HP: White Lord of Slytherin

While at home on holiday, Regulus completed several hours of training on the specially built court near the estate.

In his third year, he had already become the Seeker of Slytherin House.

When he came out of the shower, he saw his favorite dessert on the bedroom table. He could tell at a glance that it was prepared by Kreacher.

After he finished his dessert and rinsed his mouth, he decided to take a nap.

I don’t know how long it was, but when I woke up, the surroundings had changed. The wallpaper was silver and green, very similar to the style of his room, but I could tell at a glance that it was not my room.

He sat up and found himself on a bed. The surroundings were clean but looked very shabby.

Regulus was full of doubts. Who would play such a prank on him while he was sleeping?

Fred, George?

He climbed down quickly, looking around carefully, wand still in hand.

Upon closer inspection, I realized it seemed to be someone else's room, especially there was a photo frame on the bedside table on the other side.

Regulus walked over and found that it was a picture of his grandfather.

Is this the Blake house?

That shouldn't be the case. After his mother inherited the house, it was widened and renovated early on, and there were many reports about Voldemort posted above the bed.

He was a little guessing for a moment, but still stood up and walked towards the door.

After opening the door, the outside looked even more dilapidated, like a dangerous house.

Suddenly, there were a few tapping sounds, as if something was moving around in the room upstairs, and it sounded quite heavy.

The noise of a few steps caused a few handfuls of dust to fall from the ceiling.

He couldn't imagine that the old Black house could be so dilapidated. The portraits in the corridor were tattered, the frames were blackened, and the faces of the people in them could not be seen at all.

Suddenly, the door of another room opened and a familiar figure walked out.

The two looked at each other.

"Sirius?!" Regulus couldn't believe it. This gloomy and slightly sloppy man was Sirius?

As far as he could remember, Sirius had always been a dashing and elegant person, with many ladies watching him wherever he went.

Although he still looks handsome now, he is very different from the image I have in mind.

Sirius remained calm and took out his wand, "Who are you?"

The house was cursed with fidelity, and strangers could not reach it without the keeper's willingness to reveal its exact location.

"It's me, Ares."

He subconsciously said his nickname. After all, Sirius loved him very much, even more than he loved Scorpius and Heloise.

"I've never heard of that name." Sirius looked alert, pointing his wand at him, "Did Dumbledore ask you to come?"

"I'm Regulus Black." He roughly guessed that he might have gone back to the past, but this past was completely different from what his mother described.

At least when her mother rebuilt the old Black house, Sirius was still in Azkaban.

Sirius was shocked for a moment. In his memory, his brother didn't look like this when he was young.

"You're lying. Regulus died a long time ago." He said, "And I know exactly what my brother looks like."

Regulus tilted his head slightly, just in time to see the door to the room he was previously in, with a sign on it.

"My full name is Regulus Eltanin Black." He explained, "I got this name in honor of my grandfather, Regulus II."

Xili immediately thought of the girl he met on the full moon night two years ago.

"What's your mother's name?"

"Gloria." Regulus asked anxiously, "Have you seen her?"

It's the same name.

Sirius continued to ask: "Who is Heloise to you?"

"My sister," Regulus said. "She's here too."

Sirius lowered his wand, "No, she left."

Regulus felt it was a pity that he couldn't see his sister here, and he didn't know how to get back.

"I remember that this place was renovated by my mother a long time ago. Why is it still like this?"

Sirius had a complicated look in his eyes. He didn't expect that his brother still had blood. He didn't know this when he met Heloise last time, and the girl disappeared that night.

"There is no Gloria here, at least not in this world," he said.

Regulus was stunned, but quickly suppressed it. He guessed that he might go back to the past, but he didn't expect it to be a world without his mother.

Regulus put away his wand, pointed upstairs and asked, "What was that noise just now?"

"Uh--" Sirius said, "A hippogriff named Buckbeak."

Regulus was silent.

After a while, he asked, "Why do you want to keep that in the house?"

Sirius put the wand in his pocket, "It saved me, and it should have been killed. It can't be put out there for anyone to see."

Regulus didn't know what happened, but he didn't ask any more questions about it.

Suddenly he remembered something and shouted, "Kreacher."

Kreacher appeared with white fur on his ears and a rag hanging from his body. He thought it was Sirius calling out to him, "What does the master who betrayed his family need."

"Kreacher." Regulus squatted down and called him.

Kreacher was stunned for a moment. He felt that he saw the shadow of Master Regulus on this man's face, but he really didn't know this person.

Rarely, Kreacher did not make indirect accusations, "What does this wizard need?"

Somehow, I felt very close to this young man when I saw him.

Regulus opened his mouth to talk about his identity, but his mother didn't exist in this world, which meant that he would not exist in the future here.

If he told it, how sad it would be if Kreacher couldn't wait for him in the future.

Unexpectedly, Sirius spoke directly: "He is from another world, the grandson of Master Regulus that you have been thinking about so much."

Kreacher was stunned for a moment, then his eyes sparkled with an unusual brilliance, "Master Regulus's descendant, oh——"

He should be skeptical, especially coming from a traitor like Sirius.

It can be seen that when Kreacher saw the young man in front of him for the first time, he had the idea of ​​getting close to him.

Knowing that he had been told, Regulus simply smiled and hugged Kreacher, "It's me. My Christian name is the same as my grandfather's. I am Regulus III, nicknamed Ares."

Kreacher struggled quickly, "Kreacher is a house-elf and cannot touch the little master."

"It's okay, Kreacher. You've been taking care of me like this since I was born." Regulus smiled. "You've been taking care of me since I was born. Even Sirius couldn't take it away from you."

Kreacher was happy but sad at the same time. Master Regulus in another world had offspring, but in this world he died alone in the lake.

"Is Master Regulus doing well in the other world?" Kreacher asked with anticipation.

"He died." Regulus said the news helplessly.

Kreacher covered his eyes and cried bitterly, "Merciful Master Regulus, still didn't survive."

Sirius suddenly asked, "Why did he die?"

Was it because he was a coward and wanted to leave the Death Eaters, and then was killed by Voldemort?

Regulus patted Kreacher on the back. "In order to fight Voldemort, he didn't want to implicate his family members, so he died quietly, and ordered Kreacher not to tell anyone."

Sirius was so shocked by these words that he stood there in a daze, and it seemed as if his soul had drifted away.