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

During the summer vacation, at the Black mansion.

Sirius almost realized something was wrong when his mother coaxed him to sleep with a pleasant face. His mother was unusually gentle to him today, almost too gentle.

And her temper seemed to have improved a lot. The corners of her mouth were upturned all day long, which was very wrong. And he was talking to Regulus intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to exclude him intentionally.

"Kreacher, where did they go?" Sirius stayed at the door and questioned the house elf with some anger in his voice.

Kreacher, who was usually docile and almost never followed him to go against him, was unusually irritable at this moment, but irritability was irritability, and the panic and sadness in his eyes were difficult to conceal.

Although he kept his mouth shut for another master, it was obvious that even if Sirius was a Gryffindor, he was still one of the masters of the Black family. Kreacher would not disobey his orders, but he could not disobey Mrs. Black's orders.

The two conflicting orders mixed together, making him feel painful, sad, and a little angry. The result of these negative emotions intertwined was of course.

Sirius watched Kreacher rolling back and forth on the ground, crying and screaming, and telling his pain.

"I can't tell you, I can't tell you, the lady said that you are a traitor to Slytherin, you, but I can't..." Kreacher's words were intermittent but generally gentle, at least he didn't say the damn traitor or something like that.

He shook his head frantically, and was about to hit the ground with his head.

Sirius was so angry about what this guy said that he stopped him before he moved, "Enough, enough, enough! You'd better stop talking! Move your head off the floor, or you'll smash a hole in it later!"

Listening to Sirius say this, Kreacher gradually calmed down, and Sirius slowly sighed.

In fact, Kreacher didn't need to tell him what his mother was doing with Regulus. What he couldn't tell him and had to hide from him was nothing more than a gathering of dark wizards.

When Sirius just entered the first grade, Mrs. Black thought he might still be saved, and even tied him up to go to the dinner, but the result at that time was that she colluded with James to smash the dinner half and half.

Still wearing a thin Gryffindor school uniform in the middle of winter, in front of those pure-blood family guys, to express her dissatisfaction, sure enough, her mother seemed to have given up since then and never took her there again.

That's good, if I continue to stay in that kind of smoky place, I will definitely die, and Regulus will probably be happy if I step down.

He is a Slytherin, and he also pursues those things. He likes this. From childhood to adulthood, he and his mother regard the interests of the family as more important than anything else.

Just as Sirius was thinking about this, the door of the house slowly opened.

The mother was holding her brother's arm, wearing extremely gorgeous clothes. The dress was at least of the dinner-level, even more gorgeous than the ones she wore for social events.

"Where did you go?" Sirius asked.

Mrs. Black did not answer him, but walked slowly into the house. When they approached, Sirius keenly noticed that there was a smell of blood on the sleeves of his brother and mother. Sirius could not smell what kind of blood it was, but he thought that there would not be scenes of killing chickens and ducks in public at the dinner of the nobles.

So he boldly guessed what kind of blood it would be?

"What did you go to do? How could there be a smell of blood?" Sirius asked in confusion. Although the marks on the clothes had been cleaned up, the smell of blood was not so easy to cover up.

Mrs. Black ignored Sirius and just ordered Kreacher, "Kreacher, take Sirius to his room and don't let him out."

"Why?" Sirius frowned in dissatisfaction, but Kreacher obviously didn't care what Sirius thought. Since the lady was back, he would naturally obey the lady's decision first.

Kreacher immediately pulled Sirius back to his room. Sirius, whose protest was ineffective, temporarily stopped struggling and just silently thought about something in his heart.

Things that I am not allowed to listen to? Then why should I listen to them?

When they reached the corridor, Sirius decisively picked up the wand, "Hey Kreacher, turn around, I'll give you a small gift~"

Kreacher, who had no other choice, simply turned his head. Before he could utter a syllable, he was suddenly knocked to the ground by an oncoming daze.

"Easy." Sirius used his wand to make a flower, and then tiptoed to the living room. He wanted to listen to what Regulus was talking about with his mother.

Mrs. Black was silent for a long time at first., they didn't talk to each other for a long time, which made it convenient for Sirius.

When he came over, his mother and brother were still in a state of confrontation, and they even found the best position when he came over.

Mrs. Black slowly pushed Regulus forward and started their conversation.

Her face was full of disappointment, "Regulus, your performance tonight disappointed me."

"Since you retreated at the last step, even if the adult didn't embarrass you or the Black family, it was also for the sake of Bella and Malfoy." Mrs. Black was a little disappointed.

"Why did you want to withdraw your hand at the last step? I told you a long time ago, didn't I?" Mrs. Black exhaled deeply, and she repeated that she seemed to be full of dissatisfaction with Regulus's behavior.

Then she didn't say anything, just looked at Regulus with a dim look, and didn't say anything for a long time.

But just relying on these was enough to make Regulus' spirit collapse further.

"But mom, but mom, she shouldn't have died..." Regulus slowly put his hand into his pocket. His shirt pocket was a little bulging. Sirius realized that his brother seemed to have something in his arms after Regulus's action.

He moved his head forward to see what his brother was holding. Of course, he did not forget to listen to the conversation between his mother and brother.

In fact, information retrieval is very easy. That adult... Sirius can only think of the recently famous Voldemort, but Sirius hates him and looks down on him.

Brainwashed with the theory of bloodline, found a lot of followers, and made a large cult gathering place.

That theory is so simple that the Muggle nobles in the Middle Ages would give a thumbs up and say, I am not as feudal as you.

"That old guy and his despicable half-blood daughter deserved it. He should know what will happen if he deceives the superiors." Mrs. Black's tone was full of disdain. In her eyes, it seemed that more than one person died.

"I thought you were much better than your brother, so I planned to take you to meet that gentleman earlier, but you really gave me a big surprise..."

Mrs. Black's words were nagging, which made Regulus take a breath, and he seemed to be back to that time just now...

He said goodbye to the girl and his father indifferently, and sat alone on the sofa drinking juice boredly. In fact, he wanted to get some cookies or muffins.

But there was not enough time, and his mother would not let him rest for too long. The girl just wasted a lot of his time, so he could only drink some juice.

He was called back by his mother as soon as he finished resting, and then dealt with several heirs or people in power in the family, and finally ushered in the climax of the banquet.

The host of the banquet was the last to arrive. He was very approachable and chatted with everyone. The man looked elegant and handsome, and his facial features almost combined all the advantages.

It makes people feel a little close to him, except for the big snake coiled next to him, which looks larger than the size of a normal snake and is abnormally scary. Should we say that it is worthy of being a snake raised by the Dark Lord himself?

Regulus looked at the huge python and thought about it.

The next step was a simple chat session. Almost everyone rushed to introduce their heirs or children to the gentle man.

Of course, Mrs. Black was no exception, but they were different from those who desperately wanted to get the favor of the Dark Lord.

These big families usually make two-way choices. Mrs. Black is not worried that the Dark Lord will skip them because they all need each other.

So compared to rushing up, staying where they are and waiting, and then walking up at the right time, it seems less cheap. Mrs. Black is not worried that Voldemort will skip them.

This is their unique confidence and pride.

Regulus stayed quietly, watching the gentleman talking to Lucius. He looked extremely happy, shaking the wine glass in his hand with a lot more amplitude.

He came over, the handsome man with the aura of a superior slowly approached, his smile was warm and gentle, and he looked unusually approachable.

But Regulus knew it was an illusion, any superior was never easy to approach.

"Ms. Black...", the man came over, holding the wine glass slightly tilted forward as if waiting for Mrs. Black to come forward and clink glasses.

Mrs. Black also reacted quickly, she pulled Regulus, and said in a gentle tone, "Let's go, Leir, be bold..."

Just when the wine glasses of both parties were about toWhen they met, an uninvited guest interrupted the conversation, "Hello, dear sir, I am the second son of the Carrow family, and this is my lovely little daughter."

"Say hello to the adults"

The girl and her father just now forced their way into this meeting that should have been very harmonious. To be precise, it was just the girl's father. The girl's expression looked terrified, and her eyes with some apology and panic unconsciously moved up and down.

Looked very pitiful.

The man didn't think there was anything wrong, and he didn't feel sorry for interrupting Mrs. Black's meeting with Voldemort.

It has to be said that his political sense is too dull. No wonder Regulus, who is not as good as his brother, or the child, doesn't even know how important he messed up and is still complacent there.

Regulus knows how stupid his behavior is. When the Dark Lord came over just now, almost everyone consciously retreated because they knew their time was over.

It's better to wait for him to finish what he wants to do, and then go forward when the adult is happy.

That way the success rate is higher.

Now, regardless of other things, Mrs. Black is almost on the verge of anger. She curled her lips and showed a mean and sarcastic smile.

Regulus held his mother's hand calmly, hoping to pull his mother who was in the center of the storm a little.

Mrs. Black was of course still rational. She just took a step back and took Regulus back a little, staring at the girl and his father with some good show.

"Oh, I know you...", smiling at Voldemort who stopped him, but the sharp Regulus found that the man's smile was not like before, and seemed to be a little colder, although it was not much better just now.

"Of course, your daughter looks beautiful too", hearing this, Laura's face became brighter, and he hurriedly pushed his little daughter, the little girl who looked like a frightened bird.

She almost trembled.

Hopefully, it will be alright, even though his father is an out-and-out scumbag and a jerk, and looks stupid enough, but...

Regulus thought as he turned sideways, he couldn't bear to continue watching.

He could only let go of his thoughts and stare at his cup in a trance, which contained ordinary grape juice, which looked very shiny, just like real red wine.

He took a sip gently, and suddenly heard a sound similar to the air being cut by a sword, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, close to the screams of a girl and a man, and finally ended with bursts of laughter.

Regulus felt that his back seemed to be stained with something like water stains, and when he raised his sleeves, he saw traces similar to red wine stains.

What?

Regulus, who wanted to investigate, subconsciously turned back to check, and Mrs. Black, who was also laughing, suddenly came forward and tried to grab Regulus in fear.

"Mom?", Regulus' voice was a little confused, and Mrs. Black's action was also a step late.

When the liquid was about to splash over, Regulus had no time to dodge. He almost saw the scene in front of him clearly. It was not red wine stains, but blood...

Mrs. Black finally pulled Regulus a step late. Regulus stared at his mother in a daze. That's right, even a mother would stop her child from watching such a scene...

But the next second, Mrs. Black took out a handkerchief nonchalantly and gently wiped Regulus' face. While wiping, she said with a blaming tone, "You are so careless. Your face is already dirty. You should keep your appearance good, right?"

"But mom, but..."