Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

In the old Black house, after Sirius got up, he could not find anyone at home. His father was not there, and his mother and Regulus did not know where they were.

Even Kreacher didn't want to talk to him...

Standing on the dim stairs with his head lowered, Sirius gripped the handrail tightly. Didn't he stop complaining? Isn’t it changing to what everyone expects?

Why still don't forgive him?

"It's great... I'm the only one left at home..." Sirius tried to calm down his trembling voice and stepped heavily on the stairs, making deliberate noises.

"Don't make any noise while walking?! I don't! You don't want me anyway! Don't you?"

Running around thumping, Sirius messed up his neatly dressed clothes, and ran around the room yelling, "What bullshit etiquette! I don't like these!"

"And these decorations! They're so ugly!" He reached out and pushed down the vases and ornaments. Sirius stood blankly in the middle of the living room. No one really came out...

There was no mother's dissatisfied scolding, nor father's sigh... and there was no Regulus who wanted to run to him and pester him with questions.

"She really doesn't look like a member of the Black family. If the mistress saw all this, she would be so sad that she would shed tears... Kreacher must quickly pack this pile of things..."

The elderly house elf appeared with a rag and used magic to restore order to the messy room, muttering dissatisfaction with the eldest young master.

"Do you even look down on me?" Sirius rushed over angrily, picked up Kreacher, and glared at him fiercely, "You are just a house elf! Why are you dissatisfied with me?"

"How dare Kreacher have a problem with the noble wizard? Kreacher just doesn't want to make the mistress sad. The master has enough things to deal with, so Kreacher won't cause trouble. Master Sirius, Kreacher can go clean now. ?"

Sirius threw Kreacher aside. His bulging chest seemed about to explode. What on earth should he do? He wants to ask for forgiveness from his family!

He also wanted to run around Hogwarts happily with James...

But this can never be done... From the beginning, he chose friendship over family affection, and he could only go on firmly.

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Not long after, Volga returned to the old house. She had just gone to Signus to comfort Bella, who wanted to rush over and teach the reckless fool...

"Haha..." She sighed, and Volga felt extremely tired. Her niece had such a hot temper that she always wanted to break other people's legs. Who did she learn this from?

When he walked to the sofa and was about to sit down, Volga's eyes twitched, and he pursed his lips and looked at the eldest son who walked out of the shadows. What is this guy so crazy about?

"Sirius...is something wrong?"

"I want to go to Godric's Hollow! I want to find Jaime!"

Volga frowned, a little dissatisfied with her eldest son yelling at her, but thinking of Orion's body, she held back the scolding words.

"Kreacher."

Volga called the house elf and gave a cold order, "Send Sirius to Godric's Hollow..."