HP: White Lord of Slytherin

The long-uninhabited Blake house was in a dilapidated state. The long corridor at the porch was dark and mysterious, large pieces of wallpaper had peeled off, and the carpet was so black that its original color could not be seen. If Coco had come along, I'm afraid her screams would have echoed throughout the house.

The snake-shaped chandeliers and candlesticks were covered with cobwebs. Gloria wondered if there were any living creatures here besides pests.

After a long corridor, there is a staircase leading upstairs.

The ground was covered with thick dust. Her clean leather shoes were immediately covered with dust. Just to give it a try, Gloria whispered, "Kreacher."

Then there was a clanging sound, and a hoarse and deep voice like a bullfrog shouted: "Who broke into the noble Black House! Kreacher must protect the peace of the Black House for the mistress!"

A house-elf appeared, wrapped in dirty rags, with skin that seemed to be several times larger than his body area, a bald head and a bunch of white hair growing in his ears. His eyes were bloodshot and gray, and his fleshy nose was large.

It was the first time Gloria saw such a dirty house-elf and she was stunned.

Kreacher raised the rusty knife and pointed it at the strange girl, "Who are you? Get out of the Black house!"

Gloria handed him the token and said, "I am your new master."

Kreacher's bloodshot eyes bulged, and he gasped in a bullfrog-like voice, "This... this is Master Regulus's stuff!"

"Yes." Gloria nodded, "Regulus is my father."

The knife fell from his hand, and Kreacher's thin chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he was still suffering from some kind of impact. "The noble and kind Master Regulus... actually has a child——"

His eyes and attitude changed immediately, from hatred to respect.

"Is Regulus married to a pure-blood lady?" Kreacher did not forget the Black family's rule of pure-blood marriages, and there was a hint of vigilance and expectation in his eyes when he asked the question.

Gloria knew he would ask this, and replied with certainty, "A pure-blood family older than Black."

"Could you please tell me Kreacher's last name, my dear lady? Kreacher must be sure!" He knelt on the ground earnestly, and prostrated himself at Gloria's feet. "Kreacher is a bad elf! Master Regulus said that the girl holding the token is his child. Kreacher is bad!"

Gloria squatted down. Her father had written in his diary about his feelings for Kreacher. He sincerely liked this elf who had taken care of the family for several generations, and as a daughter, he would naturally treat him well.

She grabbed Kreacher's hand, and the frightened elf hurriedly tried to dodge, "Kreacher is a lowly house-elf, he cannot touch the noble Miss Gloria!"

However, when I looked up, I was met with a pair of golden vertical pupils, and a strange female voice came from my mind: "Gloria Enzo Slytherin"

When he came to his senses, he had already forgotten about seeing the animal eyes. Kreacher gasped, "Oh - my dear lady! You are..." He couldn't say the rest.

"By next July, you will be able to tell me my real last name. Remember that my name is Gloria Alber now."

Kreacher was still excited. No wonder the noble lady did not inherit the Black surname. Slytherin was indeed much older than Black.

Gloria's ability made him not have any doubts, and it saved him from having to do anything to prove it, as there were portraits around.

Gloria stood up, "Well, I'm here to do some business, take me to my father's room."

Kreacher eagerly rose to his feet and led the way for his distinguished lady.

On the second floor, beside the stairs, the head of an elf that had served the Black family all its life was hung on the wall. Kreacher clenched his hands in embarrassment, "Kreacher also hopes to have his head hung on the wall of the Black family like my mother. If the noble lady hangs it for me personally..."

"No." Gloria stared at those heads. Slytherin Manor never hung elf heads. She looked at Kreacher who was dazed and fearful. "When you die, I will bury you intact next to your father's grave."

Parents who value the family's reputation, a brother who is hostile to the family, a cousin named Bella who is crazy about pure-bloods, two cousins ​​who love Regulus but are married off, only Kreacher in the family who truly loves his young master, the suffocating old Black house, and Kreacher's bullfrog-like voice often comfort the young man.

"Oh! The honorable Miss Gloria is as kind as Master Regulus. Kreacher looks forward to this honor!" Kreacher led the way while crying.

Seeing him like this, Gloria remembered that she was in the same situation half an hour ago.

Looking at the old house of Blake, it was once magnificent and exquisite, with a living room with a large window overlooking the street outside. Now the glass cabinets are so dirty that you can't see what's inside, the curtains are covered with fox spirits, and a bunch of unknown creatures are dead on the sofa.

Gloria saw these strange creatures for the first time, pointed curiously and asked, "What is that?"

Kreacher showed a shameful expression, "It's all Kreacher's fault. After Master Regulus and the mistress passed away, Kreacher was depressed and didn't clean the house properly. It's all Kreacher's fault!" Then he began to hit his head heavily.

"Stop Kreacher!" Gloria sternly stopped his behavior, trying to make the elf obedient, but gentle words didn't work.

Kreacher stopped in panic and looked carefully at Gloria's serious face. She said, "Since I am your new master, you must obey my orders. As a house-elf belonging to me, you are not allowed to punish yourself without orders, unless I order you to do so!"

"Kreacher knows..." He thought Gloria was just kind, but it was normal for Master Regulus's child to be so kind.

As they were talking, they had already passed the third and fourth floors. Some of the darkened portraits in the corridor were awakened by their movement, but they did not speak. Instead, they looked at Gloria quietly.

I walked to the stairs to the fifth floor and after a few steps I saw a door in the dark.

Gloria walked closer and saw a small sign on the door with a deep scratch in the paint underneath. She reached out and touched the scratch carefully.

Kreacher said, "That was done by a traitor to the Black family, Master Regulus's brother. He had an argument with the Master and scratched this mark on the sign."

Calling Regulus "Master" and Sirius a traitor, Kreacher really hated her uncle.

On the imposing little sign, two lines of words were neatly written:

No entry without my express permission

—Regulus Arcturus Black

Seeing the traces of her father, Gloria smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that when her father was young, he was also a spirited and ambitious young master.

When you open the door, you can feel the former splendor. Although it is dirty and messy outside, the room is still tidy.

"Kreacher has been maintaining the rooms of the mistress and Master Regulus--" Tears fell from Kreacher's sad eyes again.

"Thank you, Kreacher." Gloria also had tears in her eyes.

The green and silver of Slytherin covered the bed, walls and windows, and Gloria was happy that he loved Slytherin, just as he had loved his mother and her long before.

The Black family crest and motto (Toujours Pur) are meticulously painted above the bed, with yellowed newspaper clippings underneath.

The content is all about Voldemort. At that time, Regulus admired him very much and thought that he was rising for the pure-blood family. Later he found out that he was just a stepping stone for the pure-blood family to achieve the goal of cruel rule and immortality.

Kreacher pointed to the other side of the bed and said, "Master Regulus's photo is still there. Miss Gloria, would you like to see it?"

"Look!" Gloria hurried to the other side. She had never seen what her father looked like.

The photo showed a Hogwarts Quidditch team. Regulus, with his black hair and slightly arrogant expression, was very conspicuous. He was young and a little thin in the photo, but he had a handsome and elegant appearance. Gloria found that the lower half of her face was very similar to her father's.

Regulus smiled faintly in the photo, and Gloria smiled the same way unconsciously.

Kreacher looked at Gloria with a look of nostalgia, as Regulus had once smiled at him in the same way.