[HP] I'm hanging out at Hogwarts

Facing his younger brother who had been missing for many years, Sirius kept thinking, how did he come here alone after all these years.

"What are you thinking about? What do you want for dinner?" Regulus stretched his waist, "I said, there are too many vixen in the house? Brother, don't you know how to clean the house?"

No. 12, Grimmauld Place, is no longer Sirius alone. He now has a godson, friends, and family members, and the dull green color has become more pleasing to the eye.

"I don't even want to cook, let alone clean," Sirius said.

Regulus had just cleaned up the foxes behind the curtains, and now he had to clean up the dusty candlesticks, "Kreacher! Help us prepare..."

Regulus looked at the empty den under the fireplace, only to realize that Kreacher was dead, and he stood there silently, no one called him "Little Master" anymore.

Sirius also found it strange that since Regulus came back, his mother had disappeared from the portrait. He thought that his mother looked at Regulus with relief, and insulted Sirius in contrast.

Things are always unexpected.

"I'm not the well-behaved child in her eyes, and now my mother probably doesn't want to see me." Regulus sighed, "Too many things have happened, and there are only two of us left in the huge Black family."

"I find it strange that I think of Bella, that crazy woman these days." Sirius laughed at himself, "For the honor of the family, for Black, she went crazy. I always thought this family was a man-eating den, But I can't change it, my last name is Blake."

"It's our last name." Regulus said, "I'll cook dinner tonight..."

"No, I'm going to Harry's."

Regulus understood that Sirius was avoiding himself.

Regulus gently wiped the frame of his mother's portrait, the dust in every crevice was wiped clean, and it was covered with a layer of black cloth.

Regulus tore the cloth off.

"Mom, I'm back." He whispered, the portrait didn't move at all, "I know you don't want to see me, because I failed your expectations...I don't want to support that person anymore..."

He sighed softly and turned away.

"Do you think that's why I don't want to see you?"

The gentle voice that was familiar to him when he was a child became strange and cold, and his mother, Walburga Black, appeared in the painting. She was no longer the crazy woman full of foul language. Facing her youngest son, she seemed Very calm.

Her black hair was tied into a high bun, even if she was dead, she would still be the noblest and most respectable Black.

"I can't believe it, you just let outsiders kill Black's blood like that!" She began, "One of the few Black's blood, you are like him! The blood that wants to carry the bad habits you have acquired outside to future generations Will China pollute the family?"

"You still don't understand? Then please take a look around you." Regulus argued with his mother for the first time, "How many people have been removed from our family tapestry? Didn't we kill those Black's blood?" Is it?"

"They deserve it! They shouldn't tarnish the dignity of pure blood! They shouldn't..."

"That person is a half-blood. Isn't it absurd that a group of pure-blood families support a half-blood in order to protect their own bloodism? The Black family used to be a prosperous and prosperous family, but now there are only two people left , mother, take a look!"

"Don't talk to me! You are as disobedient as him! You are a child who let me down!" Walburga said stubbornly, "If you still want to have me as a mother, you should obediently find a pure-blood girl marry."

"Mother, do you know how I came here for so many years? I almost died outside and became a corpse exposed to the wilderness. It was those half-blood wizards you looked down on who saved me! And those people you support, It was to kill me." He said, "Cousin Bella died because she supported Voldemort. No matter what kind of doctrine, the party who started the war must admit its mistakes."

"..." Walburga was speechless, "I won't admit your point of view, you know what your brother did to our family because of those things."

"We are the ones who are sorry for brother." Regulus lowered his head, "If you and I knew brother better, he would not have run away from home for so long. True bloodism should not be based on power and Muggles. For the purpose of mixing with blood, Voldemort misinterpreted pure-bloodism, and generations of pure-blood wizards have also been confused."

"Purity has existed for too long, and its root is the fear of Muggles. We cannot deny that half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards are indeed much stronger than pure-blood wizards in certain abilities. Purity is actually It was to protect the pure-blood wizards, but someone took advantage of it to start a war."

Walburga didn't want to discuss pure blood anymore, she frowned slightly, and began to feel sad, "Where did that traitor go?"

"My brother wants to escape from this house, but he doesn't want to face me."

This is what they owe.

Regulus faced the portrait of his mother, "Mom, I have learned a lot over the years, but you know what? I really envy my brother..."

Although Sirius was naughty when he was a child, he was the child who could attract the attention of his parents the most. The parents' attention was on him, but although he was obedient, he didn't get any attention.

"Regu, can you stay here obediently?"

This sentence is what his mother said to him the most. After saying this sentence, his mother always went to catch the naughty Sirius.

He could only sit alone in the hall of the manor, watching his brother and mother "fight" back and forth. He could clearly see the smile on his brother's face, and he liked it.

Regulus tried it once, but all he got back was his mother's abuse and incomprehension, "I thought you were an obedient child, but I didn't expect you to be like your brother!"

He was scared, and if that was the case, he'd rather be the quiet Regulus.

He will always be the quiet Blake, and he has no sense of presence in school.Obviously I have done a good job, but why do my parents only have Sirius in their eyes?

Regulus began to be jealous of Sirius, he thought he should do something, an earth-shattering event, to attract the attention of his parents.

Joining the Death Eaters was probably the only thing his parents could get him to look at, and sure enough, he became the pride of the family, and Sirius scolded him, and he left the house.

In this family, Regulus finally had a place, but the good times didn't last long. Regulus knew that he was standing in a wrong angle, but when he wanted to repent, he had to pay the price of his life.

At the moment of dying, he thought of his childhood and his elder brother.

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"Hey! Regulus! Next!" Sirius picked a rough-skinned apple from the tree and threw it into Regulus' arms, "Try it! Isn't it sweet?"

He took a bite lightly, and all he got was the sour skin.

"Take a big bite!"

Regulus imitated Sirius, gnawing on the apple, it seemed that it was not so sour.

"No! Mom is here! Regulus! You go back first! Don't say anything!" Sirius ran away after speaking. When Walburga asked Regulus about the apple in his arms, Regulus Nothing was said.

In the eyes of everyone, Regulus was a good boy, so he wouldn't do those things.

When he was a child, he didn't want to understand why apples were so sweet that day, but now he finally understands.

Sirius asked him to go back to protect him.

But now Regulus is not only able to "stay", he has been able to catch up with his brother.

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"You know? Actually, I envy Regulus too much." Sirius was drunk, put his arm around Harry's shoulder, and started his long speech.

"Sirius...you drink less." Harry reluctantly dissuaded, but he knew that his godfather would not listen.

Holding the wine bottle, he dangled it to the light, and saw his childhood in the double shadow.

When he was a child, he and Regulus were like two extremes. He was the rebellious son who made his parents angry, while Regulus was an obedient and sensible boy.

He envied Regulus not to be abused by his mother, but to satisfy his parents in everything he did. Such a perfect child... should be the dream of all families.

Ever since Regulus was born, he had been like a demon, he was jealous of this younger brother.

He shouldn't be so quiet, so perfect.

Like a well-arranged marionette, without the slightest backbone.

He deliberately made trouble in front of his parents, and the angry Walburga would chase him and scold him every time, grab him from a corner of the garden of the manor, wipe off the dirt on his body, and then a new round of family punishment , but Walburga will not punish too severely, after all, he is her biological child.

This kind of inferiority and unwillingness has always brought him to the school, and he became the one who escaped the most. When the Sorting Hat asked him, he said without hesitation to go to Gryffindor, and he became a man of the school. .

But everyone who is used to showing their sharpness always has an extremely fragile heart. When Regulus entered school, Sirius seemed to see that obedient version of himself.

However, he already has a good brother, James is the same as him, but the purpose is different.It used to be that their little group was just doing little pranks until James was in fifth grade... he seemed to be doing it just to get Lily Evans' attention.

Regulus did an earth-shattering event. He joined the Death Eaters. The whole family toasted him for such an event. He replaced Sirius as the real protagonist.

It turned out that his forbearance for so many years was for today's "blockbuster"...

"Don't you know what that man is doing? He's going to kill you! Don't you know that people who support bloodism are crazy?" Sirius yelled at him, "I don't want to stay in this house! This Home makes me sick! You all make me sick!"

He could read despair in his mother's eyes, and anger in his father's eyes, but he couldn't read anything in his younger brother's eyes alone.

He left the family and was expelled.

Until later, when he heard the story of the cave from Kreacher, he once thought that Regulus was dead, and he lost his brother forever.

But when he came back, Sirius didn't know how to face his younger brother, so he could only escape to Harry's house.

"Sirius... I think you should let go of the past. Regulus has helped us a lot. You should try to reconcile with him. Maybe there have been misunderstandings between you for many years." Harry said.

"Maybe..." Sirius took another sip.

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Sirius came back in the middle of the night, he purposely stayed awake outside the door for a while, only to find Regulus collapsed at home, he had drunk.

"Really...Harry said we are very similar, and it is true." Sirius sighed, "Hey, do you know? You are actually very annoying?"

"You too." Regulus replied in a daze.

"Sorry…"

Sirius spoke in a super low voice, and Regulus suddenly chuckled, "I heard you."

"Are you pretending for me here?!" Sirius lifted Regulus up, Regulus blushed and was still smiling foolishly.

Maybe... just three simple words can resolve the misunderstanding between the two brothers.

In the following years, Regulus and Sirius worked hard to persuade the ancestors of the Black family at No. 12 Grimmauld Place to search for the descendants of those families who had been delisted.

Simply counting there are more than ten people.

They stood before the Black family tapestry, filling with wands the void where their ancestors had been expelled.

The holes in the tapestry were filled in one by one, some branches and leaves grew automatically, and new family members appeared underneath.

"This... I think you can do it yourself." Regulus pointed to the hole in the tapestry, under which was only the name Sirius Black.

"Let's go together because we are brothers."

Blake, which is their common last name.