Hogwarts Slytherin

Chapter 162 This is a war

Hogsmeade.

Mrs. Patty's Teahouse.

This time Andromeda tried her best to get a chance to go out, but she looked worse than last time.

"You don't have to care about the wedding they have planned. If you don't want to, they can't force you to do that. Let me tell you, you don't have to worry about them at all." This was Sirius' comfort.

Andromeda looked dull: "I'm not you, Sirius."

"How about you elope! We can help you, right, Rael?" Sirius said and glanced at Regulus expectantly.

"This is not good...Mom...They will remove Andromeda." Regulus carefully avoided Sirius's eyes and glanced at Andromeda quietly.

"As if no one cares!" Sirius replied nonchalantly.

Today is Hogsmeade day.

Regulus no longer has to follow Sirius and violate school rules, but can come out of Hogwarts openly.

But it also meant that Mrs. Patty's Teahouse was packed today.

In order to keep the conversation confidential, the three of them booked a private room.

now.

In another compartment.

Reggie looked normal and drank a glass of pumpkin juice, which he was particularly fond of.

Snape seemed a little gloating, he almost recognized Sirius's voice at once.

The magnetic fields of the two people may be inherently misaligned. No matter how history changes, Snape seems to be inherently misaligned with James and Sirius.

Anthony was much less reserved.

At this moment, he was leaning against the corner with an excited face, wishing he could stick to the wall.

elopement?

Really exciting.

Removal?

I seem to have an impression that the Black family would adopt this kind of punishment method to deal with the traitors in the past family, in order to ensure the purity of the Black family bloodline.

If that were the case, love would really make people blind.

Room next door.

After saying the word "delete", the atmosphere in the room began to become strangely quiet.

Although Regulus liked his cousin Andromeda very much and was secretly helping her during this period, he was not that familiar with her.

In fact, he knew nothing about the Muggle wizard that his cousin Andromeda fell in love with, except that his name was Ted Tonks, that he was a Muggle-born wizard from Hufflepuff.

Maybe the cousin was just deceived by the other party?

Thanks to the Walpurgis Journal, Regulus was convinced that Muggle-born wizards were good at deceiving others.

Since hemp wizards are so good at bewitching others... then, is it possible that cousin Andromeda was just deceived?

Otherwise, why would you rather risk being expelled from the family to be with him?

Regulus couldn't understand that for him, family was above all else.

He simply couldn't imagine abandoning the Black family for one person.

However, whenever Regulus wanted to learn about Ted Tonks' situation in a subtle way, Andromeda would always explain it away with a few nonchalant words.

Regulus suddenly had a strange feeling. Maybe in Andromeda's heart, he was not a trustworthy person.

Andromeda was not willing to mention Ted Tonks too much in front of him, but she was definitely happy to mention him to Sirius.

Regulus couldn't figure out why, but he couldn't help but feel sad for this feeling.

Since Andromeda had decided to give up the family, he was sure that the Blacks she gave up did not include Sirius, and he subconsciously refused to ask if he was among the people she gave up.

Finally, Sirius took Regulus to say goodbye to Andromeda.

Once a crazy idea is planted, sooner or later it will bloom into a desperate flower.

******

Regulus Black is in his third year this year, and he has taken courses on ancient runes and arithmetic divination.

In fact, the third grader had no choice.

Muggle studies and protection of magical animals are courses that every pure-blood family wizard rejects.

Divination, a course with no logical concept, is also very disdainful to pure-blood wizards.

This year Regulus Black became a lone ranger, and he began to show his fanaticism towards Voldemort.

Under the influence of the spiritual baptism of the elders in the family - what Sirius often called the ecstasy soup - he began to think that he had a greater cause to accomplish than making friends with other classmates.

"Serve the Dark Lord."

This is also the reason why he is different from other pure-blood wizards of the same age. He disdains to fight against Golan Fenn, even though his brother Sirius is deeply involved in the front line of the academy's battle.

Now, he became acutely aware that because of a marrow wizard, his family was likely to lose another relative - Andromeda.

His evil thoughts are growing crazily - those filthy mudbloods.

At the same time, he began to feel that Sirius was beyond hope.

Just because he was safe, Sirius's soul had been tainted by those Gryffindor Mudbloods and could no longer be saved.

In fact, since returning from Hogsmeade that day, Reggie has been paying attention to Regulus consciously or unconsciously.

Sensitively discover that the latter begins to look like his former self.

In the Slytherin underground lounge, on the row of status-symbolizing sofas, Regulus was almost never seen again.

Victor Mulciber is happy to hear this.

Regulus was obviously not from the same group as him, but Black's background meant that he really couldn't ignore it. Now that the other party had automatically disappeared, he even felt proud of it in his heart.

Look, no wonder that idiot Black from Gryffindor is always sneering at you.

Good baby, quite sensible.

After finishing the astronomy class today, Regulus was rarely absent-minded for a long time because he saw the constellation Canes Canes.

He thought of himself and his brother Sirius.

They were supposed to be the two closest people in the world.

When he came to his senses, his classmates had already packed up their things and left one after another.

Since astronomy classes require observation of stars, they are mostly held in the evening.

When he walked through the last corridor in the dark, he saw a person's shadow cast on the ground at the corner in front.

The shadow was stretched very long in the darkness. Looking from the shadow, it was almost impossible to distinguish the figure and gender of the other party, but judging from the upright figure, it should not be Filch.

The shadow had not realized that Regulus had discovered him, and the flickering candlelight in the darkness added an aura of terror to the moment.

"Who is where?" Regulus said calmly. He was not afraid because nothing could scare him.

Gu Li

The shadows began to move.

"Erica Jackson." The shadow walked out of the darkness, it was a girl. "Greta Jackson is my mother!"

"Who is that?" Regulus began to recall it in his mind with a confused look on his face. He always felt that the name was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

However, it seems that there is no one named Jackson in the pure-blood family.

The confusion on his face made Erica Jackson even more angry. She began to turn the wand in her hand, the expression on her face was obscured by the candlelight: "Blake, I want to duel with you!"

"I refuse-"

"Don't you dare?!" Erica Jackson rudely interrupted his refusal, "Since - since you dare to attack a Muggle! Why don't you dare to duel with me?! Or, Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is the usual style of you crazy people?"

Her contemptuous and sarcastic tone angered Regulus.

Ever since he was young, he has always been his mother's hope. All pure-blood children and even adults respect him with great respect, but the witch in front of him——

How dare she speak to him in such a tone?Who does she think she is.

But he didn't intend to give her what she wanted, because, "You don't deserve it."

Duel with a mudblood, dirty his hands.

But it didn't end there.

Erica Jackson stared at him coldly, not missing the disgust in his eyes and the arrogance in his expression.

"coward."

She said the word coldly.

No!

You can't lose your mind in front of a mudblood.

Regulus forced himself to calm down, controlled his inner anger, took two steps ahead, and gradually approached Erica Jackson.

"When?"

Well, she made it.

"Tomorrow night at eight o'clock, on the sixth floor of the West Tower, you are not too scared to come, are you?" Erica Jackson retreated instead of advancing, and did not flinch because of Regulus' approach. The distance suddenly shrunk very close.

This distance was so close that Regulus could clearly see her serious disdain and contempt.

"I hope you won't regret it."

"I hope you won't come crying to your mother."

Erica Jackson turned and left, her shadow stretched long by the candlelight, and then completely disappeared at the end of the darkness.

******

halloween.

This year's Halloween isn't as exciting as usual.

In previous years, Dumbledore, Slughorn, and even other deans might have had a second dance in private, but this year, the cold seemed to be coming faster than in previous years.

After entering November, the weather starts to get very cold.

The entire Scottish Highlands began to turn gray, and the black lake began to be covered with ice and snow, and the lake surface was cold and hard.

Every morning, with frost on the ground, one could see from the Gryffindor window Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts' keykeeper and gamekeeper, his tall figure wrapped in a long moleskin coat. inside.

Many people were secretly discussing in private how many moles would have to be killed to make a well-fitting moleskin coat given Hagrid's size.

Hagrid defrosts the pumpkin patch every day after getting up, looking very cheerful.

The Acromantula incident did not leave too many shadows on the careless him. After all, Aragog had the deepest relationship with him, and Dumbledore had contributed a lot to this matter. He could not hope for a better result.

As for the lack of payment - well, for Merlin's sake, he had no interest in money at all.

After defrosting the pumpkin patch, Hagrid looked at the plump pumpkins with satisfaction and happily put on gloves made of unicorn hair.

The winter giant, covered in fur, was all voluntarily sacrificed by animals - except for the mole, who was not a lovable guy in the magical world.

The Quidditch season was about to begin, and Mrs. Hooch asked him to help defrost the broomstick.

After Hagrid finished his work in the field, he headed towards the Quidditch lounge as if he had been given a shot of blood.

Quidditch is almost the only ray of warmth in this cold weather.

The Quidditch captains of all the colleges were as energetic as chicken blood, and they began to compete with each other, even the number of training sessions.

As soon as he had time, he would start training with the players from their respective colleges. Quidditch training increased from three times a week to four or five times a week!

The professors at Hogwarts aren't getting their blood pumping for the upcoming Quidditch season either.

After that night's duel, Regulus quietly returned to the lounge at night.

Not long after he lay down, he suddenly remembered where he had seen the name Greta Jackson!

In fact, "Walpurgis Journal", what is the original saying...

He couldn't remember.

I just remember that it was a woman with her eyes closed.

She is dead.

There is nothing wrong with this... What the Dark Lord is going to do is to change the entire magical world. In this process, bloodshed is inevitable.

And what they did was wrong.

If anything, it's the mudblood's fault.

If she hadn't forced her way into the magical world, maybe her mother wouldn't have died.

Regulus kept comforting himself like this.

In the dream, the girl's hatred in the darkness, the woman with her eyes tightly closed, and the firelight that could be seen everywhere appeared repeatedly...

Tonight, he slept very restlessly.

******

Every war starts quietly from an invisible place.

Many years ago, Muggle history books left only two sentences about the war that broke out on September 1939, 9: "Germany attacked Poland, and Britain and France declared war on Germany.

The ink written by Princip with blood has not yet dried, and a world-class Muggle war has officially begun in Europe.

Poles would say it was a nightmarish night, awakened before dawn by strange noises as bombers buzzed over their heads, heading for railways, arsenals and bridges.Shells rained down on the Polish positions, and the counterattack planes were blown up at the airport before they even took off. The scorched earth, artillery fire, and broken limbs were the last sight the Polish soldiers saw in their lives.

Yes, it all happened too suddenly. They were caught off guard and their troops were defeated like a mountain.But war never breaks out suddenly at a certain moment.

This war began long ago, out of sight of those who died.

In London, it started from the market, from the soaring price of bread. The ironware and medicines on the market were hard to find, and amid Mrs. Cole's complaints, they were secretly purchased by the government and sent to the military factory.

In Berlin, it started in the streets, with tabloids waving in the hands of newsboys, businessmen and officials exchanging information in cafes, and rumors that Ambassador Schulenburg secretly met with the Soviet Foreign Minister in Moscow.

In Paris, it begins with the theater, with the beautiful Citroëns at the door and the ladies’ expensive nylon stockings, with fashionable handbags displayed in department stores, but the supply of oil and its derivatives is quietly decreasing.

In New York, it started earlier, on the stock exchange, with traders frantically selling and buying stocks.

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