I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

"Regulus? What are you looking at?", the companion next to him asked him. In fact, he had just had an argument with his brother. To be precise, it was Sirius who wanted to quarrel with him unilaterally.

Although he was very angry, he felt that there was really no need. After all, no matter what he did, he was doing something wrong in Sirius's eyes.

"What do you think of that adult's ideas? I heard that he has negotiated with your mother. I believe she will agree. Although he is still hesitant, it is inevitable. Now it only takes an opportunity. After all, it is such a great idea." The companion talked endlessly to Regulus about the adult, that is, Voldemort's ideas and his noble blood belonging to Slytherin.

"Yes, my mother told me that she would consider it. Lucius also mentioned it to me." They were weighing the pros and cons. After all, loyalty that was easily obtained would not be so cherished, so the time of surrender was also a kind of knowledge.

Regulus just listened and nodded from time to time. It seemed that he listened, but it seemed that he did not listen. The companion next to him was a little strange.

"Then why are you so uneasy?" He finished the last sentence and saw that Regulus still looked listless. He was a little dissatisfied, but he couldn't get angry with Regulus.

He could only think about it and spread his evil thoughts to other people.

And Sirius, who had just quarreled with Regulus, must be a good target.

After all, there have been rumors that the two brothers have different personalities, plus they quarrel from time to time. He thought, although Regulus didn't say it, how could he like his brother?

They are the same kind of people, the same noble Slytherin, and there is a fundamental difference between betrayers.

"Is it because of your brother? That traitor from a pure-blood family, I heard that he mixed with those mudbloods, you don't have to worry about him."

"If I were to say, people like him would sooner or later...", the man said incessantly, but before he could say more excessive words, he was scared away by Regulus with a look.

"Say less of that next time. Even if he's in Gryffindor, he's still my brother, as long as his last name is Black." Regulus wasn't angry, but his voice was a little colder than his casual tone just now.

He rarely spoke like that. In everyone's impression, he was a gentle and polite person.

"Yes... yes." It seemed that he knew he had stepped on a landmine. After all, he was in a complicated family relationship and there were many children in his family. If he didn't have this emotional intelligence, he would have been disliked by his elders.

The man turned the topic around and grafted it to Voldemort. After all, he had already started to move around and tried his best to absorb all the pure-blood families that could accept his ideas.

To be honest, although Regulus didn't know much about Voldemort's ideas, after all, no one talked to him about these in depth, but because of his identity as the heir of Slytherin and his powerful magic, he still deified and worshipped him in his heart.

In addition...

No one didn't know the Black family, the always pure Black. Voldemort's first step was of course to convince the Black family. This was a must.

There is a 90% or even higher probability that the Black family will surrender to Voldemort in the future. This is an inevitable result. As the only Slytherin of this generation of the family, he will follow in his footsteps.

Although not now, it is obviously only a matter of time. This is an unshakable point. He will definitely become a follower of Voldemort.

The conflict between him and his brother is here...

The elder brother knew about the negotiation between his mother and him, so the elder brother found him and talked to him a lot. It was the first time he talked to him so much, but it was not because of himself. He just wanted to unite with him to stop his mother.

It was obvious that they quarreled.

He just said that there was nothing wrong with this. You have to know the current situation...

In fact, there is a second half. He tried to analyze the pros and cons for his brother and told him how much benefit he would get after surrendering to Voldemort and how much he would bring to the Black family.

How the situation would change...

But the action of the elder brother in the next second told him how naive he was.

Sirius almost jumped up, angrily scolding them for aiding and abetting the evil, but Regulus no longer wanted to listen to what they were saying.

He just mocked himself in his heart, thinking that he was so naive. What good would it do even if he told his brother? Did he expect his brother to understand him and the family?

If he really understood, perhaps he would not wear that eye-catching red scarf, the red school robe with the lion emblem, and walk proudly to the Gryffindor table with the Sorting Hat shouting Gryffindor...

He even felt a little resentful towards his brother at that moment, but then he thought about it.I felt relieved.

Everyone seemed to have done nothing wrong. Mom wanted to maintain the prosperity of the family, and my brother wanted freedom and justice, and wanted to live the life he wanted.

They all had their own things to stick to, the kind of things that they had to complete even if they had to sacrifice their lives. Why was Regulus so sure, because in a sense, Black was the same.

No one knew his family better than him.

Why did it seem that no one had done anything wrong, but all these things had become a huge mistake, and then trapped me like a net, unable to move forward or backward, and could only move my limbs briefly as the net moved.

So... who was wrong?

Could it be him? Education prevented him from blaming his mother, rationality prevented him from blaming his brother, and family affection prevented him from blaming both of them.

Regulus was very confused, maybe it was really his fault.

He was not that good, his brother Sirius, a true genius, even if he tried hard to catch up and do everything well.

He could only barely catch up with his brother.

If he was a little better, if he was born earlier, if...

He thought he might be driven crazy one day, just like his mother...

Perhaps his mother gradually became what she is now. After all, the beautiful, gentle and almost unreal mother in his memory is completely different from the mother now.

She changed from saying that Leir, you are my pride no matter what, to only saying that for the Black family, you must do this...

Yes...If that were the case, maybe he wouldn't be so painful.

Sometimes, sinking is always happier than being awake.

His position, his pursuit, his faith, his soul, those precious things he has not yet nurtured.

When it was a seed, it could only collapse and disintegrate little by little under the faith that his mother and brother held.

In the end, it became a dead fetus that could not sprout.

And in the end...

Where should he go?

Regulus looked at the world outside the car window and fell into unprecedented confusion. He couldn't find his place.

In this world where no one seemed to have done anything wrong.