[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

"I seem to have frightened your friends," Regulus said.Eli walked towards him, and he made way for him, and his three classmates immediately retreated to the side to make room for Eli to walk freely. Fate is obedience.

And Regulus also showed a very high level of respect for Eli. He walked beside Eli and asked him, "Where are we going next?"

"The library." Eli said succinctly, "I've been delayed by something today, and I'm planning to go now."

If his friends saw him now, they would be amazed at how much he had changed.The usual mild eyebrows and eyes obviously didn't make any expression now, and for some reason they could show alienation and indifference. Walking together with the Slytherins, he seemed to be in harmony with him at all—maybe it was because of the kind of confrontation he was carrying at the moment. The indifference in which everything is indifferent coincides strangely with the noble temperament appreciated by pure-blood families.

"You're more of a real Lestrange than Rodolphus and Rabastan, Eli," Regulus said, "I'm not talking about the current Lestrange. The blood family is stupidly arrogant and arrogant. But every pure-blood family has a glorious past, and the Lestrange family also has it. They are the ancestors who led the family to prosperity, heroes who fought against evil forces, sleeping In the Lestrange family cemetery. You will be appreciated and welcomed by them, Eli."

"Before that, maybe I will be expelled by the ancestors of this family first." Eli said lightly, "Every pure-blood family maintains the purity of their blood from the bottom of their hearts, even if they don't have the support of the Black family. A tapestry of excommunication for those who sully the blood of the family."

It was Sirius who had said about the tapestry, and his expression indicated that he was rather unimpressed.

Regulus was silent for a while, and did not answer directly, only said: "If you are strong enough, then in other people's hearts, you will be the first name on the tapestry of your family."

"Even a family of pure-blood wizards?" Eli asked, pulling out a chair in the library and taking a seat in the corner.

"Even a pure-blood family," said Regulus, sitting across from him.

They looked at each other face to face, and Regulus smiled at him.

"You don't fully understand, Eli." He said earnestly, "It is impossible for everyone to be absolutely equal in this world, and there must be differences in wealth and status in a society of intelligent life. Since someone must obtain a higher social status, enjoy More social resources, everyone hopes to be their own family - this is the meaning of the pure blood wizard family's hard work over the years. After thousands of years of hard work by every generation of family members, it is possible to achieve what it is now. As long as you are good enough, no matter who your father is, it is impossible for such a family to reject you, because your family knows that you will lead the family to the light."

"You are a loyal supporter of blood supremacy." Eli didn't turn over the book. He and Regulus were at opposite ends of the square table, having a very serious conversation in a soft voice, "What do you think Voldemort upholds? It will give your family a better future, and that's a choice a smart person should make without a doubt."

Regulus looked at him.

"Correct."

Eli leaned back slightly, leaned back in the chair, adjusted his posture to be more relaxed, raised his palm, and looked at his left arm.

"You were appreciated by him," he said. "Voldemort sent you to convince me."

"Not all." Regulus lowered his voice, leaned slightly, and moved closer to him.

"I sincerely think that you should be on our side." He said earnestly, "because you are unquestionably excellent."

Eli didn't look at him, still staring at his arm.

"You got the Dark Mark from him." He said softly, "I have a friend who has always been very interested in him, thinking that following him can make him powerful quickly, gain money, status, fame, and what he wants Everything you want. He has very outstanding talents and talents, and he should already be well-known in your academy...but he doesn't even have the qualifications to meet him. You have already obtained his personal mark and officially entered the noble restaurant. The Dead Apostles, the Slytherins of the school are in awe of."

He asked lightly, "Is this because you in third grade are better than my friend, Regulus?"

"It's because of my excellent family." Regulus said, "A person's strength is limited, and I am proud of my family."

"Sirius doesn't think so."

"That's because he lacks the necessary sense of identity and mission for the family." Regulus paused and said firmly, "I think this is indispensable."

Eli watched him silently for a moment.

"Can I see that symbol on your arm?" he asked Regulus. "I've heard that name many times in St. Mungo's. He's pretty much the nightmare of everyone in the wizarding world right now. I haven't seen it yet." seen."

Regulus said nothing, put his left arm on the table, and lifted the wizard robe on his arm.

A fist-sized Dark Mark was branded on it, and an ominous python spit out from the skull.Eli looked down for a while, it didn't move, and the color and texture were different from the one hanging on the roof, but they all had one characteristic in common, that is, under the Dark Mark, your life Will be in the hands of Voldemort.

"Do you think it's a talisman?" he asked Regulus.

Regulus hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "You can also say that."

"Even if it's premised on ruining other families' lives?" Eli asked him.

Regulus took a deep breath.

"No." He said firmly, "The Black family doesn't need to plunder other people's lives to honor themselves, and neither does the Dark Lord—the current turmoil is temporary, as long as our ideas are recognized by the mainstream as soon as possible, Establish a new social order and things will get back to normal. I think, I think ... people don't need to panic about it."

Eli watched him for a long moment in silence.

"Your idea is so beautiful, Regulus, but the reality is often not so optimistic." He said calmly, and stood up, "I don't know if your idea is right, but I am very happy about one thing. Curious - follow me."

What?Regulus got up as he said, and followed him out of the library.Eli asked him, "Have you guys learned about Boggarts yet?"

"I've learned it." Regulus replied truthfully, "Professor William taught us those pages in the book and left us homework."

"You haven't touched the real Boggart, have you?" Eli took him up to the eighth floor, and came to an empty corridor, walked back and forth three times, opened the door that appeared out of nowhere on the wall, and walked in first. "We used a Boggart in class last year. Professor Abraham plans to continue using it in class next year. It is inconvenient to put it in another place, so we locked it here. However, Professor Abraham's dragon pox broke out too quickly. He obviously hasn't had time to explain to Professor William... I don't know where it is, we can look for it."

They searched the Room of Requirement for a while, and finally found the cabinet shaking slightly in the corner.The Boggart, who was imprisoned here, obviously lacked food this year. When he found two living people approaching, he was so excited that even the cabinet was shaking.

"I'm curious about your fears," said Eli, drawing his wand and pointing it at the cabinet. "Remember the spell is funny--alahoo."

The door of the cupboard opened silently, and a cloud of black mist shot out from inside, and came in front of Regulus.

Regulus had no time to react, and the Boggart suddenly changed in front of him, turning into Sirius with blood on his face, empty eyes open in a daze.

Regulus took a sharp breath, his face suddenly pale.He lifted the hand holding the wand tremblingly, but just halfway through, the Boggart changed again, and Walburga sat kneeling on the ground with disheveled hair, looking at him in horror, a green light appeared out of nowhere After hitting her, the expression on her face immediately froze, and she fell to the ground lifelessly in front of him, dying without dignity.

Regulus's face seemed to have completely forgotten the spell, backing away, pursued by the Boggart, and reverted to his father's death image—and then, suddenly and without warning, it changed again, this time He became himself; Regulus Black, whose face was covered in blood, held his wand steadily, grinning, with an indifferent expression of indifference, raised his wand high, aimed at over him.

The real Regulus flung his wand aside. He stood unarmed, watched in disbelief as he pointed his wand at him, and uttered the incantation clearly and coldly.

"Avada—"

A hand stretched out from the side and pushed him aside.

Regulus staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.His pupils dilated, his face was still full of panic, and he watched in a daze as the Boggart came in front of Eli and changed again.

A black-haired middle-aged man fell to the ground and twitched in pain, being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.He was controlled to fly up to the ceiling, crashing into every corner of the room, and his limbs and torso deformed under the impact of the huge force, twisting into a shocking shape.Regulus realized that this was supposed to be his father, the Boggart brutally reliving the torture he hadn't been lucky enough to see.

Eli raised his wand and pointed it at the boggart, but it was flailing around at high speed now, making it difficult to aim.Regulus tried to get up to help, but at this moment, the Boggart changed again, and this time he recognized it: Linda Smith curled up on the ground in pain, still insisting on tightly protecting someone under her. live.The spell rained down on her. She was still alive, but she didn't move at all. The limbs of the person she protected were stiff and seemed to have stopped breathing first.

Eli finally aimed at the Boggart this time, but the moment before he uttered the spell, the Boggart changed again.

A girl Regulus didn't know appeared: about their age, not very pretty, with fair hair and light eyes.

Eli's wand paused in mid-air, as if he didn't expect to see such a scene.The blond girl smiled sweetly at him. The next second, her eyes, ears, and mouth began to ooze blood. She also fell to the ground in pain, twitching in pain just like the Mr. Smith who appeared just now She also began to levitate uncontrollably, and was knocked into every corner of the room unconsciously; unfortunately, she finally knocked on a sharp stone pillar, was pierced alive, and froze there in terror, with blood gushing out .

"Funny funny!" Eli snapped, and for the first time Regulus heard a tremor in his voice.

The Boggart changed again, it didn't turn into any funny scene, it was still the blonde girl from before, her body returned to normal, as if she hadn't suffered any injuries.With a kind of impertinent arrogance on her face, she looked at Eli with disgust, her eyes were full of strangeness, and she stepped back indifferently, without the focused gaze and soft smile just now, she seemed to have no idea who he was at all.

Eli held up his wand and pointed it at her. After a few seconds of stunned, he said, "Funny, funny."

After a loud bang, the girl disappeared, and a movie poster slowly fell from the spot. Her tragic scene of blood flow just now was printed on it, and it was written in exaggerated fonts: The thriller masterpiece is shocking, the famous movie star Penny. Evans staged a haunted house.

Eli picked up the movie poster on the floor, quickly rolled it up, threw it into the closet, and slammed the closet door.

"You're laughing." He stared at the closet for a while, then turned around and faced him, "I was quite successful in using funny and funny in class last year, but this Boggart may be because of the second Facing me for the first time, the picture changed a bit.”

After he finished speaking, he was silent again, turned around, and took a deep look at the wardrobe.

"Compared to last year, I also have some changes." He said, lowering his eyes slightly, his expression was still calm, as if he had known in the dark that he would be so resigned to his fate.

Regulus shook his head silently, saying that he had nothing to laugh at.He bent down, picked up the wand that he had thrown on the ground, and was silent for a while.

"Although the things just now are fantasies, Voldemort and the Death Eaters have actually done every similar wound. The fifth floor of St. Mungo's is almost an exhibition of his evidence, showing how many families and lives he has destroyed. There may not be your parents here, but other people's parents are also parents, and there are some people who care about the most in the world, I hope you can understand, not just saying that the times have changed can erase everything that everyone has suffered."

He listened to Eli's words in silence. After Eli finished speaking, he paused, and suddenly said clearly: "The last scene you just saw in the boggart was that you yourself became a man with smeared hands. A demon of blood, who doesn't care about the life or death of others, and takes pleasure in killing and torturing, this is the deepest fear in your heart, and you are very afraid that you will become such a person."

Regulus gripped his wand firmly and cut him off firmly.

"No," he said, telling Eli and himself, "I'm not going to be an executioner, absolutely not."

"But you know it's likely to happen," Eli said quietly. "You've become a Death Eater, and that's what Death Eaters do every day. I don't know if you're the one." In particular, maybe I also hope that you can prove yourself right, if the Dark Mark can really become a talisman, then maybe I will also look at Voldemort with admiration and seriously consider joining his plan."

He turned around, walked out, stopped after a few steps, turned his face sideways, and glanced at Regulus who seemed to be in a daze.

"Anyway, I suggest you find some friends who really have brains and can think about this matter." Eli said lightly, "With all due respect, the few who are always following you seem to be I haven’t mastered the skills of thinking about such difficulties. If the so-called pure-blood families cultivate such people, then there seems to be no need for research, just follow the trend.”

After that day, Eli didn't see Regulus for a while.To be precise, it was Regulus who didn't look for him again—after appearing frequently at the beginning of the semester and trying to win him over many times, Regulus finally became quiet recently and stopped appearing in front of him again.

But at this moment, some new uninvited guests appeared in front of him - Sirius Black pushed away the portrait in the common room, walked straight towards him, and punched him heavily.

"Sirius!" Both James and Remus tried to stop him, but failed.At the critical moment, Eli quickly turned his head, rubbed his fist with his cheek, and hit the wall behind him hard.

"Rude." Eli commented indifferently, without any change in tone or expression.His indifference seemed to irritate Sirius even more, his fist was still on the wall, and he looked down at him coldly, with angry mockery and disgust on his face.

"It's a pity that my surname is not really Lestrange, is it?" he asked softly, with a contemptuous sneer on his lips. "Now you are preparing to serve Voldemort, aren't you? The first step is to put Your friends all gathered together, your old friend Snape and your new friend Regulus? They made friends, what a touching scene, didn't you and your snotluck have been waiting for this day? "

"Your brother is free to make friends with whoever he is." Eli said blankly, "If you want to be a good brother from now on and really care about your brother, then study what he is thinking instead of Throwing a tantrum over seeing his friend as a dislike will do nothing but make you look stupid for not using your brain."

Sirius narrowed his eyes slightly.In such a rage and disgust, he still unconsciously has a proud and arrogant image, at this moment he is extremely like his mother.

"The people who go to Slytherin are blaming me?" he asked softly.

"I'm accusing idiots who can't even compare to people they despise." Eli said coldly, "Yes, you are right."

The author has something to say:

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I don’t know if anyone has discovered that the moderate reform rhetoric that Voldemort used to confuse Eli was actually the theory that Regulus agreed with. When Voldemort said this, he really believed it and was willing to join such a theory. cause.But we all know that moderate reforms are difficult to achieve, and Voldemort is not a leader who can perform such miracles.

However, at this moment, everyone who does not have the perspective of God does not know the final correct result. Everyone is making difficult choices for the belief in their hearts. Eli, Regulus, Snape, James, Lily, Xiao Sirius, Lupine, everyone has to make choices on the way to maturity, which is also the meaning of the title of this volume called Pathfinding.

In addition, why do people have special feelings for another person? Eli hasn't figured out the answer yet, but he already knows who his "other person" is, and he knew it would be so.

This chapter is a very important chapter in the first volume!It has been a long time since I lit the lamp and boiled the oil, so come and praise me more