Regulus pressed his hand on the old doorbell.

"Jingle bell—"

A shrill bell rang, instantly breaking the silence around them.

Suddenly there was a terrifying-sounding cry from inside the door, which was indistinguishable through the door, but it could be vaguely heard mixed with a large number of insulting and cursed words.

Hearing this, Regulus seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"It sounds like my mother's voice." He glanced at Dracula and explained with some embarrassment, "Since I don't have a wand and I've lost my magic powers, I have to ask my family to open the door for me."

Dracula nodded, and stood in the doorway with Regulus waiting.

However, no one opened the door for them.

The shouting in the room gradually became noisy, as if the voices of many people were superimposed, and countless unpleasant and harsh words came from those voices.

Regulus's face gradually changed, and he became even paler than before.

Dracula glanced at him, realizing that the situation didn't seem to be what Regulus had expected, so he raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

The door opened quietly—

In front of the two of them was an almost pitch-black foyer. A wet, dusty smell poured out, and a sweet, rotting smell.

It feels like an empty house that has been abandoned for a long time.

Regulus took a few steps to the side. Even in this darkness, he easily found the switch of the gas light in the room with the habits he had developed over the years before his death.

With a rustling sound, a row of old-fashioned gas lamps lit up on the wall, casting a flickering, unreal light that shone on the long, eerie foyer, on the peeling wallpaper and the open carpet.

A cobweb-shaped chandelier flickered overhead, and the branches of the chandelier on its head, as well as the candlestick on a rickety table next to it, were made in the shape of a large serpent, as if to show the identity of the Slytherins of the Blake family.

On the wall next to it hung crooked portraits of blackened by age. At this point, the portraits all woke up, and the noisy shouts came from the mouths of the portraits......

The whole house is empty!

"Is my naughty son finally escaping back?"

A large portrait hangs from a moth-eaten curtain, showing an old woman in a black peaked hat, screaming angrily.

She was the same one who woke up the other portraits around her and made them shout along with her.

"That pure-blood shame, filthy traitor, scum of the family, is he finally willing to go home?" The old lady shouted, "I'd rather he die in Azkaban!"

After seeing the portrait of the old lady, Regulus did not even hear what she said, and his emotions were out of control for a moment, and he trembled and walked under her portrait.

The old lady's angry voice suddenly fell silent.

With an incredulous expression on her face, she stared blankly at Regulus, who was walking through the door step by step.

….

"Is it really you...... Regulus ...... My good son?" Her original thread seemed to be erased in an instant, as if she had changed from an old lady scolding the street to a gentle mother.

"It's me." Regulus wept, "I'm back, Mother!"

The other portraits around them gradually fell silent, staring at the scene in front of them in a daze.

Unnoticed, Dracula walked in from the corner of the hallway, curiously scanning the walls full of portraits. He saw that the portrait of the old lady had the words Walburga Blake written on it.

"You...... Aren't you dead, Regulus?" Lady Walburga Blake said, "Kreacher said you died in the Dark Lord's cave, and you don't know how sad I was!"

"You know what? Your father Orion didn't after you left

How long did he die. And your rebellious, shameful brother never returned! Fortunately, his pure-blooded traitor doesn't deserve to return to the mansion that has been handed down from Blakezu!"

She laughed a little maniacally, but her eyes darkened again.

"And then I was the only one left in the house...... Regulus, after all these years, why haven't you come home to take a look?"

Regulus looked at his mother's gaze with some sadness, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke:

"I'm dead, Mother. I was made into a corpse by the Dark Lord's magic, and it wasn't until yesterday that Mr. Dracula regained my memory."

"Oh! Merlin's beard!" Walburga covered his mouth, "You...... You mean......

"I'm not a wizard anymore, Mother." Regulus said, "I'm just the most despicable of yin corpses now, and I don't deserve to be back in this house......

"You've turned into a Yin corpse?!" An older generation of Blake family portraits suddenly spoke, "You have become a disgrace to the Blake family! This filthy species, the stain of bloodline, will not be allowed into the Blake family's house!

His words made Regulus's face extremely ugly and his heart extremely heavy, and he turned around and prepared to leave the house that had made him sad.

Just then, Walburga Blake spoke.

"Shut up!" She angrily shouted at the stubborn old portrait, "This is my son! I don't care what he has become, he's my son no matter what!"

Regulus's footsteps stopped, and his eyes sparkled.

He couldn't believe that his mother, who valued the purity of blood and cared about the glory of the family, would say such a thing. She confessed to a son who had turned into a corpse!

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, @

Walk past the long, bug-eyed curtains on either side of the portrait, around a large umbrella stand that appears to be made from a troll's broken leg, and then reach the dimly lit staircase.

Walking up the dark staircase, there is a row of crumpled little heads gathered on the wall panel next to the staircase. Dracula glanced at those heads and couldn't help frowning—

They were all house-elf heads, and they all had the same big, distinctive noses.

"These heads...... Are they all house-elves who once served your family?" Dracula's face darkened.

Regulus's expression froze.

"Yes, they were once house-elves who had served the Blake family all their lives, and their heads were cut off when they died." "It's a bad custom from Elladora's grandmother's generation, mostly from the old guys who were arguing with my mother."

"Tsk, the house-elves have dedicated their lives to you wizards, and in the end, that's what happened." Dracula said in a mocking tone, "In this way, it is not without reason that the pure-blood families in the wizarding world are in decline."

Dracula has always believed that the existence of the house elf race is deformed.

This race clearly has a lot of intelligence and not weak magical abilities, but they rely on wizards all their lives, and regard serving wizards as the value of life.

Such a race deserves at least the most basic respect from wizards.

"Actually, we are already trying to change these bad habits, but time has not given us more opportunities." Regulus whispered, "In my mother's generation, she had always gotten along well with Kreacher, so she didn't approve of cutting off the heads of house-elves."

….

"However, these heads left by the ancestors have been permanently glued to the wall, and there is no way for us descendants to take them down."

He looked at the neatly arranged row of house-elf heads in front of him and sighed deeply.

"Permanent Spell, right?" Dracula looked at the wall next to him, the corners of his mouth curled coldly.

The next moment, his fingernails stretched out, and he pointed at the knife, and shook his left hand reluctantly.

A sharp, invisible blade of light sliced through the wall in an instant, slicing the heads of the row of house-elves along with the entire outer layer of the wall.

"Reparo."

With a casual wave of his hand, Dracula repaired the wall he had destroyed.

"Alright, that's where the heads of these house-elves are." He casually placed a long slab of cut stone on the staircase leading to the second floor, and said to Regulus, "Remember to bury them when you have time, and let them be buried in the ground."

Regulus watched in amazement as Dracula moved like a cloud, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

"I see, Mr. Dracula." He nodded.

After disposing of the house-elf head on the wall, the two of them went to the living room on the second floor.

The living room on the second floor of Blake's house was a mess, dusty, cobwebs, and mold. Still, it's vaguely evident from the layout that at least it used to be ornate and sophisticated.

There is a large dirty window in the living room that overlooks the street in front of the house. A large fireplace that has not burned for a long time is located in front of the living room, flanked by two ornate glass cabinets.

One of the walls of the living room is covered with a tapestry with a tree-like atlas painted on it.

The tapestry looked very old, and the color had darkened, as if the fox had chewed it in several places. Still, the embroidered gold thread still shines brightly – a family tree that dates back to the Middle Ages.

The tapestry is embroidered with a few large characters - the noble and oldest Blake family is forever pure.

"So this is your family tree?"

Dracula looked at the tapestry, became interested, and walked over to the tapestry to examine it carefully.

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From this family tree, I have seen a lot of celebrities, even if they are not very current events in the wizarding world, they can easily identify them-

At the top of the tapestry is the name of Phineas Nigelus, the most unpopular Headmaster in Hogwarts history; Near Headmaster Blake's name is Alaminta Melifren, who tried to force a Ministry of Magic decree to legalize the killing of Muggles......

"There are quite a few celebrities in your family!" Dracula chuckled, "But they don't look like good people."

"Because most of the 'good people' in the traditional sense don't really approve of the concept of the family, and eventually they are eliminated from the family tree." Regulus said helplessly.

"Then your family is really interesting." Dracula laughed casually.

He then pointed to the name at the bottom of the family tree, Regulus Actulus. There is a date of death after the date of birth: 1979.

….

"That's the name, right?" Dracula asked.

Regulus looked at his name in a daze, looked at the date of death after the date of birth, and nodded slowly.

"Actually, I often think that I am still the same Regulus Blake I used to be." He whispered, "Forget that I have become a Yin corpse, a stain on the pure blood that my ancestors spurned."

"If only their so-called 'purebloods' weren't a stain, then the Blake family wouldn't be what they are now." Dracula chuckled, "If you want me to say, there is no big difference between dark creatures and wizards, and it is up to you to decide whether or not you can reach greater heights."

"The four founders of Hogwarts are arguably the most authentic wizards, right? But Godric and the three of them never cared about the purity of their blood, and even fell out with Salazar in order to get Muggle-born wizards into school."

"As for Salazar, the founder of Slytherin, whom your family admires the most, he doesn't really care about the purity of the bloodline. He refused to admit a Muggle-born wizard because he was worried about the seclusion and safety of Hogwarts."

With that, Dracula happily patted Regulus on the shoulder.

"So make a dark creature, Mr. Blake!"

"But after I became a Yin corpse, I couldn't even feel the presence of magic in my body." Regulus said with some confusion, "I don't know what to do now. Maybe they can just stay at home and be a traitor to their blood......

"Looks like you still don't trust my necromancy." Dracula curled the corners of his mouth and said to Regulus, "Don't worry. When all your organs are repaired, your bloodline will be replenished, and the magic will naturally be derived from your body again."

"Of course, there will be some slight differences from before—the regenerated magic in your body will be transformed into a dark attribute. But don't worry about that, right? The Blake family has so many books on dark magic!"

Regulus was stunned at first, then smiled in relief.

At this moment, suddenly a house-elf trembled into the living room on the second floor.

"Master Regulus...... Is that you?" His eyes widened, rubbing his bloodshot cloudy eyes incredulously, and he made a hoarse, muffled voice like a bullfrog.

Dracula looked over and saw an extremely old, ugly house-elf.

His head was bare, but a large pile of white hair grew out of his two large bat-like ears; In addition to a dirty rag around his thin waist, the skin of his whole body was almost ***, ***, and countless folds turned up, which seemed to be several times more than his body actually needed.

When he saw the ugly house-elf, Regulus smiled happily.

"It's me." He smiled and said, "I'm back, Kreacher!"

Hearing Regulus's familiar and unfamiliar voice, Kreacher could no longer control the emotions in his heart, and rushed to the young master he had been thinking about, kneeling on the ground

Shang hugged his legs.

"Master Woowoo Regulus, you're finally back!"

He cried bitterly for a long time, until his mood calmed down a little, and he barely said the first complete sentence-

"Master Regulus, go and take a look, the wall on the second floor stairs has been torn down!" He panicked, "I want to cut off my head and glue it like my mother did!" Now I don't have a chance!"

Listening to Kreacher's words, Dracula's face immediately turned dark.

Well, the house-elves are out of order!

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