HP Midnight Light

- 1979th February 2 - Elephant Castle, London

When William came home, he found that there was a strange lady in the house. She was standing in the middle of the small living room and inspecting the shabby room.

"May I ask who is calling?"

"She's a reporter, William." William's father came out of the room in a wheelchair, and he answered while coughing, "She wants to interview you because she's doing—"

The female reporter took it easy: "A special report on abandoned babies, World War II and the recession."

William couldn't help noticing her dazzling tight rose red suit: "Which newspaper are you from?"

"Paris Post and Telegraph," replied the female reporter.

"Excuse me, how did you find this place?" William was skeptical about the arrival of the female reporter. In the past ten years, no reporter had ever set foot in the hut of their father and son.

"This is the essential quality of a good reporter." She raised her chin and nodded at the old man in the wheelchair. "A down and out World War II veteran," she took a few steps towards William, "and an adopted abandoned baby. This That's what journalists want."

William didn't like the tone of her voice.

But the female reporter waved her hand anticlimactically: "Your name is William, right? William, please sit down and take a moment to accept my interview. As you can see..." Her other hand moved strangely, " Your words will help..."

"Ah—of course—okay." William's eyes became slack.

"Let me chat with your son alone, Mr. Miller." The female reporter said with a smile.

William's father did not suspect him.The female reporter sat down on the sofa by herself:

"First question, when were you adopted?" She took out a weird quill, and William stared at it for a while, a little confused:

"Probably... when I was six or seven years old."

"Can you describe the scene at that time?" The female reporter wrote in a hurry.

"My father found me at the corner of the street, and I seemed to be lost, crying there. The neighbors couldn't ask me where I was from, and finally he took me home."

"Do you have any memories of previous events? For example, your biological parents, your childhood environment?"

William frowned and thought for a while: "No..."

"Have you ever thought about finding your biological parents?"

This time William answered without hesitation: "No."

The female reporter didn't ask why: "If they come back to you now, express their remorse and involuntary actions at the beginning, and ask you to return to your family. In exchange, they are willing to improve your adoptive father's current situation. Then, are you willing?"

"I..." William wanted to refuse to answer.

"You don't need to be burdened, I just want to know your true thoughts." The female reporter stared firmly into his eyes, William was stunned, and gave the answer in a strange way:

"I am willing."

The female reporter sucked the tip of the quill rejoicingly: "I understand, my dear. Thank you for your cooperation." She quickly stuffed the shorthand notebook and the quill into the small handbag. She had already walked to the door at an incredible speed before she came to her senses, "Then, goodbye——"

The moment her figure disappeared, William suddenly came back to his senses: "Wait!" He yelled, blinking quickly, but there was no female reporter inside or outside the room.

- One Day Later - Slughorn's Club at Hogwarts Castle

"You look preoccupied lately, boy." Slughorn handed Regulus a glass of wine. "Aged oak mead, it's sure to cheer you up."

"You see it, Professor?"

"You can't hide your thoughts, kid." Slughorn looked at his beloved student with concern. "What happened?"

Restlessly, Regulus took a sip from his wine glass, the warm wine brought him a sense of security: "I'm thinking about some... um... untimely academic issues."

"'Out of season'? You're thinking too much, my boy." Slughorn laughed heartily. "But I guess it must be some advanced question, isn't it?" He winked at Regulus. .

"Indeed, Professor." Regulus asked tentatively, "You know, we have learned to distinguish between ghosts and ghosts, and we also know that corpses are transformed from dead people. But I have a question, Professor, Do those who die have the option to become an Inferi or a Wraith, or do Inferi have to be 'created' by external forces?"

"Ah—an interesting question, Regulus." Slughorn drank several sips of mead in a row, and he wiped the wine stains from his lips. "Yes, the creation of Inferi is a very ... ancient, mysterious, dangerous and evil magic ... I probably shouldn't say this, but - since this is only an academic question, then, the answer is yes, Regulus, those who died were forcibly changed It's done."

Regulus clenched his glass tightly: "Can I ask you a question that's out of scope, Professor?"

Slughorn glanced around uneasily, as the people around him were busy chatting or dancing, he coughed, "Hmmm."

"It is said in the book that ghosts, like ghouls, have their own thoughts." Regulus continued, "but since ghouls were created, is it possible for them to follow the creator's will?"

"Of course. It's an inappropriate analogy that werewolves will gather together when they hear their companions howling, and the same goes for Inferi." Slughorn replied quickly, a little nervously, "Both will obey the 'leader' ', for the Inferi, when their Creator asks them to do what he wants, they obey him."

"And the Infernal Corpse can transform humans into their own kind, right?" Regulus stared at Slughorn's face, and found an affirmative answer from it, "But... isn't it very dangerous? "

"Ah, maybe, I'm not sure... You see, Inferi are afraid of fire and sunlight, so maybe it's... er... a balance." Slughorn stammered, "Ah, I saw a Acquaintances, forgive me for being late, Lei Gu."

He put the empty wine glass on the waiter's tray and swiftly escaped their conversation.

"Do you want to dance?" Olivia came over and asked cautiously.

"Of course, this happens to be your favorite song." Regulus quickly recovered his mood and took her hand and walked onto the dance floor, "You were chatting with Cornelia just now? Where is she going now?"

"She said she wanted to go out to get some air." Olivia thought for a while and said in a low voice, "Regu, Hyacinth told me something before she left, and I think you should know." I talked about Nelia's night tour again, "I tried to verify this statement, and it turned out that one night Liya really left the dormitory near midnight, but when I followed up from a distance, I found her and little Batick. Rauch walked out of the lounge together."

"Crouch?" Regulus led her in a circle, "I don't remember any particular intersection between them."

"Yes, it seems that they just met by chance. I even suspect that Crouch accidentally disrupted Leah's plan that night." Olivia said worriedly, "Later she seemed to be more cautious, I will Didn't find her active in the middle of the night either - unless she delayed the time further."

"Hyatings told you..." Regulus naturally remembered the warning that Hyacinth had left him.

Olivia looked up: "What do you think Leah is doing?"

"I don't know, I can't be sure." Thinking of Cornelia's opal necklace, Regulus vaguely guessed something, "I think she might be practicing black magic."

"Why doesn't she use the Room of Requirement?"

Olivia's words made Regulus startled.If it was because of Signus that Cornelia was looking for another practice site before, this reason does not make sense now.There may be only one reason for her to avoid people's eyes - she is researching or experimenting with some dark magic that is too deviant, so she can't be known.But what kind of black magic was it to make her so careful?

"Maybe she just thinks that the Room of Requirement is unreliable." Regulus replied reassuringly, but then he remembered that the Room of Requirement has a limited ability to withstand magic, and it has no self-healing ability.This seems to be a strong case for the purpose of Cornelia's night tour.

Olivia noticed that he had been silent for too long: "Regu?"

"I'll find out the purpose of her night tour, you don't have to worry." Regulus lowered his voice, "Leah is our friend, not our enemy."

"She is Signus' enemy." Olivia retorted softly.

"I think," Regulus picked her up and spun her around, "she can tell friend from foe."

-September 1979, 2 -Burstead Manor

"You seem to be very busy recently?" Signus looked at Edmund who was opposite, and the latter slowly turned the teacup in the palm of his hand:

"You have probably guessed why, my old friend."

"Could it be because of that girl?" Signus joked, "I thought I'd never see you fascinated in my life."

A shadow flashed in Edmund's eyes: "Unfortunately, she is not alone."

"Oh?"

"This man is probably also your enemy, Signus. His name is Sirius, and he is the good brother of your brother-in-law." Edmund smiled sarcastically, "They live together in a dignified way and live a happy life A peaceful day."

"The jealousy in your tone would burn my house down, Edmund."

"Can you tolerate your things being touched by others?"

Signus didn't answer his question directly: "But you have a way to get her back, right."

"Unfortunately, I really didn't have any ideas for a while." Edmund said sharply, "You have also seen what happened to Avery Jr. and Travers. I really want to get Hirsings, but that's not Means I'm willing to stake my life. Blake is careful that they either stay together and put a defensive spell on the house when he's gone."

"There is a loophole, Edmund, you can take advantage of her when she goes out alone." Signus raised his eyebrows, "I believe you can easily subdue her?"

Edmund did not forget the big mistake he had almost made due to negligence before, but he would not tell Signus about such face-saving things: "Of course I can, but there will be endless troubles, I don't want to put myself Get into trouble."

"Yeah, if you let Black know that you took his girl away, according to his character, he will definitely kill you at any cost." Signus couldn't help jokingly said.

"It's 'your girl' not 'his girl,' Signus."

"Sorry." Signus shrugged, "but have you considered other methods? Ah...you know what I mean, if you want to taste the sweetness first, Polyjuice Potion can easily help You achieved your purpose."

"You take me too lightly, Signus." Signus's words echoed Cornelia's suggestion, and Edmund was obviously angry, "I haven't reduced myself to using compound soup. To the point where the medicine can be used as a booster!"

"I made a slip of the tongue, but are you going to wait like this forever?"

"They will always miss one day. I have been waiting for a long time, and it doesn't matter if it takes a while longer." Edmund replied gloomily, "It's you instead. How do you plan to solve Shafik's matter?"

"I have a bigger plan. Some people may say that I am inhuman, but the Dark Lord will definitely like it." Signus showed a dangerous smile, and he continued, "My wife Coming from one of the few ancient and noble pure-blood families, it would be too wasteful if she was only for me."

Edmund's hand trembled, and some hot tea spilled onto the tea tray. It took him a few seconds to comprehend the words.Edmund once thought that he had misinterpreted what Signus meant, but when he met that ambitious gaze, he couldn't help but feel horrified:

"You're crazy, Signus!"

"Geniuses are crazy, Edmund."

"Francis Watson will kill you after he finds out!" A chill came to his heart, "Margaret will never agree!"

"No one can refuse the love potion." Signus smiled coldly, "A young, beautiful, and noble pure-blood witch should have a wider use, even if the Dark Lord won't use it himself, don't forget There are so many lonely wizards in the Death Eaters—”

"Signus!" Edmund interrupted him without hesitation, "This is an impossible idea."

"Nothing is impossible. I thought about it, since I found Catherine, Margaret should also have the right to have fun..."

"You never asked her what she thought!"

Signus patiently explained: "Look, Edmund, Margaret doesn't understand the great path I'm walking on, but you can. There are so many Death Eaters who deserve a purer blood." Mate, these children will be would-be Death Eaters anyway, so how much difference does it make by whom?"

His words were confusing and illogical. Edmund stared at Signus. He told Rozier not long ago that the source of life plan would only be a snowball. Nass is going to drive himself to a dead end.Obviously, he didn't realize how bad his situation was now, and he even planned to add another enemy to himself!

"I understand you." Edmund quickly calmed down, "This is really a wonderful idea."

"If I were you, Edmund, I wouldn't reject the idea of ​​Polyjuice Potion." Signus laughed, "As long as the goal is achieved, who cares how?"

"I don't understand, Signus," demanded Edmund, "what do you get by giving your wife?"

"The Dark Lord will trust my loyalty more and more. I can even offer my spouse to him. What else can I not do for him?"

But how could the Dark Lord trust a man who offered his wife as a tribute?Edmund wisely stopped talking.

- 1979 February 2 - London

"...From this moment on, I shall regard your love as something equally unreliable. You would rather be like a timid cat, with a reputation for what you consider life's ornament, than to have you in your own eyes To be a coward and let 'I dare not' follow forever behind 'I want'?"

Lady Macbeth urges her husband to kill the king, and the witch's prophecies come true one after another.

"This story is quite complicated." Sirius commented, "But in the eyes of Muggles, is the role of a witch a prophecy?"

"You can't expect Muggles to have much fantasy about the wizarding world."

Sirius grabbed the empty popcorn bucket, indignantly: "I can't believe that in the eyes of Muggles, the most representative magic is divination!"

"You didn't take the divination class, did you?"

"No, but the other three were selected. After a while, I found out that even Moon Face started to do homework." They mixed with other audiences hand in hand and started to walk out, just like a pair of ordinary young couples , This realization put Hyacinth in a good mood, and Sirius diverted the topic to other things, "I will never invite any of them to be the best man when we get married, I bet they will Spare no effort to ruin that beautiful day, after all, it was one of the few chances they could successfully play tricks on me."

"Maybe we shouldn't be sending them invitations at all," agrees Hyacins.

"But I want to give you a wedding as dreamy as possible, I mean, once in a lifetime, right." Sirius said, "It doesn't need to be too luxurious, but it needs to be ingenious...We can let Remus do it The godfather of our child, although he is sometimes not very serious and talkative, but generally speaking, he should be a qualified godfather."

"I hope our child can be more like you," Hyacinth felt her face burning up, "that way at least he or she doesn't have to worry about finding a partner."

"But I'd rather have a daughter with your eyes," Sirius said dreamily, "and she'd better be sorted into Ravenclaw, the blue of Ravenclaw would go well with the smoky eyes. "

When they walked out of the movie theater, they realized that it was raining outside, and Hyacinth shivered when the cold wind blew, Sirius noticed, and he reached out to hold her cold hand: "Let's Apparate back. "

"There are too many people here." Hyacinth said hastily.

"They won't notice." Sirius turned his back to the street, untied his coat and wrapped Hyacinth in it. From the perspective of outsiders, this was just a couple embracing under the eaves of a rainy day, Hyacinth Her cheek was pressed against Sirius' warm chest, and she stretched her arms around his waist, suddenly feeling like she was truly in love:

"Why did you propose to me in the kitchen?"

Sirius bowed his head and kissed her hair: "That's what I've always imagined: an ordinary but warm home."

Hyacinth didn't speak, she raised her head and kissed his lips.She understood how he had felt in Grimmauld Place in the past, and that those days would never come back, and there was a shared vision of home between them that Hyacins believed would come true.

"Today is Valentine's Day," Sirius turned to look at the flower shop opposite, "I should send you a bouquet of roses."

"No need." Hyacinth reached out and brushed away the hair that blocked his eyes, "I've found the flower I wanted."

"Me too." Sirius interlocked her fingers, "The meaning of this ring is eternity—the Möbius strip—did you know?"

"Shh!" Hyacinth raised her finger gently against his lips, "Don't say it. I understand."

"Hyase," Sirius called her name softly, "the only thing in this world that can separate us is death, you know?"

"That is also temporary, Sirius." Hyacinth smiled, "We will meet again in heaven."

"Don't be silly, I won't leave you behind."

Hyacinth stared at the two rings on their fingers: "Then take me home, Sirius."

It was almost midnight in the middle of the night, and the rain outside the window was still pattering.Hyacinth combed her half-dried hair with her fingers, and a thought was about to move in her mind.Today is undoubtedly the best time, she glanced at the clock, it was not twelve midnight yet.

Will she regret it?

of course not!

Just do it.

Hyacins opened the door and slipped softly into the kitchen, where there was a bottle of peach wine in the pantry left over from Sirius' birthday a few months ago.She opened the cork in the dark, and took a few swigs directly from the mouth of the bottle.While waiting for the alcohol to take effect, Hyacinth walked unnecessarily into the bathroom to examine herself in the mirror, brushing her hair behind her ears, changing the straps of her bathrobe.

What is she nervous about?Hyacinth raised her hand to touch her red and hot cheeks, and when the faint feeling of dizziness came up, she walked silently and opened the door of Sirius' room.

"Hyssings? What's the matter?" In the darkness, Sirius propped himself up from the bed and tried to get his wand. He seemed to be about to fall asleep, and his voice sounded hoarse after being awakened.

The door closed behind Hyacons.She didn't speak, just jumped on the bed like a cat, knelt beside Sirius and watched his silhouette fascinated by the dim light from the blinds.

"Do you like me?" she asked softly.

"Of course." He replied without thinking.

"So, are you sure you love me?"

Sirius sat up straight and grabbed her shoulders: "I'm sure."

"are you serious?"

"Yes." After finishing speaking, Sirius smiled, "I love you, Hyacinth, and it is definitely not impulsive or ignorant, I want to spend the time of my life with you, I want to share the love of my life It’s all for you. Other than that, I can’t think of anything in this world that I would particularly like to keep for myself.”

"Mark your words, Sirius. You said you would love me forever."

Then, without hesitation, Hyacinth kissed Sirius' lips, the sweetness of peach wine rippling between their lips and teeth.

This sudden movement seemed to startle Sirius, and Hyacinth was able to take control of the situation, and she unceremoniously deepened the kiss - as they had done countless times, but more intense - with one hand in Among Sirius' long hair, the other hand rubbed his cheek and neck repeatedly, and the cool touch made Hyacinth sigh in satisfaction.

Sirius reacted quickly and began to respond to her kiss, but he still took the opportunity to grab her hand: "Have you been drinking?"

"That doesn't matter." Hyacinth bit his lip aggressively as she broke free from Sirius' grasp and fumbled to the hem of his T-shirt.

"Wait a minute..." Sirius came back to his senses, and he gently pushed her away a little, "Are you sure?"

Hyacinth blinked: "We are in love, right?" She repeatedly pecked at his earlobe and neck, and under the influence of alcohol, she became very anxious, but also very patient, she was not in a hurry. Xu Di reached into the hem of the T-shirt and caressed his firm abdominal muscles without a teacher, while kicking the quilt off his legs.

"Yes, but...it's too early..." Sirius caressed Hyacinth's back almost instinctively, he could feel the heat of her skin through the thin silk, and the smell of alcohol was in the air It diffused, which made him have to try his best to stay awake.

"Don't hesitate, Sirius," Hyacons whispered coquettishly in his ear, trying endlessly to take off his T-shirt. "You're a Gryffindor, aren't you? It just so happens There is a chance before you to conquer Slytherin..."

"Tomorrow you'll want to retract that stupid statement."

"Are you afraid?" Hyacinth leaned on his chest, "I still have more ridiculous things to say!"

"But I don't want you to be drunk—"

"I don't!" Hyacinth snorted softly, "I know you want it too." She rubbed against him without a teacher, and Sirius groaned:

"Hyase!"

"And look at your left hand, we're already engaged." Hyacinth simply took Sirius' left hand, and she boldly led his hand to the tie of her bathrobe, followed by a light twitch, smooth The ribbon slipped out of his hand.She moved slightly, and the bathrobe slid down from her shoulders, revealing her white skin.Sirius' breathing quickened involuntarily, and Hyacinth hooked his neck and leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "I will advance the rights that belong to my wife."

These words detonated countless fireworks in Sirius' mind. He no longer hesitated, but turned over and laid Hyacinth down on the bed, then gently pushed aside her bathrobe with a strange piety.

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Note:

1. The House of Requirement was destroyed by fire in "Death Hallows", so it is inferred that too powerful black magic activities cannot be carried out here.

2. The part of the corpse adopts a combination of two theories.One says that the Inferi was created by Voldemort, and the other says it existed.

3. Signus doesn't have many allies among the Death Eaters, so he's desperate to climb the ladder.

4. One version of "Macbeth" was released in the UK in 1979.

5. Möbius strip: After twisting a strip of paper by 180°, the two ends are glued together to make a strip of paper, which has magical properties.Believed to be the source of the "infinity" symbol.

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