Dementors of the Blakes

Just when Sirius wanted to catch up with Regulus and talk a few more words, Regulus just ran into a little trouble.

He was blocked on the road by several people, and then surrounded by a wall. One of the guys who seemed to be the leader stepped forward and looked at him carefully.

"Blake?" He raised his chin with a slightly disdainful tone, and his eyes were full of provocation.

Regulus brushed the hair on the side of his face with his fingers a little speechlessly. Although the Black family has two heirs, one has gone to Gryffindor, and the other looks mediocre and unknown. It seems that the situation is not good recently. Wonderful, but still a big family after all.

What's more, Narcissa is already engaged to Lucius, and she will become the wife of the Malfoy family after graduation. Bella has married Lestrange, which is also a good pure-blood family, so, at least in this In the past few years, the Black family has been relatively prosperous. Although Regulus has kept a low profile since he entered school, he still won't be questioned at the door, right?

Sure enough...it was Brother Silly who has been stalking people for the past few days. The snakes in Slytherin were worried that Regulus would be assimilated by lions, so they specially brought in a stunned young man, Came to test it out.

"I don't think...my surname should be questioned with a question mark?" Regulus leaned against the wall and replied lazily, "Unless someone has neither eyes... nor a brain. "

As soon as the words fell, the boy's face turned red immediately, which made Regulus, who was wearing a formal shell, feel guilty of bullying a child. Hey, these brats are really 11 years old.

So, he was too lazy to say anything, looked around, and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure, with his lips pursed and his face darkened, holding a few books and walking past here quickly, whether he would glance at it or not. .

Ah, it turned out to be him.

Regulus rolled his eyeballs, and his mind suddenly went crazy. He didn't care what the guys surrounding him seemed to want to say, so he raised his hand, crisp and loud. He greeted him calmly: "Hi, Senior Snape!"

Then, he didn't care whether Severus Snape knew him or not, so he dodged sideways from the group of teenagers, and walked in front of Snape in three steps at a time. The group of little ghosts surrounding him stared blankly.

Who is this person?

Severus Snape searched his mind and was sure he didn't know him.

How did the other party know his name?

Snape looked at the boy walking towards him with a smile, and then at the few malicious guys behind the boy, and suddenly suspected that the other party wanted to use him to get out of trouble.

It's a pity that he probably found the wrong person. The other party knew his name, so they didn't know that he, Severus Snape, was not a person who could command the wind and rain in Slytherin.

So Snape decided to pretend he hadn't heard and continue on his way.

However, Snape didn't expect that this strange junior didn't look like a Slytherin when it came to stalking people, but had a very Gryffindor flavor.

He actually followed him all the way and refused to leave!

What is he doing?Didn't those people who pestered him not follow?Then why is he still following him, a down-and-out senior with no use value! ?

Snape suddenly became a little annoyed, he simply stopped in his tracks, then turned around and looked at the other party gloomily, his face was so dark that it seemed to be surrounded by dark clouds.

"Is this your attitude towards the senior? Following you all the way?" Then, he paused, and looked up and down the other party's good-quality robes, and the shirt collar that was faintly exposed inside, with the latest dark patterns on it patterns.

Heh, he was a completely different person from the greasy-haired senior in a shabby robe.

"Could it be that all the noble manners in your mind have turned into thorn grass?" Snape couldn't help but sarcastically.

Compared with Snape's vigilance and hostility, Regulus seemed much more relaxed.

He bowed slightly towards Snape, and then extended a hand sincerely: "Regulus Alphard Black, nice to meet you."

Snape ignored him, in fact, he looked at the hand that was outstretched under his eyelids like a scourge.

He noticed Regulus' surname, and also remembered that this guy is someone's younger brother, and then he suspected that the reason why the other party knew him and how polite he was to him was to apologize for his brother's "evil deeds" .

Otherwise, how could the two of them have a relationship?

It has to be said that whether the Black family is a lion house or a snake house, there is an unavoidable nature that makes people spurn, that is self-righteousness.

So Snape just sneered angrily and turned away.

It wasn't until Severus disappeared from his sight that Regulus withdrew his hand nonchalantly.

He noticed that the other party seemed to have misunderstood something, otherwise he wouldn't have suddenly changed from a somewhat defensive attitude to disgust, but it didn't matter, it was also Slytherin, and there was always a chance for them to meet again.

But Regulus didn't expect this opportunity to come so soon.

This day happened to be the first grade's Potions class.

He didn't notice it during class, and it wasn't until after class that he packed up his things and was about to leave that Regulus discovered that there was something that didn't belong to him in the interlayer of books under the desk.

There is an additional book, which seems to be a second-grade potion textbook, with various standard handwriting and annotations in it. It can be seen that the owner's potion production level has definitely surpassed that of the second grade.

whose book is this?

No name was written, but the strange title of "Half-Blood Prince" was marked.

Regulus didn't know whose nickname the Half-Blood Prince was, but when he mentioned the second grade and mentioned the potion, he thought he probably knew who it belonged to.

That person...should be looking for textbooks soon, right?

In view of the fact that there were no other classes left, Regulus decided to wait for the other party here.

However, Snape arrived later than he had imagined.

Sure enough, he rushed to the Potions classroom in a hurry, and happened to be at the position where Regulus was just now, and began to search hard, but of course, he found nothing.

Does this count as fate?

Regulus, who was hiding in the corner, touched his chin, and then walked out: "You're looking for this? Senior Snape?"

Snape was slightly startled, and then looked up towards the direction the voice came from. This time, it was Regulus' turn to frown. The corners of Snape's mouth were cracked, as if he had fought with someone.

how so?Regulus squinted his eyes strangely. He had already seen that the stupid brother had come back from the future. He didn't think Sirius would go after Snape again, unless he was out of his mind again.

But besides the Taoist, who else would...

"It's you." Snape recognized Black's little brother. He had a stubborn face, and his eyes stopped on Regulus's hand. There was a textbook there, which was left by Snape.

What the hell does this guy mean?What is he up to?

Snape was completely entangled. Thinking of Sirius Black's strange reaction after he clashed with James Potter again today, the look of wanting to separate the two teams but being unable to do so... is really suspicious .

Could it be possessed by some strange thing?

Or... Snape couldn't help blurting out: "What did you say to your brother?"

He had never seen such a nosy Slytherin.

Then, he saw a flash of realization in Regulus' eyes... There was indeed something wrong with the brothers, but Snape didn't want to care about it, so he avoided the question and held out his hand: "That's my textbook."

Naturally, Regulus never thought of confiscating Snape's textbooks.

He stepped forward, handed him the textbook, and saw the bruises and scars on the corner of the other's mouth more clearly. He thought, if he suggested that the other party go to the medical wing, he would probably be sprayed back severely.

So, he changed his words and advised: "Actually...one-on-four fights are very skillful."

Snape paused slightly with the hand that was holding the book, looking at Regulus' expression as if he had an extra flower bud on his face.

After Regulus automatically brought into the translation, he interpreted this gaze as anticipation and admiration, so he held back for a while and tried to make an invitation to Snape: "If you want, I Can teach you how to beat the crap out of them...with magic."

Then, in an instant, Snape felt that the bud on Regulus' face had blossomed...

He...he...he heard right?Poor Snape was instantly embarrassed.

He...how did he hear rumors that the introverted and cowardly, mediocre and low-key second son of the Black family is vowing to teach him how to fight in groups?