HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Gloria didn't tell Regulus that she had been to Azkaban, but she got the answer anyway.

Finally, I let the three snakes go out and have some fun and relax, and then prepared to return to school early.

On the day she returned from Azkaban, Gloria sent a letter to Headmaster Dumbledore to apply, and the kind headmaster quickly agreed.

Before that, there was still one thing to do. Regulus's relics were placed together with Aurora's things, but the huge old Black house had not been thoroughly cleaned. She hoped that her father's former home could return to its prosperity and splendor.

At this moment, Kreacher seemed to be reborn. His hunched back straightened and he followed Coco and the other elves to clean the house.

Upstairs, Coco shook the curtains, and a group of vixens jumped out. "I can't believe that a house with house elves can be so dirty!"

Fortunately, Kreacher is not here, otherwise he would be so ashamed that he would cry.

Another elf was cleaning Pu Rongrong's body on the sofa, and the glass cabinet was wiped back and forth with a rag soaked in special detergent.

Kreacher pulled back a huge moldy curtain on the first floor, and the portrait behind the curtain burst into a scream, "Ah - who's here! Kreacher! You incompetent elf!"

Walburga's portrait woke up the other portraits, and immediately the rest of them started cursing and staring at the strange house-elf walking around the house.

Gloria walked slowly to the portrait of Walburga. The woman in the painting was dressed gorgeously and had a beautiful but somewhat mean face. At the moment, she was like a madman, cursing at Kreacher. When he saw her, his eyes widened even more.

Gloria expected this, raised her wand and said to her: "Quietus"

The sharp insults became so quiet that even the content could not be heard clearly. "Has she always been like this?" Gloria asked Kreacher.

Kreacher straightened his back and bent down again, "The mistress became like this after she learned of Master Regulus's death. The mistress used to be noble and elegant, the most distinguished mistress of the Black family."

Gloria glanced at the portrait and was still cursing.

The eldest son left home and was expelled from the family, and the second son, whom she was proud of, died inexplicably. No wonder she went so crazy.

"Move her to another position first."

Kreacher shook his head. "The portrait of the mistress cannot be moved. It will be forever stuck on the wall of the old Black house."

Gloria stopped insisting and stared at the portrait and said, "I am the daughter of Regulus."

The portrait with a distorted face and mouth opening and closing to curse stopped and stared at her, as if it had regained its sanity at this moment.

Gloria waved her wand, and the voice of Walburga's portrait returned to normal volume, "What family is your other half of the bloodline from!"

She didn't answer, but only glanced at Kreacher, who immediately yelled at him, "Kreacher! What is her other half of the bloodline?"

Kreacher trembled and replied, "Kreacher cannot say that last name. Miss Gloria said it will be next summer, but Kreacher remembers the rules of the Black family. Miss Gloria is definitely a pure-blood. Her other half of the bloodline...oh - ancient and great!"

Gloria is Kreacher's new master, but still serves the Black family and will not deceive the portrait in this regard.

Walburga seemed to reluctantly believe it, and said in a gloomy voice: "You'd better not lie to me!"

"Kreacher would never deceive his mistress—!"

Gloria smiled slightly, "Since you're not that crazy, can you please stop yelling? If you can, I won't let the curtains block you."

Walburga regained his composure and held his head high in haughtiness.

Gloria pointed at the elves working nearby and said, "These are the elves from my family. They are here to clean up. Don't scare them."

Walburga glanced at the elves and snorted softly.

Gloria had no plans to show her her father's portrait now. She would go back and ask for the opinion first. If they agreed, she would arrange it next summer.

The dilapidated old Black house was cleared out by the elves, and Gloria replaced it with new furniture and items. This ancient family regained its former glory.

All the portraits on the walls of the houses were wiped clean. For the damaged ones, Gloria would first use magic to repair them, and then invite professionals to repair them next year.

After all the cleaning was completed, the old Black house was more magnificent and artistically elegant than ever before, with new wallpaper and floors, gilded picture frames, and the stairs were all replaced with precious wood. The handrails and handles were all cast in gold and inlaid with various colors of jade. Each room had a different style. Even the tails of the curtains in the living room were decorated with gems, and the glass cabinets were all filled with magical antiques.

Gloria was very satisfied with this, "This is in line with the style of the Black family."

Kreacher felt that the glory of the old Black house had returned.

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After finishing cleaning the Black house, with three days left before the holiday, Gloria set off back to Hogwarts.

As we set out early in the morning, the carriage arrived at its destination in the afternoon.

As soon as she could see the ground clearly, Gloria noticed the eye-catching platinum. She leaned on the window and watched Draco's figure become clearer and clearer.

As soon as the carriage landed, Gloria opened the door and a girl wearing a black sweater and a light brown robe jumped out of the car, "Draco!"

The boy was obviously dressed up today, wearing a white shirt over a black sweater, with the hem of his black cape fluttering in the wind.

"Lori—"

Draco went forward and hugged her. The first time he saw Gloria, he could feel that her state had changed. She looked cheerful and bright from the bottom of her heart.

"Are you okay at home, and what's up with the portrait of your father?"

She was happy when she mentioned this, "On Christmas Day, in addition to your gifts, I also received a diary left by my father. After reading it, I realized how much he loved me. I was so happy, so your gift became my second favorite."

"It's only natural that he's your father, after all." Draco could understand her mentality. He loved his parents very much. "What about the portrait?"

"After reading my father's diary, I followed his instructions to look for relics and happened to find the portrait. Now he and my mother's portrait can be together forever."

When Gloria said this, there was no sadness in her eyes, only sincere satisfaction.

The two of them smiled foolishly at each other, then realized that they were too close to each other and could even see their own reflections in each other's pupils.

Draco didn't let go, his grey-blue eyes just stared at her steadily, his tone a little aggrieved, "I missed you so much."

Gloria's heart beat faster and she couldn't help but say, "I miss you, too."

She bit her lip and lowered her head, holding his hand. "Let's go to the castle first. It's still cold outside. How long have you been standing here?"

Not far from them, Harry and Ron had received a letter from Gloria saying that she would be back today, and they arrived just in time to see the carriage arrive.

They watched silently and saw the two of them being affectionate with each other.

Ron frowned and asked sincerely, "Are they really not in love?"

Harry kept his mouth open, "Who knows?"

It seemed that Gloria had forgotten that she had returned and had not told them.

Now she was walking away hand in hand with Draco.