The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Teach...professor." Harry opened his mouth: "I have to go to herbal medicine class..."

"Never mind that, Potter. Please come to my office..."

Harry followed him, feeling uneasy, not knowing what was going to happen next.What would Moody do if he asked him how he found the dragon?Will Moody go to Dumbledore and report on Hagrid, or simply take him to Azkaban...

He followed Moody into the office.When they were both in, Moody closed the door and turned to look at Harry, the magic eye and the normal eye fixed on Harry at the same time.

"You did a very gracious thing just now, Potter." Moody said softly, and that terrible face looked extraordinarily soft and amiable under the gentle light at this moment.

...............

Sirius didn't expect that the button he was talking about casually would have something to do with Regulus.

Although he already knew that it was a "special product" of the Black family, how could it be?

He stretched out his hand to push the door, and flinched reflexively before making up his mind.

The door is locked.

Sirius took his wand and aimed the tip at the doorknob: "Ahola is open."

The door made a slight "click" sound and slowly opened inward.

Sirius raised his legs to go in, and what he saw was a piece of silver and green representing Slytherin. They were intertwined and almost filled the entire room. Sirius frowned fiercely.

Different from his own room, which is often "unconventional", Regulus' room is slightly smaller than Sirius's room, and the family crest and motto of the Black family can be seen everywhere. The owner of this room probably lost a lot of energy Only then did he barely brush the "pure breed" by his bedside.

Scattered under the bed were the yellowed briefing sheets collected by Regulus. Sirius picked one up, dusted it off, and looked at it carefully—these were all news about Voldemort.

The thick dust on the desk was lifted by Sirius' movements, and he reached out to touch an upside-down photo frame, on which a Hogwarts Quidditch team was smiling and waving.

All team members have a snake engraved on the chest badge, which is Slytherin.It was easy to recognize Regulus sitting in the middle of the first row: he had the same black hair and the same slightly arrogant expression as Sirius.But he looked thinner, and he looked very quiet with his lips pursed.

"Seeker...huh." Sirius couldn't help but snorted coldly as he looked at the childhood Regulus.He has always been reluctant to get involved with Slytherin too much, it would make him feel sick, but Regulus always refused to give up, he would always say, "Sirius, you can go to see Slytherin with me." Geek game."

"Sirius, I've become a Seeker!"

"Sirius, can you go and watch my game and cheer for me?"

Regulus stood before Sirius, the Slytherin stripes adorning his dark robes shining as brightly as his dark eyes.

"I'm not interested." Sirius looked away: "I have something to do with James - if Mr. Black has nothing to do, I can suggest that Professor Dumbledore give you two more homework."

That being said, Sirius ended up going to see the game sometime that day, of course, by accidentally walking there because he was too bored.

"Is that your brother? Padfoot?" James looked curiously at the roaring stadium.

Sirius hummed from his nasal cavity, and glanced over as if he had just seen it, only to see a comet-like black shadow flashing across the sky: "...Probably."

"He flies really well, Seeker, huh?" James shouldered him. "You should have asked him to come with us. He looks promising."

"Don't." Sirius sneered: "He's different from me, he's a diehard fan of pure blood."

Sirius blinked, and then took off the photo frame in his hand: "...there is a future, so what can I do?"

He took another two steps to the side, and a weird grandfather clock caught his attention.

This thing doesn't look like it belongs to the Black family.Just as Sirius was about to get closer, the clock jumped up, made a pinging sound, and then crazily burst out the screws.

"What!?" Sirius took two steps back from the sudden attack, and when he was about to use his wand to resist it, his back knocked over the wardrobe behind him, and a flying robe jumped out from inside. He strangled Sirius' throat with his long and wide cuff.

"Fuck!" Sirius was thrown to the ground by the death-defying robe, and screwed out again, so angry that he was dying.

He tore off two sections of the robe without any hassle, and stopped the old grandfather clock with another spell. Then he straightened his clothes and kicked hard.

"Sell you all tomorrow!" Sirius said viciously, and flew two more items down the stairs, standing opposite the door, so that he could remember to drag them to the garbage dump before leaving .

He even complained to Regulus a little bit in his heart, why put such a thing at home, just to make him feel "at home" every time he went home?

He let out a heavy breath, and sat down on Regulus' bed, thick dust immediately flew up, flying freely in the sunlight coming in from the dirty floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Cough cough cough! Shit!" Sirius covered his nose with his hands, and slapped down his bed vigorously, another thick dust rose up, and then suddenly, he felt something reflecting the sunlight.

He squinted his eyes and looked around again, and the dazzling light passed the corner of his eyes again, so he found the location of the thing all at once.

He stretched out his hand nimbly, and he pulled out a photo from under Regulus' pillow.Sirius lay back and held the picture up to his eyes in the sunlight.

On it is a handsome boy with black hair and black eyes, who is leaning leisurely on the chair, with his long legs stretched out casually, showing strange elegance and nobility.

That is himself.

Sirius O'Lion Black.

Sirius stared blankly at the photo. In the photo, the corner of the boy's mouth was raised slightly, showing a hint of sarcasm. His handsome face was a relaxed and freehand face that had never suffered any blows—it was the self he had forgotten.

The sun's rays were so harsh that Sirius couldn't resist covering his eyes with an arm.

The annoying sun hurts the eyes.

The author has something to say:

Sirius used to be a little fresh meat, but he turned out to be a different person, and he went to prison for several years...

I really want to write about the teenage years of prostitute parents. At that time, it can be called a combination of heroes, right?Regulus, Lucius, Severus, Sirius, James are all super handsome! ! !

……草，怎么最后一个字都是斯？感谢在2021-05-0423:47:53~2021-05-0523:57:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle in sunny and rainy days;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!