Hogwarts Slytherin

Chapter 165 Black Magic Talk

Quidditch pitch.

The weather is exceptionally good today, with plenty of sunshine and no wind or clouds.

The air at the Quidditch pitch was filled with the fragrance of grass. It was the first Quidditch match of the year and the rare good weather. Today's game was almost full, and the stands were filled with robes of various colors.

Red and blue sea, red and yellow sea, blue and yellow sea...

There is only that piece of green, always pure.

Lily and Reggie seemed to have formed a tacit understanding, sitting at the border of two clearly defined landscapes.

At the junction of Gryffindor and Slytherin, Lily was holding a small snack, with a little lion painted on her face, and a telescope hanging around her neck. She occasionally looked emotional.

Seeing Reggie looking at her, Lily smiled happily back.

"I thought you were going to the library today." Reggie tilted his head slightly, "The Gryffindor team didn't play today. Which house are you here to cheer for?"

"I'm here to cheer for the wonderful game." She rolled her eyes, said slyly, and handed over the snack bag in her hand, "Actually, I am very interested in Quidditch. Even if Gryffindor doesn't play, I will Don’t want to miss the first Quidditch match of the year.”

Reggie nodded, picked out a red fruit from the bag, and took a bite. The fruit was a bit sour. He couldn't understand why someone would like to eat this kind of thing, but out of politeness, he forced himself to swallow it. Go down.

When everyone's eyes were chasing the two seekers, almost no one noticed that the Quaffle saved by the goalkeeper was rushing towards the stands, except for Reggie, who had always had little interest in the game.

There was a loud "bang", and a huge silver shield stood above the audience where Slytherins gathered, and the Quaffle turned into black fragments.

Then, an khaki figure hit the edge of the shield so hard that nearby spectators could hear the buzzing sound coming from the shield.

Just now, this Hufflepuff player was desperately chasing the Quaffle.

"Bless Merlin, Reggie, luckily you used the spell in time."

Vivian was scared to death.

After finishing the spell, Reggie frowned and put away the wand.

"What kind of spell is this?" Vivian Shafiq was both adoring and curious.

The girl who had expressed her affection for Reggie before looked at him with a rosy face, her slightly naturally curly blond hair was slightly rippled by the wind, and her figure had become more mature.

She is actually a very nice girl and is loved by many wizards in Slytherin.

It was said that even Hamilton's sixth-grade transfer student was still obsessed with him. Reggie remembered that the two attended the dance together at the Slug Club last year.

But judging from what happened later, poor Hamilton did not make any further progress, and the relationship between the two still seems to be neither far nor close.

"A kind of - uh, iron armor curse, it just seems a little more powerful."

Is this just a bit powerful...

Rui Jihao smiled without guilt. Of course, this was not the Iron Armor Curse. Strictly speaking, it was a kind of black magic that was also researched during DAM club activities.

Madam Pomfrey used a levitating spell to take the Hufflepuff players who fell onto the lawn and hurried away.

Vivian looked at their backs and said, "Is that Hufflepuff player going to be okay? He's just chasing the ball..."

Reggie frowned.

He felt that the Hufflepuff just now looked familiar, and thought about it carefully, but no matter how hard he recalled it, he just couldn't remember it.

But that damn familiarity...

He turned around to ask Anthony if he knew this Hufflepuff. However, before he could speak, the Slytherin area on one side of the stand suddenly burst into cheers - Regulus caught the Golden Snitch.

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Slytherin lounge.

Mulciber sat quietly by the fireplace, with a chessboard in front of him. The black and white chess pieces were scattered on the board. There was no fighting or fighting, but they were tightly packed together in an unhurried manner. Struggled, Nott on the opposite side held his chin seriously, frowning and thinking.

In the end, he chose to knock down the black king, "I admit defeat, Victor."

He sighed, "You don't have to give in to me like this, I know I can't defeat you."

"You don't have to be so arrogant." Victor Mulciber waved his hand and restored the chessboard to its original state. "Being able to recognize the situation clearly and stop in time is also a kind of astuteness."

He loved wizard chess and always played white first - one of the few habits Mulciber played that could be seen through.

The shape of chess is the trajectory of thinking. Sometimes, he likes to use chess to sense the opponent's mood. Nott's retreat in spite of difficulties, Lucius's step-by-step approach, Rodolphus's indecision, and Avery's indecision. , and Flint's arrogance and meticulousness, their true faces are exposed on the chessboard, clearly visible.

He observes the true face of his opponents through the chessboard, and then waits patiently to defeat them one by one.

......

Principal's office.

Although Dumbledore had never admitted it, there was no doubt in his heart that nothing in Hogwarts could escape his piercing blue eyes.

He always used to stand on a high place and watch with cold eyes.

Let everything run according to the trajectory he set. Even if there are occasional deviations, he can always make things develop back to the trajectory they should have followed.

At this moment, he was sitting in front of the window, looking at everything in Hogwarts with inquiring eyes. Whether it was the lovers rubbing their hair together by the black lake or the little guys playing on the grass, nothing would escape his sight.

Moreover, once he discovers anything abnormal, he will always try his best to get to the bottom of it, otherwise, he will have trouble sleeping and eating all day long.

For example, Reggie Duke, a good student who used "somewhat unusual" spells on the court.

In fact, to put it this way is quite euphemistic.

Ordinary students can't see it, but for powerful wizards, all black magic has its traces.

Regis' use of dark magic on the Quidditch pitch today was quite unlucky - it happened to be a form of dark magic, although he used it to prevent a tragedy.

The sound of a dripping stone beast sliding was heard outside the principal's room. Then, the heavy door opened, and a dark green figure appeared at the door.

"Hello, Principal Dumbledore." Reggie bowed politely.

After receiving Dumbledore's appointment notice, he also felt a little headache.

Maybe Gryffindor would like this kind old man, but Slytherin knew that this principal was difficult to deal with, and he was always wary of Slytherin for no reason.

"Ah, Reggie, you're here. Please sit down and have a cup of grapefruit tea. I added good honey." Dumbledore greeted warmly.

He seemed to have been beaten up, and his hooked nose was broken in the middle. Otherwise, his sharp eyes and hooked nose would make him look even more powerful.

No one knows why this powerful old man failed to repair his nose.

Just like James's panda eyes, even the greatest White Wizard, Pomfrey still doesn't need more than 3 minutes to make Dumbledore's nose intact.

But he didn't do that. He just kept the obvious traces of broken nose bones. He didn't know if he wanted to remember something or to remind himself of something.

"Okay, thank you. Principal Dumbledore." Reggie sat down cautiously, his eyes lowered, trying to avoid contact with Dumbledore's line of sight.

From a distance, he could smell the sweet smell of tea. He remained calm on the surface, but felt a little turbulent inside.

Out of politeness, she picked up the tea cup and pretended to take a sip.

"Mr. Duke, I invite you here, don't be nervous. I mainly want to praise you for protecting your classmates with your magic spell. Plus 20 points, Slytherin." Dumbledore had a gentle smile, usually unconscious. Let the other person relax.

"A wonderful spell, very rare. It comes from the Black family, am I right?"

But he was facing Reggie.

Obviously, he cannot relax his vigilance.

"I'm not sure, Mr. Principal. Maybe I saw it in the library's books. You know, I read a lot of books, and I have long forgotten which book I saw it from." Reggie answered very carefully.

Dumbledore nodded and said kindly: "When I was a student, I knew that Slytherin's little wizards like powerful power, especially the spells that are now banned by the Ministry of Magic, and they always study them tirelessly. . However, children should not be too obsessed with magic and should be more lively. Am I right?"

"You are the greatest white wizard." Reggie pretended to flatter him.

"Thank you, Mr. Duke. I always thought Slytherins wouldn't like me because I don't want students to study dark magic, but maybe you've noticed that most Slytherin kids are always very curious about them. They It is a powerful quagmire that will make you unable to extricate yourself. You see, Mr. Diggory is still lying in the hospital wing."

Dumbledore blinked happily, "Oh, that poor Hufflepuff is called Fett Diggory. He is a little guy who doesn't like playing with magic. I also gave him 20 points for loyalty. the behavior of."

Reggie's eyes instantly turned into black pebbles frozen in the ice, and his voice became cold: "Dear Principal Dumbledore, I think that Slytherin's hobby of 'researching spells' is not equivalent to violating the law. . The Ministry of Magic only bans black magic, not improved spells. Besides, it is just a protective spell similar to the Iron Armor Curse, not the black magic you hate."

"Of course, Mr. Duke, your spell is not dark magic. I completely agree with this." Dumbledore's tone did not change at all.

"I just hope you can be like the other little guys - well, live more comfortably. I always thought you were different, like Sirius Black in Gryffindor."

At this time, the sky was dark and dark clouds were covering Hogwarts like a hood. Reggie couldn't see Dumbledore's face clearly, and for a while he couldn't figure out why Dumbledore would talk about Sirius.

"Principal Dumbledore, I believe that Hogwarts will do its best to ensure that every student can live as freely as possible." Reggie answered more carefully, "It is human nature to pursue freedom, but it cannot be done at the expense of magic. The price of freedom.”

.......

Every wizard has the right to pursue deeper magic.

Even if it's just a little wizard, an underage wizard.

Walking out of the principal's office, Reggie thought to himself, why did Dumbledore mention Sirius in the office just now?At the same time, he was still puzzled as to why he even wanted to pull out the wand when he saw Dumbledore now?

As night fell, there was still light rain falling in the sky, and the medical wing was deserted, which was in stark contrast to the brightly lit hall at this time.

Just now, Reggie noticed that Madam Pomfrey was having dinner, quietly left the Slytherin table and slipped into the hospital wing.

He wanted to visit Diggory, partly out of curiosity - what kind of accidental damage his spell would cause to the other party, and the other half still out of curiosity - this was Cedric Diggory's old father.

The window next to Digory's bed faced a flowerbed that had not been taken care of for a long time. It was overgrown with weeds and created a desolate atmosphere, which was very suitable for Digory's pale face and closed eyes.

Reggie's Disillusionment Curse wasn't even canceled and he quickly left the hospital wing.

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"What are you going to do?"

Hogsmeade.

Three brooms.

Sirius's plan was very simple, it could even be said that there was no plan. He just had to convince Andromeda to escape and do whatever he wanted after breaking away from the Black family.

"You mean, if we rush to Uncle Signus' house, rush to Andromeda's room, and tell her - Andromeda, run away, the matter will be solved perfectly?" Regulus He looked at his brother in disbelief.

Although he didn't say anything, Sirius could almost see his eyes writing the words "Gryffindor" in the air. In the eyes of his family, that is, the Slytherins, this has always been associated with impulsiveness and recklessness. , there is no brain to draw the equal sign.

Sirius had enough reason to believe that Regulus did not say this out of consideration for their brotherhood, although he had fully expressed what he meant with his eyes.

Sirius asked him, "Do you have any better ideas?"

Regulus said: "I don't have a better way, but I know that Andromeda's wand was taken away by Bella, and there is an anti-Apparition spell in their house. Even if Andromeda can escape, she What can be done? You know they have a thousand ways to make her bow."

"Then Andromeda had better marry that pureblood who I don't know who. This is really a happy and happy ending." Sirius clapped his hands.

"Okay, you don't need to worry about this anymore, Regulus. Here, let's play with it." Sirius took out a bag of gadgets Zuko bought from his pocket and threw it to Regulus. .

"I'll be back at Christmas, why don't you write and tell our good mother early."

Regulus opened his mouth to say something, but closed his mouth.

He stuffed the things Sirius gave him into his schoolbag and said thank you seriously.

"Do you need me to say something to Andromeda?" he asked before leaving.

"Tell her what Narcissa wants you to tell her," Sirius said easily. "Tell her what she will face if she continues to stay at home and give them hope."

"I understand." Regulus said knowingly, "I will try not to be tactful."

Sirius raised his eyebrows and gave him a rare compliment.