Hogwarts Slytherin

Snape still did not return to Hogwarts, and Professor Slughorn expressed great regret.

Professor Slughorn is a person who knows how to enjoy and be particular. Whether it is the pomp or the taste of the food, it highlights the grandness of this party.

Walking up to an empty classroom on the seventh floor of the West Tower, it was temporarily transformed into an event venue by Professor Slughorn.

When Reggie and Regulus appeared at the same time, they saw Professor Slughorn standing at the door and greeting them warmly.

He seemed delighted to have a Black coming, knowing that for some reason his Slug Club had been sending out a large number of fewer invitations this year.

Slughorn patted Reggie on the shoulder and repeated, "Reggie! You will definitely achieve great things in the future!", "Little guy, I have to say that you are the best I have ever taught. One of the students."

He seemed a lot more reserved when it came to Regulus, and just cheerfully welcomed his arrival.

It's not that Regulus isn't excellent, it's just that compared to Sirius, he seems too - a bit ordinary.

After Ruigi walked into the classroom, he was still shocked by the scene inside.

Silver velvet curtains spread from the ceiling to the four corners of the room, and stars danced on the huge open curtains, which placed very high demands on the wizard's transformation spell.

On the right side of the room, a small band was playing. House elves wearing napkins were holding trays several sizes larger than their heads in their hands, struggling to shuttle among the crowd.

When Reggie arrived, there were already many people in the room.

Turning his head to look, Professor Slughorn, wearing a green velvet robe, was still looking around.

Well, it looks like there are still important guests who didn't show up.

"Two cups of butterbeer, thank you." Reggie said to the house elf who happened to be passing by.

Hearing his thanks, the house elf slipped and almost missed lifting the tray held high above his head.

Reggie would occasionally go to the kitchen, where many elves remembered this great and kind-hearted wizard.

It bowed respectfully.

"I didn't expect you to thank the elf for educating him." Regulus spoke first.

"Can't you? They are a bunch of cute guys, aren't they?" Reggie took a sip of his wine glass and talked eloquently.

It was the first time for both of them to participate in club activities, and there were a lot fewer Slytherin members this year, so they naturally found a corner with their wine glasses in hand.

"Cute? House elf? Did I hear you correctly?" Although Regulus didn't say anything, the expression on his face clearly expressed what he was thinking.

Reggie smiled meaningfully: "In my opinion, they are simply angels. Speaking of which, I quite like Kreacher."

Speaking of Kreacher, Regulus had a little more understanding of Reggie's behavior of thanking him. He would also express his gratitude to Kreacher in private at home.

Regulus's expression softened a lot: "He is indeed very friendly to people."

"Ahem..." Reggie took out his wand and pointed it at his lapel casually, and the wine stains on it immediately disappeared. "Of course, the last time I saw Kreacher, he happily showed me his bow tie."

"Oh, that's what I gave it."

"You look nothing like your brother."

Speaking of Sirius, Regulus' expression suddenly froze and he took a sip of wine.

Reggie seemed unaware and continued: "I have never seen a better house elf than Kreacher. Has he always been in your house?"

Regulus was a little proud. In his heart, he had already regarded Kreacher as a member of Black, and that was also his family.

"Of course, Kreacher is very smart and loyal. He has been at Black House since his birth and my family loves him very much."

Even the pickiest Walburga treats Kreacher better than the Mudbloods. To know the status of house elves in pure-blood families, think of Lucius and Lestrange!

In comparison, Black, a pure-blood madman, was like an angel in his treatment of house elves.

So even though Black was almost dead later, old Kreacher still perfectly implemented the old master's philosophy - loudly insulting all the "crazy old men", "mudbloods", "thieves" and "lower ones" who broke into Black's old house. "Indiscriminate".

……

After getting the answer he wanted, Reggie quietly changed the subject and started talking about Quidditch.

Soon he regretted it.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly quiet Regulus was an avid Quidditch enthusiast. The slightly introverted Regulus became gushing when talking about Quidditch.

Reggie remained silent, nodding from time to time, but his ears were perked up to eavesdrop on the discussion of the Slytherins next door.

They were discussing the recent attack on Hogsmeade.

There was an injured mixed-race student inside. The family behind him was very powerful in the Muggle world. Facing the Ministry of Magic, which had always wanted to suppress the matter, they were very dissatisfied and threatened to make those terrorists pay the price!

It's okay to hear the story here, it's just harsh words. A Muggle actually wants to take revenge on a wizard?

What's more, those people were Death Eaters.

No one took this harsh words to heart, everyone regarded it as a joke.

but.

It's a joke only if you think it's funny, but the Death Eaters said it wasn't funny.

However, so many days have passed, and the forces behind the mixed-race student are still exerting pressure on the Ministry of Magic.

However, the "Daily Prophet" quietly published a piece of information about the death of three wizards in the Muggle world. Interested people noticed that these three people had another identity, and coincidentally they were all Death Eaters.

Who is so bold as to cause trouble with Death Eaters?

People are used to seeing the green mark flashing behind the Daily Prophet when reporting news related to deaths and disappearances.

This has not happened for a long time!

Several Slytherins next to them were having a heated discussion about whether the half-blood family killed the Death Eater.

"The timing was too coincidental. When did the Muggles kill them?"

"Isn't he a mixed-race? There must be a wizard behind him."

"But I heard that his mother's family doesn't have much power in the magical world."

"Who knows? What I'm worried about is whether Muggles really have some way to deal with wizards? Thousands of years ago..."

"Hmph! I think they are just out of luck and pretentious. Muggles are not worthy to be compared with wizards!"

Reggie was not interested in the injured classmate, but he was interested in the Muggle family behind him.

As we all know, most Death Eaters come from Slytherin, and Slytherin is rich in dark wizards, and dark wizards are all very cautious.

This means that regardless of whether it was done by those Muggles or not, the Death Eaters will blame them for this.

Regulus, who had been talking happily for a long time, looked at Reggie who was obviously in a trance, and belatedly realized that the other person had no interest in Quidditch.

Regulus, as a Black, was not interested in the current situation at all.

He is not yet 13 years old. He is the youngest Black child in this generation. Apart from those pure-blood relatives, he also has three cousins ​​and a brother, not to mention the still beautiful and powerful Wall. Buga.

To be honest, in everyone's opinion, even if the sky fell, Regulus would be the last to fall.

In everyone's impression, Regulus just needs to be a good boy and quietly accept what they instilled in him - pure blood and glory.

So the attentive Regulus discovered that Reggie was attracted by the conversation next to him, and listened for a while.

"How could Muggles be the murderers? It must be those evil Muggle wizards who attacked those unlucky ones." Regulus thought with a sad look on his face.

"What do you think about things in Hogsmeade?" Reggie suddenly spoke, and his slightly cold voice made it difficult to grasp the emotion in it.

"Ah?" Regulus looked a little confused, and he quickly understood what Reggie was talking about, "Maybe - maybe it was an accident. They might just want to scare those shaman wizards whose positions are unclear."

"You think there's nothing wrong with what they're doing? I mean those Death Eaters."

"I-I don't know...but if it's a hemp species, it shouldn't matter, right?"

In the concept that Regulus accepted, Mug wizards were thieves and swindlers. They "stealed" wizards' magic. Although they didn't usually show it, he never regarded the other party on an equal footing.

"Reggie!" Lily came over and greeted warmly: "Hello, Blake."

Reggie glanced at Regulus calmly. The latter looked a little embarrassed. After all, he had just said that...and Lily was a hemp witch.

"Lily, you are so beautiful today." Reggie put down the wine glass in his hand, half-smiling, and suddenly reached out to brush her hair, "It would be more appropriate to add a lily hairpin here."

When Lily heard this, a hint of shyness that was rarely seen in the past appeared on her cheeks, but she did not avoid it, but allowed Reggie to pin the hairpin in her hair.

She wore a dress tonight, and she looked even more beautiful.

Reggie's compliment gave her a warm and light feeling, which spread from her heart to every part of her body.

Today in the lounge, when faced with Potter's exaggerated yelling, her reaction was to give the latter a big eye roll.

At the same time, Lily also looked at Reggie.

Tonight, Reggie also wore a green dress robe, with a brooch on the collar that looked very valuable.

"You look good too!" Lily praised sincerely.

Listening to the two compliment each other, Regulus twitched the corner of his mouth and began to regret attending tonight's party.

Reggie suddenly looked behind Lily, "Did you come alone?"

Lily was a little embarrassed: "I invited Guna, but now I don't know where she has gone. Oh! Merlin, I have to go find her. See you later, Reggie."

Lily left angrily, and the discussion next door continued.

He glanced contemptuously at the people next to him, then turned to Regulus with a gentle smile.

"Do you know the difference between domination and massacre? The former is to gain power, while the latter is to satisfy one's own evil. In the beginning, the boundaries between the two are easily blurred."

Regulus frowned slightly.

Reggie stood in front of him, looking at the Slytherin boy who was not yet 13 years old calmly, but in his heart he couldn't help but sigh at his future outcome.

Regulus was thinking about what Reggie wanted to express. He always felt that something was wrong in it. After thinking about it for a moment, he still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Finally, he put away the confused look on his face, raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass, and murmured as if unintentionally: "They will get used to it."

******

A commotion broke out in the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw areas, as if someone was fighting.

Slughorn walked in panting: "Merlin! Stop, children, the curse stops!"

He looked a little annoyed, and Reggie noticed the blood-red figure in the distance, which was the principal of Durmstrang and several students.

"Okay kids, I don't think today is the right day for a little joke!"

Professor Slughorn continued to do what he was good at - classifying all conflicts into little jokes, and then explained to Durmstrang's group, "These children are more lively, my fault , oh, for Merlin's sake, I shouldn't have prepared so much wine."

Everyone laughed a lot at Professor Slughorn's "haha".

After emphatically introducing the principal of Durmstrang to everyone, Professor Slughorn immediately announced that everyone should enjoy this wonderful night.

Everyone found a seat in twos and threes and began to enjoy tonight's party.

The two of them also made a tacit agreement not to mention the previously interrupted topic, and each was too busy talking about it.

Reggie enjoyed the mutton chops at the table with all his heart. He looked around the crowd and saw Lily and Guna not far away.

With all due respect, what Guna wore tonight is really eye-catching!

She was wearing a pink dress, like a delicate peach, and with her Veela blood, the boys sitting around her couldn't help but keep peeking at her.

"My mother said Hogwarts should not accept those with non-human blood." Regulus said softly.

Reggie raised his eyebrows, "Mrs. Black is a little too harsh."

"My mother does tend to be strict sometimes - in fact, I have a question I want to confirm with you."

A trace of surprise flashed in Reggie's eyes, "Of course."

Regulus forced a smile and looked away unnaturally, "I heard that when you were in first grade, my brother - I mean Sirius, he received a shouting letter from my mother. Xin, is this true?"

Reggie said "hmm".

This was already an open secret in Hogwarts, but now Regulus didn't know where he got the news. Anyway, Slytherin was forbidden to discuss this matter for Black's sake.

No one has a hard time with Black.

Regulus's face suddenly turned a little pale, and after a while he lowered his voice with great effort and asked: "I heard that my mother's wording at that time... was somewhat inappropriate. Did all of you hear it at that time?"

"Mrs. Black was so excited that her words were a little too extreme." Reggie touched his nose and tried to be as tactful as possible.

Regulus' heart sank. He still didn't understand the quarrel between his mother and Sirius in Black's old house...

I just didn't expect that my mother would be so angry after learning that her brother was assigned to Gryffindor, so much so that she even lost Black's dignity...

"I understand, thank you, Reggie. Also, I hope you don't tell Sirius and the others about our conversation tonight."

After that, Regulus's mood dropped visibly, and neither of them spoke again until the end of the party.