Forbidden to enter without my express permission - Regulus Actulus Black.

"Regulus?" Ron frowned as he stared at the text on the nameplate on the door, but after a few seconds, his brow furrowed, indeed, Harry and Hermione had told him about it, and Ron looked at Sirius, "He's yours"

"That's right, he's my brother, and he doesn't seem to be very friendly, doesn't he-"

Sirius smiled and looked at the words on the nameplate,

"Actually, before I came to Hogwarts, I had a good relationship with Regulus, and he always liked to run around behind my butt and argue that I would take him to the Quidditch boutique in Diagon Alley that sold broomsticks. Oh, you don't know, Harry, Regulus is just like you and your father, they're Seekers--"

"But Regulus is no match for Jaime at all--"

Remus, who was standing behind the group, said with a smile in his eyes.

"Oh, that's true--"

Sirius didn't mind what Remus had to say, and the bleak top floor made Sirius's alcohol-red cheeks fade quickly, and he looked at Remus and said with a smile

"I've always suspected that Regulus's relationship with me wasn't just because I got into Gryffindor, and he was a Slytherin. Maybe it had nothing to do with James, he must have hated him so much when he lost to him so many times in the ring, and I was friends with him--"

Harry could see the sadness behind his godfather's smile, and he remembered the story of this Regulus.

When they attended Regulus' funeral, Sirius told him and Hermione that his brother had followed Voldemort, but that he had come to his senses and decided to do something to make up for his mistakes, and that he had paid for them.

But Sirius didn't say what Regulus did to lose his life, before Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban, he always thought that his brother was Voldemort's accomplice, and he only found out the truth with the help of Professor Blaine.

There must be a very complicated and tortuous story in this, because at the funeral, Dumbledore apologized to Sirius, and he could not let Regulus's true position be known to the public, and Regulus's death involved some extremely important secrets of Voldemort himself.

"I'm sorry, you three--"

Sirius had apparently noticed the curiosity in the eyes of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, but he only smiled apologetically at them,

"I promised Amosta and Dumbledore that I wouldn't tell anyone the truth about Regulus' sacrifice--" Sirius pushed Harry back,

"Well, you've all seen it, this is the old Blake house, if you're curious about it, you can explore it by yourself tomorrow, but for now, you'll have to go to bed--"

"I'm going to work overtime—"

Remus had turned over to the stairs, and he sighed,

"Seriously, I've always wanted to be lazy, you know, it's not that convenient to get to the United States, but as things stand, I'll have to go and negotiate with the Magical Congress of America to see what they have up their minds. Prepare a bunch of entry application materials--"

"Let's go, Harry, since Professor Bryan and Dumbledore don't want to-"

Hermione saw Harry standing there with a frown, thinking that he was still unhappy that he had not heard Regulus's story, she tugged at Harry's sleeve, but Harry suddenly came to his senses and said,

"Karkaroff and Snape--"

Remus and Sirius, who were leading the way downstairs, suddenly stopped, looked at each other, and then frowned at the same time.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Sirius turned and asked, "Why did you mention the two of them?" ”

Hermione blinked, she knew what Harry was going to say, but after hesitating, she didn't stop.

"Karkaroff said Voldemort is getting stronger."

Harry's turquoise eyes gleamed in the dimness.

Remus and Sirius, who were still drunk on their cheeks, immediately regained their consciousness after hearing Harry's words, and Remus, who was already standing on the stairs, stepped up the fifth floor again, and he and Sirius walked quickly in front of Harry and the three, and their eyes swept over the cheeks of the three of them, and they knew what the three little guys had mastered.

"What's going on, Harry!" Remus grabbed Harry's arm and looked serious, "Be clear. ”

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Remus's gaze became wary, squinting at Sirius's mother's room,

"Kreacher won't hide there, Sirius, it's better not to let it know--"

"You're worried about Kreacher, Remus?"

Sirius said disapprovingly, but he didn't bother with Harry's words, desperate to know the reason for Harry's words, but just waved at them and led them into his room.

Sirius's house was very spacious, and the interior was beautifully decorated.

In the middle opposite the entrance is a large bed with carved headboards, long velvet drapery over high windows, and bright candlelight from chandeliers.

There were so many posters and photographs plastered on the walls of the room, which must have been made by Sirius when he was a teenager.

Because it's unlikely that Sirius would have put a few pictures of Muggle girls in bikinis and Muggle motorcycles on the wall of his bedroom anyway.

In addition to these things, there were several Gryffindor House flags hanging on the interior walls, which were probably left over from the past, because although they had been wiped clean, the golden-red flags had faded, apparently some years old. What really caught Harry's attention was a picture of a wizard at Sirius' bedside.

The four Hogwarts students in the photo are standing with each other's arms in their hands, smiling at the camera.

Harry's eyes were glued to the boy in the photo with the same unsuitable hair as him, it was his father, this was the first time he saw his father when he was a teenager, and his heart jumped with joy and he subconsciously walked over, even ignoring the voice of Remus asking again.

Seeing him like this, Sirius unconsciously raised a loving smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't make a sound to disturb Harry.

"Here's what happened last night—"

Hermione saw Remus's helplessness and urgency, she straightened her breath and explained,

"We were supposed to be dancing in the hall, and then after the lead dance, we decided to go out for a walk and accidentally found Professor Karkaroff and Professor Snape away from the castle."

"And then you followed?"

Remus said with a frown.

"--Well, all the faculty were in the castle that Professor Bryan had conjured up at the time, ha-hmm, I thought it was unusual, so just-"

Remus's temperament with a sunken face was much more majestic than when he was a professor before, and Hermione nodded weakly.

"Go on, Hermione, what did you hear after that?"

"By the time we caught up, Professor Karkaroff and Professor Snape were almost finished, and Harry and I only heard Professor Karkaroff say again: it's becoming more and more obvious over the months, and I'm very worried now, and I can't deny it, the Dark Lord is getting stronger-"

Hermione's eyes flashed with worry, and Ron, who had already heard it once, had a look of fear from the first time he had listened to it last night.

Sirius turned his head and looked at Hermione with a sharp gaze,

"What about Snape, what did he say?"

At this time, Harry also pulled his gaze away from young James's face, and he continued Hermione's words, "Snape told Karkaroff that if he was scared, he should run away--"

"He didn't deny what Karkarov claimed?" Remus squinted his eyes and asked, "What else did you hear?" ”

"We didn't have the Cloak of Invisibility—" Harry said with some annoyance, "Snape sensed someone was eavesdropping, but he didn't catch us. ”

"Severus and Karkaroff"

Remus looked at Karkaroff hesitantly.

"They've definitely known each other—" Sirius said with a gloomy face, "I have always suspected that he did something to work for Voldemort together, and Hermione was chosen as a Triwizard Champion—"

"Maybe not, Sirius—"

Hermione pursed her lips and met Sirius' surprised gaze, she first looked at Harry, and when Harry shook his head at her, she continued,

"Well, we overheard a conversation between Professor Karkaroff and Professor Snape, the night we met at Hogsmeade before."

(End of chapter)