[HP] His little devil

How to answer this question.

Helena pursed her lips and said with several pairs of eyes: "It's nothing, I accidentally touched it."

Regulus' inner quality is much stronger than Helena's, and she will feel uncomfortable because of this gaze, but he is not at all.

He was still holding her wrist, staring there for a while with gray eyes, then smiled politely and said, "It really doesn't look like a bruise." He finally let go of her hand, but With some force, Helena was very hurt by his heavy force.

She frowned and stared at him, he was sitting, and she needed to look up at her. He looked up at her, but she felt that she was being looked down by him.

He smiled again and said, "It looks like it was pinched by someone."

Helena scanned the surroundings and said, "No, you're overthinking."

"Maybe." He withdrew his gaze lightly, turned around and continued reading.

He seemed to be really just curious about why she was injured, nothing else, and other people who watched the whole thing felt the same way.

Helena's mind changed a few times, but in the end she didn't say anything, and hurried back to the dormitory.

Rita Lestrange sat on the other side and watched their entire interaction like everyone else.

She smiled weirdly and muttered, "Fortunately, I didn't really marry him."

The friend beside her asked curiously, "Rita, what did you say?"

Rita shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I just feel a little lucky."

The friend raised his eyebrows: "Really? Lucky? You really think so?" She had just been annulled by the Black family.

Rita nestled lazily on the sofa, yawned and said, "Since I said so, I naturally feel so."

Such an eccentric and difficult guy looks polite on his face, but don't forget that he has the blood of the Black family on his body.

She was really upset about being annulled at first, but now looking at the way Helena Byrd and Regulus Black got along, she knew it was the right thing to do.She didn't want to spend every day with such a complicated and dangerous man. She wanted to live a few more years and lose less hair.

Helena went back to the dormitory, sat on the edge of the bed and scratched her head in annoyance, and found...she had lost a lot of hair.

Her hair is very thick and she's fine with it, but she's been losing more and more of it lately.

Little adds up.

Helena frantically flipped through her Potions class notes to see if there was any potion for hair growth.

But after reading a few pages, she was in no mood to read any more.

She thought of Regulus.

Their conversation that day was sort of unhappy, but not so unhappy.

At least not to the point of fighting each other.

He said that he had to think about it carefully. Could it be that his thinking process was so... so sharp?

Helena fell on the bed in annoyance, hugging the pillow and howling.

Things were far more complicated than Helena had imagined, and they were even less optimistic.

After breaking off the engagement with Miss Lestrange, the seat next to Regulus was vacant again.

Helena didn't intend to sit down, but he offered to sit beside her.

Evelyn opened her eyes wide and looked at him who had taken her seat. She wanted to say something, but when she met Mr. Black's stare, she smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll go to the back."

Then she sat in the back row.

Regulus was sitting on Helena's left, and Maggie was on her right. Seeing this strange situation, Maggie tugged at the sleeve of Helena's school robe and said, "What's going on? What does Blake mean?" ?”

Helena was expressionless and looked calm, but in fact she was calmer than anyone else.

"I don't know," she said numbly.

She really didn't know, her mind was full of question marks, but Regulus' body was suppressed, and she couldn't ask.

Although the previous Regulus was equally difficult to get close to, that kind of aura was not towards her. Even towards others, he was first gentle and elegant, polite and gentleman, and then he was alienated without a trace.

The very skillful indifference makes people feel respected and dare not make mistakes.

But not now.

Helena was made to sit on pins and needles by him. This was still a Potions class. After the class started, Professor Slughorn asked the two of them to form a team. She immediately went to find Maggie. She was very afraid of Regulus now.

But Maggie said helplessly, "Sorry, I'm going with Chesak..."

Helena looked at Chesak with an expectant face, then at the students who had already formed groups around her, and turned around resignedly.

Regulus didn't even move.

He was still sitting there with a book in front of him, stable and peaceful.

Helena glanced at him, unconsciously slowed down her breathing, and lowered her head to set up the cauldron.

Only then did Regulus stand up slowly, and walked to the other side of the cauldron.

Helena's hands trembled because of his action, and she almost threw the beetle's eyeballs into the cauldron without treatment.

She looked at the white smoking cauldron with lingering fear, and quickly glanced at Regulus, meeting his deep gray eyes.

Helena was breathing more slowly.

Regulus broke the silence: "It's still the same as before, you handle the materials, and I'll cook them."

There is no flaw in this statement, and there is nothing worth exploring. Helena nodded without doubting him.

But soon Regulus said again: "No, it's better to change it-maybe you should try to make it yourself, it's always me, you won't make any progress, and then you have to trouble Mr. Snape Make up lessons for you, are you right?"

Is she right?

What did she say!

Helena held back for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She put down all the materials in her hand, looked straight into Regulus' eyes, and asked him, "What's wrong with you."

Regulus smiled faintly: "What? I don't understand what you are asking."

"It's impossible for you not to understand." Helena was a little annoyed, "The ambiguity is Snape's characteristic, not yours, so don't do it."

When she said that, Regulus simply kept silent.

He lowered his head to handle the ingredients of the potion, looking unmoved.

Helena was very angry.

The consequences... are not too serious.

She still had to go to class and boil the potion, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get past the dean.

Resigned to her fate, she began to study today's potion carefully, adding ingredients carefully, for fear of making any mistakes.

Regulus peeked at her a few times when she wasn't paying attention. This distraction did not affect the quality of his handling of potion ingredients. Professor Slughorn praised him eagerly when he passed by, and added very.

Helena's hand holding the stirring rod tightened. It should have been stirred three and a half times, but after nearly four rotations, the color of the potion in the crucible changed visibly to the naked eye, and it became farther and farther away from the finished lavender.

"..." Helena felt like her head was about to explode, thinking about what to do with swearing.

During the interval of worry, I heard a shallow sigh, so light that it seemed that she was hallucinating.

She froze for a moment, and at this moment, Regulus took the stirring stick from her hand, saving the potion that was in danger.

Helena pursed her lips and looked at him. He lowered his head, his eyes were all on the cauldron, and he didn't share it with her.

His appearance made Helena relax a little.

When get out of class was over, because Regulus saved them in time, their potion did not fail.

Although the potion handed in by Regulus was not as good as usual, Professor Slughorn still gave them five points for the sake of face.

Helena walked out of the classroom with a heavy heart, and Regulus was beside her.

She paused, and said to him who was about to leave: "I have something to tell you."

Regulus seemed surprised, turned his head and said in surprise, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Helena nodded: "Is this strange? Can't I have something to say to you?"

Regulus stared at her for a long time, then walked out of the castle.

Helena followed immediately.

The two walked in the castle one after the other, and walked on the grass after leaving the castle. Hogwarts in September was extremely beautiful. Looking at such a scenery, Helena felt better.

When Regulus stopped and turned around, Helena bumped into him because of distraction.

No, to be precise, it should be that Regulus walked steadily, but suddenly stopped and turned around, and Helena was caught off guard.

Slytherin's school robes fluttered in the wind, and Regulus hugged Helena the moment he bumped into her.

Helena let out a low cry, and after she calmed down, she looked at his face in surprise. He held her arm so hard that she couldn't break free at all, and she didn't even try to break free.

"What do you want to say." He just hugged her like that, and asked lightly while looking down at her.

Helena was silent for a while and said, "I'm scared of you now."

"Really." Regulus muttered, but in the blink of an eye, he changed his appearance, as if he had changed back to the Regulus she was familiar with.

A gentleman.

It seems so.

Helena was in a daze.

"Can we talk now?" Regulus asked softly.

Helena opened her mouth. It's very quiet and hidden here, so there's no need to worry about anyone finding him holding her.

She organized her words in her head, and finally decided to be blunt.

"I mentioned you in my mother's portrait during the summer vacation."

As soon as these words came out, Regulus held her tighter, and Helena had no choice but to lean against his chest.

In this way, she couldn't see his face, but she could feel that his tone of voice was much more normal.

"Really? You mentioned me to her, why?"

Helena said truthfully: "I want to hear her opinion, you know—it's a big deal after all, it's about our future."

Probably for the sake of her taking that matter as a big deal, Regulus finally didn't feel so wrong anymore.

He opened the distance between the two of them, stopped holding her, adjusted his school robe and tie slowly, and then said unhurriedly, "What did Mrs. Bird say."

Helena pursed her lips, seeing how relaxed he is now, she really didn't want to tell the truth, but she couldn't figure out the truth herself, and she needed someone's help, so she shouldn't hide this matter from him, so she told it anyway .

"Not only did she not accept you, she also asked me to stay away from you and the Blake house completely." Helena said truthfully, "She was very excited and screamed all day long. I had to cover her portrait to get some peace." She said Frowning, "I spent the whole summer vacation like this, I don't understand why she is so angry, she seems to be afraid of something, I have no idea, I want to ask you for help, and I think you have the right to know about this, so I'll tell you—can you give me some advice?" She lowered her voice, "I don't remember any feud between our families... maybe you do?"

Regulus didn't expect what she was going to say, and was stunned for a moment.

Apparently he doesn't remember either.

Helena bit her lips, hesitated and said again and again: "This will not be an obstacle for us, Regulus, no matter what kind of hatred it is, it is a matter of the previous generation, and our relationship will not be affected by it. Crisis, I tell you these are just some troubles, and I want to find out the truth. All you need to think about from the beginning to the end is the only thing we talked about last time."

Regulus had already reacted.

He stood there for a long time before saying: "There is still one thing. That thing is an obstacle between us, so it doesn't matter if there are any more obstacles. Solving one obstacle is a solution, and solving multiple is also a solution."

Helena was a little annoyed, she turned her back to him: "Last time you said you had to think about it, and this time you mentioned 'solve', I think these two properties are good and friendly, explaining You still want us to be together, so why are you being so scary?"

Scary?

Did she define his latest anomaly that way.

Regulus looked at her back, the red hair hanging behind was so charming and eye-catching, when she was not facing him, she was much calmer, and still said aggrievedly: "You shouldn't be like this, you make me think you are strange, I'm worried, and I've been thinking all day if I've done something wrong? If you think I've said something wrong or done something wrong, you can tell me, and you can explain your point of view to me and try to convince Me, you can’t say nothing, leave everything to me, let me trouble myself, subvert my own views, it’s too unfair.” She sniffed, “You must at least give me a step down , You can’t bully people with cold violence.”

Her last syllable ended, and the young man behind her hugged her.

She froze for a moment, her body stiffened for a moment, and soon relaxed.

Regulus pressed his chin against the top of her head and asked hoarsely, "Did I scare you?"

"Yes!" Helena said emphatically.

Regulus' arms wrapped around her and crossed her chest, and she heard him ask again: "Then will I scare you away?"

Helena bit her lip and struggled a bit, but couldn't break away from his embrace.

The breeze was blowing, with the smell of sunshine, Helena took a breath, and reluctantly said: "...No."

She couldn't see Regulus' expression, but she heard him smile.

His laughter is neither soft nor heavy, everything is just right.