[HP] The Elegance of the Night

I'm going to talk to you about keeping pets and -- what to do with Horcruxes.

Regarding Dumbledore's request, Igil groaned inwardly, but on the surface, the black-haired boy in the Snake Yard only raised his eyebrows, with a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and no one could see that the thoughts in his mind had turned in an instant Countless.

"I've been raising Basilisk for a whole year, and it saved my life, sir." Igil emphasized this point, trying to arouse guilt in the old man's heart.It also reminded him that it would be too harsh for a hero who saved his master's life from Voldemort to ignore its actions just because of its race.

"There is no rule in the school rules that magical creatures cannot be kept. If its existence causes troubles in the school, I will consider a better place for it." Igil's words are an explanation for everyone, but it is not pleasant, more like It is a compromise under the persecution of others.

"That's a basilisk!" Ron exclaimed. It's not an ordinary magical creature. How do you say it looks like they are bullying him?

"Weasley, we are different from you," Draco stood on the same front as Igil from the beginning to the end, he didn't think there was anything wrong with raising a basilisk, on the contrary, it was a very enviable move.

"Don't forget—we are Slytherins." Every note of the gorgeous aria hit the red-haired boy's pride and humbleness in his heart, "You can also find a lion as a pet, as long as You can feed it—perhaps, I can give you one? Just as you don't have a pet right now."

"Draco." Igil tugged at the hem of the platinum boy's clothes. Harry and Sirius didn't look very happy when they heard this. They must be thinking of Scabbers.

"Come with me to the headmaster's office, boy." Dumbledore insisted, he could ignore the basilisk, but not the other thing, "As a victim, maybe you would like to watch me destroy the Horcrux? "This is the second time Dumbledore said the word "Horcrux", and now Igil's face turned bad.

"Professor Dumbledore, what is a Horcrux?" Gryffindor's know-it-all asked curiously. Not only her, but other people also had the same doubts, even Binns, who had taught the history of magic for decades, Today is also the first time I have come into contact with this strange term.

"An evil black magic item." Dumbledore passed it lightly, without revealing much useful information.On the way to the principal's office, he made excuses to send everyone else away except Igil. Sirius expressed his desire to stay with the boy from the Black family, and Dumbledore agreed after thinking for a while.He sent Draco to tell Dean Snape about Igil's attack, and the platinum-haired boy was sent away, though he was reluctant to leave.

Dumbledore's Headmaster's Office is a large, beautiful circular room.On the slender-legged table, there are many strange silver utensils. They rotate and emit small puffs of smoke.There was also a huge table with claw legs, and on a shelf behind it lay the tattered Sorting Hat.On a tall gilded perch behind the door, the crimson Phoenix Fawkes was preening his feathers with a golden beak.The walls are covered with portraits of the male and female old principals of the past. They are all exhaling softly in their respective photo frames, or talking in a low voice, which is a peaceful and comfortable scene.

The blackened and smoky soul piece was fanned into the principal's office by Dumbledore with a fan conjured out of thin air, just like what Professor McGonagall did last year. They walked through the dedicated passage for teachers, so they didn't arouse other people's attention panic.

The old Headmaster Black in the portrait noticed the scorched soul piece from the moment they came in, and his eyes stayed on Sirius for a while. See you for the first time in years.

"Please feel free." Dumbledore pointed to a few armchairs in the room and said to the two Blacks. He walked to a position against the wall and stopped in front of the portrait of Black's old headmaster.

"Dear Phineas, could you please do me a favor, go back to the picture frame at your home and invite Igil's father?" Dumbledore asked, habitually pointing his fingertips at the Together, appearing sincere and harmless, "I will activate the Floo network in the principal's office and wait for his arrival.

"Dumbledore, why did you invite him? It's the end of the semester now," the old headmaster of the Black family questioned Dumbledore's request. "When I was the headmaster, I always used formal invitations." letter." He complained that he had devoted himself to Hogwarts school during his lifetime, and he had to work hard for portraits after his death.

"Excuse me," Dumbledore said kindly, "I can't wait so long for the owl to deliver the letter. Igil Black was just attacked by Voldemort's Horcrux. Please convey the exact words for me to his father."

"Voldemort!" Phineas Nigellus Black couldn't believe it. He stared at the charred asshole for a full minute before withdrawing his eyes reservedly. "Oh, I'll tell him right away." Gritting his teeth, the old headmaster of the Black family quickly disappeared from the frame.

"Igil, do members of the Black family call Voldemort by his name like this?" Dumbledore smiled a little reluctantly, and Igil sat uncomfortably on the armchair, fiddling with the wand in his hand.

"Dumbledore, did you just say Igil's father?" Sirius couldn't restrain his excitement, "I heard you right, you said his father! Who is his father?"

"It's Regulus, I think you should have guessed it." Dumbledore smiled. That's why he allowed Sirius to accompany Igil into the principal's office. He wanted to try his best to make him feel trusted again. He knew Regulus' character, and if the two brothers who had been reunited for a long time could meet, Sirius would have a better chance of returning to the Black family.

"To be honest, I was surprised when I found out. I have his signature here. Do you want to see it?" Dumbledore took out a Hogsmeade parental consent form from the drawer, which was originally his signature. What I wanted to give to Sirius today was just an accident in the middle.

"It's his handwriting, thank you Merlin, I thought he had..." Sirius took the consent form and held it carefully in his hand, the huge surprise made him speechless, the person he thought he would never see again, The person who thought he could never make up for it was still alive. This must be God's compensation for him.

"There is no better news than this." Sirius looked at Igil with a fiery gaze. People only know how precious what they once had when they lost it. He owed Regulus more than just an apology.

"Professor Dumbledore, my father's situation is not suitable to appear in front of outsiders." Igil has a grudge against Dumbledore's unauthorized decision-making. Although Uncle Sirius will return to that home sooner or later and know everything, he hopes It was the surprise that Dad brought to Sirius, not the old man's gift, "My dad signed his name because he thought you were not a talkative person, but you told him his whereabouts to a person who was removed from the Black family. Man, this guy even put me in the medical wing last term."

"Those who were expelled from the family..." Sirius' eyes darkened, "Igil, I'm sorry about what happened last semester."

"It's me who should apologize," said Dumbledore sincerely, "I don't think Igil was targeting you, Sirius."

"Professor Dumbledore, you should also know that my father is in an embarrassing situation. If you asked to see him because of the Horcrux, it is completely unnecessary. I can give you a satisfactory answer." Igil was full of annoyance For this matter, on the way back to the castle, he had already made up plausible reasons about the Horcrux, but Dumbledore didn't ask him, but bypassed him and went directly to his parents, which made Igil bothered Choreography is useless.

What he worried about now was which of his fathers the old Headmaster of the Blacks would meet first.Merlin bless, he doesn't want Papa Tom coming to school to join in the fun.Dumbledore deliberately pointed out the word "Horcrux", but he didn't have any good intentions.

"Igil, at your age you don't know much about horcruxes, so I want to talk to your father face to face to get a deeper understanding." If possible, he hopes to talk to Lei Gu Les discussing in detail alone, these heavy topics should not be exposed to children prematurely.

"Dumbledore, Igil's fathers will arrive in five minutes." At this time, the old headmaster Black returned to the picture frame in the headmaster's room.

"Fathers?" Hearing his words, Dumbledore and Sirius showed astonishment on their faces. Igil leaned on the armchair, and the wand in his hand slipped.

"You heard me right. The Blacks will be there in five minutes. Dumbledore, have you activated the Floo network? Sirius, you must be polite when you see your brother later. Do you remember how you trained in etiquette?" The old headmaster of the Black family commanded arrogantly, "Igil, this room is too dirty, hurry up and clean it up!"

However, there is a gap between ideal and reality. The three people in the principal's office remained motionless, ignoring his finger pointing.

"You mean the Blacks?" Dumbledore confirmed.

"You mean my younger brother married a man?" Sirius opened his mouth wide, but his reaction was quick at this time.

"..." It's too bad, Igil rubbed his forehead.

Five minutes later, there was a muffled sound in the fireplace on time, and amidst the flying charcoal ash, a figure covered in a black cloak rushed out of the fireplace and coughed violently.

"Honey, I told you to come first." Another figure dressed in the same outfit but much taller followed him out of the fireplace and patted him on the back.

"Damn it, how long has this fireplace been cleaned!" The former coughed and waved his wand to cast a cleaning spell.The corner of Sirius' mouth twitched, no matter from his height, tone of voice or tone of voice, he recognized who was his younger brother.

"My younger brother married a man taller than him!" Sirius couldn't accept this fact.

Suddenly, he felt a strong pressure of magic pressing heavily on his body.