Hogwarts Slytherin

Walburga is startled by Professor Slughorn's sudden visit.

After hearing the news that Regulus was injured, he still cleaned himself up decently before heading to St. Mungo's.

Professor Slughorn recalled the scene at that time, but Kreacher, who was standing by the side, let out a wail and almost collapsed to the ground after hearing that his favorite little master was injured.

After Regulus woke up, what he was waiting for was not the greetings from his family.

He was lying in a private room, a room full of Blakes.

Grandpa, uncle, aunt, father, mother, cousin, Sirius, all relatives are here except Alphard who is missing.

Seeing Regulus wake up, Walburga gave him a severe scolding.

Because he learned that as a noble Black, he actually put himself in danger because of Quidditch, which Walburga couldn't tolerate.

Of course, in the eyes of Sirius on the side, the so-called "harsh criticism" was nothing more than drizzle.

But for Regulus, who had been quiet and well-behaved at home since childhood, it was no less than a storm.

Those who wanted to stop him were afraid of Walburga's intimidation and did not dare to speak.

Walburga knew her youngest son too well, and she knew not to treat Regulus the same way she treated her rebellious son, Sirius.

After expressing his disappointment, Walburga began by talking about the long history of the Black family.

Talking about the glory achieved by the tribesmen in the past generations, and then to Bellatrix, who recently had a transcendent status under the Lord, he finally emphasized what Regulus should do - not be a stupid person. Quidditch match.

Sirius wanted to stand up and refute, but he was already imprisoned in place by Bellatrix, who had quick eyes and quick hands, unable to move.

When Walburga and others left in a grand manner, Regulus had not yet recovered from this spiritual baptism from the inside out.

The ward was quiet, but Regulus's heart was in turmoil. The moment his body touched the ground, the thought of death did flash through his mind.

And he did almost die, if he hit the ground with his neck first - fear, fear, and shame intertwined in his heart, and he fell asleep in a daze.

Even in his dream, his mother Walburga still looked at him coldly, "Regulus Black, you really disappoint me!"

……

"I'm sorry, mother."

"No more, mother."

He is a Black, destined to shoulder Black pride.

Rookwood dropped out.

According to Professor Slughorn, he dropped out of school voluntarily.

His expression looked a little serious, unlike his usual smile. The students who received the news were surprised and started talking about it.

Regulus was looking bad... was he dead?

No, it won't!

If Regulus died, the other two Blacks at Hogwarts would not have this reaction.

Sirius seemed a little preoccupied these days. His melancholy expression was a little more different than his usual unruly look, and the girls looked at him more frequently.

The surrounding students speculated on the reason why Lukewood dropped out of school, but they could never get a definite answer anyway.

******

On the day Regulus returned to Hogwarts, Halloween came as planned.

The candles on the ceiling were replaced with the iconic jack-o'-lanterns, making the entire Hogwarts auditorium warm and bright.

At the long Slytherin table, a seat that had been empty for some time was finally filled.

Reggie looked at Snape opposite him. He hadn't seen him for a while and noticed that his face was gloomy and solemn.

He and Anthony looked at each other, with a tacit understanding and did not take the initiative to ask.

Even being friends doesn't mean you have to know everything about the other person.

In the afternoon, Regis went to the hospital wing alone to visit Regulus.

As soon as she entered the door of the hospital wing, she saw Madam Pomfrey driving away several Slytherin girls with an unhappy look on her face, and asked Reggie rudely: "Do you have any questions?"

Reggie was a little confused, but he still said patiently: "Madam, I'm here to visit Regulus Black."

Madam Pomfrey then softened her expression and led him inside, not forgetting to warn him: "Don't chat for too long, the patient still needs to rest."

The ward was quiet. At Madam Pomfrey's signal, he walked towards the bed by the window on the left. Regulus was the only patient in the whole room.

Just walked to the bedside.

Madam Pomfrey's angry voice came from outside again: "Miss, I am very sure that you are very healthy! Please leave immediately, otherwise I will deduct deductions from your college because of the meaningless work you have given me. point!"

Regulus woke up suddenly, and then saw Reggie beside the bed.

"Huh, she asked me to be as quiet as possible before coming in." Reggie shrugged.

Regulus sat up in surprise, "Why are you here? Thank you for coming to see me."

"How do you feel?" Reggie continued, pulling the stool next to him and sitting down.

"I thought I was going to die." For some reason, Regulus felt an inexplicable closeness to Regis, and there was a hint of imperceptible fear in his tone.

"You did almost die."

Reggie wasn't talking nonsense. He didn't think too much at the time and tried to soften the ground. Unfortunately, the magic power consumption was so terrifying that it almost drained him dry in just one go.

This also made his face turn pale at that time. Hilde may have noticed something, so she looked at his back thoughtfully after he left.

Regulus didn't know why, and was choked by his straightforward words, and soon felt very embarrassed to speak.

"I'm sorry, your broom... I can compensate you."

Unfortunately, the Firebolt flew in the direction of the Whomping Willow, and the outcome was predictable. When Mrs. Hooch found it, she found a stick.

"No, I'll just give it to you."

"No! Give me a price, I-"

"Ten thousand gold galleons."

"Thank you for your generosity."

Reggie: "..."

Being a Blake?

*******

Halloween dinner.

Headmaster Dumbledore stood on top, and his speech was similar to last Halloween, except this year he had a few more words to welcome the representatives of other schools.

The magical world has been very unstable recently. Many outstanding Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix are engaged in battles with Death Eaters every day, and many of them have lost their lives in the battle.

The Daily Prophet mentions Dumbledore's name almost every time in its death articles. Many people wonder why he can't take action against the mysterious man like he did with the German one before.

Dumbledore said nothing about this, and only occasionally showed up in the school. At other times, no one knew where he was.

After eating and drinking, the students staggered back to the dormitory one after another.

Professor Flitwick's office.

Reggie filled their glasses again, and Professor Flitwick shook his head drunkenly.

He continued to toast to the other party, and Professor Flitwick drank the glass in one gulp.

"Then what?" He continued to ask, waving the wand in his hand, and the empty wine glass was filled with liquid again.

Professor Flitwick let out a long burp of wine and continued: "Then, Albus defeated Grindelwald and imprisoned him in Nurmengard, and the magical world, burp, restored stability."

"Excuse me for being rude, Professor, I have always been curious, did the mysterious man graduate from Hogwarts?" After the other party took another drink, Reggie spoke slowly and his voice was full of bewitching.

"Oh, Tom! Of course, all of us like him, he is polite and talented, even Minerva is full of praise for him!" Professor Flitwick shook his head regretfully, "All of us Everyone knew he would achieve great things, but unfortunately, he chose the wrong direction."

"R-Rigi, I don't know if it's right to tell you this. Ms. Gray came to see me two days ago, and her tone sounded like she had a very bad impression of you."

"Maybe she was a little unhappy because she asked something about Ravenclaw's diadem before."

"It turns out that Ms. Gray really hates people mentioning her mother and the crown in front of her."

Under Reggie's ulterior motives, he obtained a lot of gossip information from Professor Flitwick tonight.

Before leaving, he thought about asking for a receipt for the restricted book section. Unexpectedly, Professor Flitwick, who was already drunk, staggered out of his chair.

"Picture - if there are any interesting books in the library, let me show you...my baby."

Professor Flitwick said as he untied the wizard's robe and groped around on it.

From top to bottom……

Reggie narrowed his eyes, the wand in his hand ready to go.

"Oh, I found it." Professor Flitwick shouted happily and took out the wand from his waist.

Reggie breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the wand without looking for traces.

"Urgent appearance."

I saw that the empty space in the corner of the office began to distort, as if a crack opened in the space, and then a row of bookshelves appeared!

This is Professor Flitwick's baby!

There are not many books. I heard that Dumbledore has a whole room of private books. As the headmaster of Ravenclaw, it is normal for Flitwick to have some personal possessions.

Looking at Professor Flitwick who had fallen to the ground, Reggie grinned, his white teeth shining particularly brightly.

******

He pulled out a copy of "Wizard Origins: Bloodline Magic" and slowly sank into it.

According to the above records, there is a reasonable explanation for the "blood theory" that pure blood adheres to.

After the passage of time, "pure blood supremacy" is more often used by pure academic families as a weight in their struggle for power and interests, and as a means to raise their own self-esteem.

Maybe they themselves don’t know the true meaning of “bloodline”.

The book explains that the blood of the earliest wizards was very pure. They were naturally born wizards, and their blood carried the mysterious power of the origin of magic.

The first wizards did not understand the importance of bloodline, and many of them combined themselves with ordinary people.

Even so, the majority of their descendants are able to awaken magic power.

However, with the dilution from generation to generation, many wizards merged with Muggles, and the power of the blood became weaker and weaker.

Their chances of giving birth to squibs are getting higher and higher, and their magic talent is getting lower and lower.

The first families to discover the anomaly woke up and began to refuse to marry Muggles, even marrying close relatives to maintain the purity of their bloodline.

These pure bloods themselves have a unique blood magic.

Seeing this, Reggie's breathing quickened slightly.

He couldn't wait to turn to the next page.

"It's a pity that these pure-blood families discovered it too late. There are no real pure-bloods in the magic world. Among their descendants, there are only a few who can awaken blood magic."

In fact, this is not necessarily the case. Those extreme pure bloods have a much higher chance of awakening blood magic than ordinary wizards.

It's just that the quality varies.

At least Slytherin's talent for snake-whispering was used stably. Even though Voldemort's mother was a squib and his father was a Muggle, he still perfectly awakened Slytherin's talent for snake-whispering, and he was born with higher magic power than most. wizard.

Blake, the natural master of Occlumency, the prophecy talent of the Trelawney family, and more!

And... a piece of information he accidentally saw from the mark flashed through his mind - "Incredible alchemical item - the time turner, its maker Lestrange will..."

Could the Lestrange family's blood magic be related to time or alchemy?

These wizard families who have mastered the secrets of bloodline have even set their sights on bolder areas.

A combination of wizards and magical creatures.

This behavior also leads to dire consequences.

At first, they used ordinary Muggles to conduct experiments. Unfortunately, Muggles' bodies could not withstand the magic at all, and the result ended almost as soon as it started.

Later, these crazy families began to secretly capture wizards for experiments. Except for a few who succeeded, most wizards still died miserably.

Finally, they began to suspect that only wizards with strong enough bloodlines could withstand the union between different bloodlines.

Then, these purebloods began to experiment on their own people.

This time, they succeeded and failed.

The mortality rate has indeed been reduced a lot, but it has almost brought disaster to the family.

While the powerful wizard endured the fusion of magical creatures, he also underwent some kind of mutation.

A giant with infinite strength, a strange half-human half-fish fish, an immortal vampire, a werewolf who transforms under the full moon...

A group of powerful magical creatures sprung up.

The wizards soon discovered that something was wrong, and those purebloods were also the first victims.

After finally cleaning up their mess, it wasn't long before the witch hunt began again.

Therefore, after a series of disasters, the wizard's inheritance experienced a serious break.

Reggie was reading enthusiastically when he turned to the next page.

Ok?

Gone?

Are you a eunuch too?

Judging from the color of the book, this "Wizard Origins: Bloodline" is obviously very old. He originally wanted to see if there were any related records about bloodline fusion later on.

Based on the above records, it is not difficult to guess that most of the blood magic has long been lost even in pure-blood families now that blood is thin.

But now that he has discovered the magic of bloodline power, Reggie's heart moved slightly.

He has an intuition.

He must have awakened some kind of blood magic.

He wanted to deeply discover the power hidden in his bloodline.