walburga did not hide her pickiness at all. She looked Helena up and down several times before she retracted her gaze and said, "Good day, Miss Bird. I heard that you and Rael are classmates, so you should also Are you in fourth grade?"

Helena nodded, she didn't say much, but her attitude was very respectful.

Of course Regulus wanted to hold her hand to give her strength, but it was not suitable for him to do so on this occasion.He knew his mother too well, if he was too protective of Helena, it would only make his mother feel that Helena was too cowardly, and couldn't even handle this scene, let alone a bigger scene in the future.

So all he could do was stand aside and watch calmly, leaving Helena to bear all this alone.

Sirius Black didn't go back to the room directly after he went upstairs. He lay on the fence above and looked down. He thought he could see his brother defending Helena in front of his mother, but there was nothing.

He clicked his tongue, seeing Helena briefly but decently answering his mother's cold and tricky inquiries, while his younger brother still didn't respond, he couldn't help being very bored.

He thought that he finally saw a little bit of the sameness of their brother in that good brother, and finally saw his resistance and autonomy, but in the end he found that level was too weak.

So weak that he dismissed it.

He straightened up, folded his hands in his pockets, and planned to go back to his room, but stopped after walking a few steps.

He scanned the direction downstairs, turned around and walked towards Regulus' room.

In Slytherin, especially in the Black house, the Lord was no secret.

Sirius was in the fifth grade at the beginning of school, and he heard more and more news about that person during this time.

The other party's extreme ideas and bloody actions made him extremely disgusted. It was precisely because of his disrespect for that adult that the relationship between him and his parents became worse and worse, almost breaking down.

He was thinking - what about Helena?As his younger brother's fiancée-to-be, how would Helena Bird feel about the fact that his younger brother admired that adult as much as his family, and was even very likely to become the backbone of the other party?

He was very curious, so he wanted to do something and asked her to express this feeling as soon as possible.

Pushing open the door hung with "No entry without express permission", Sirius slipped in without a sound.