When a goblet filled with custard, sweet cream and fruit and decorated like a crown was served, Harry swore that this was the first time in his life that he was shocked by dessert, especially this 'goblet' 'When your head is as big as yours.
"Here, please use it, you're welcome," Sirius personally pushed the dessert to the guests. He leaned back on the chair, took a small apple and took a bite, and said slyly, "I asked the house elf to make this specially for you. What you prepared - James told me to take good care of our little brother Francis, so I asked them to prepare a lot of weight."
"What's this?"
Harry stared at the mountain of dessert on the table. He couldn't bear it anymore and the corner of his mouth twitched for a long time. Along with this dessert comes a silver spoon, which seems to indicate how to eat it, because the handle of the spoon is really long, enough for the eater to dig from the top of the sweet cream to the bottom. That layer seemed to be the base of a cake.
This dessert looks a lot like Buffy, Harry thought in shock, and then roughly estimated that this thing has about the weight and calories of five Buffys!
"What, you don't recognize this wonderful dessert?" Sirius was amused, "Oh, this is Chafo, a traditional dessert."
Harry immediately turned to look at Regulus: "Is this... your family's traditional dessert?"
"British tradition," Sirius answered proactively. He sat up from the armchair, leaned his upper body over, and stared directly at Harry with his dark eyes, "I think as a well-behaved guest, you will never refuse the host's kindness, right?"
Harry glanced at Regulus, who also looked shocked, and picked up the spoon helplessly.
"Friendly reminder," Sirius said with a smile, "The cream on top is just topping, you have to start eating from the bottom - yes, did you see the spoon? Go straight to the bottom," he licked himself His lips swayed expectantly, "I ate it once when I was a child, and I still remember its taste."
Harry glared at him, and then with half curiosity and half vigilance, he tentatively scooped up from the bottom as Sirius said and took a big bite - this time even the corners of his eyes began to twitch, that beautiful face Mrs. Black's face, which she couldn't fault, was distorted for at least two seconds.
"...Please forgive my ignorance. It's because I don't understand your British traditions."
Little Mr. Xavier, who is British and American, murmured to himself and put down the spoon. After saying this, he picked up the water glass and started drinking heavily.
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"puff……"
"Stop laughing, Regulus, I need to brush my teeth," Harry complained with a pulled face as he followed Regulus into the room, "I think my teeth are starting to hurt."
A large amount of custard sauce is mixed with cream that is sweeter than the average dessert shop, and small pieces of sweet candied fruit; and the sponge cake covered with these fully absorbs the liqueur and jam, and is mixed with the custard on the top. The combination of dajiang and cream gives people a tooth-melting experience.
——And Harry had to kill at least a quarter of this thing out of politeness. Only then did Sirius stop staring at the guest and persuade him to use more, and left the table very happily. Regulus was very happy at this time. Understandingly, the house elf removed the chafo.
"Hogwarts doesn't have this dessert even on Christmas," Harry patted his chest to swallow the sweetness that was about to fill his throat, and repeated his despair for the British taste when he was an American. "It seems that I really don't understand the British dining table."
Regulus once again snickered once again - he tried very hard to maintain etiquette, but this was his own home after all, and it was easy to fail to cover his mouth and laugh non-stop.
"Pfft - I'm sorry, I'll find you some tooth-strengthening potion," Regulus suppressed his face and said with laughter, "This dessert is one of the 'no one wants to touch' menu at our family banquet, and Bella and the others dislike it. It's too high in calories and too sweet for me and Sirius, and I think Sirius...Sirius might want to...show some kindness to you."
"But I think this is no longer the era of using a lot of sugar to show status," Harry complained. "This dessert doesn't really need to be that sweet, Regulus."
"I'm really sorry," Regulus bowed to him with his unique little smile, the corners of his mouth kept turning up, "but I didn't expect you to be so honest, Francis, you You can refuse, my mother is not at the dinner table, and I thought you would ignore him."
If it were Draco, I'm afraid he would do this. Harry thought ruefully.
He was different from Draco. He was not good at rejecting good intentions or wasting food. Moreover, he was completely shocked by the dessert just now and missed the best opportunity to refuse.
"I just want the situation to be less tense," he said vaguely. "This is your home, not Hogwarts."
Regulus suppressed his laughter and patted his chest again: "Thank you - Francis, do you need a digestion potion?"
"I'll just stand there for a moment," Harry said.
The two of them smiled at each other, and when Harry recovered, Regulus proposed an activity as compensation for Sirius' behavior.
"Do you want to visit the Black family's library?" Regulus asked cautiously, "I think there are many books that you can't see at home, and you can't see at Hogwarts... Maybe I still have these books. I can’t read it, but it must be of great help to you.”
Harry blinked in surprise, "Can - can I? I don't think this would be appropriate for a first visit."
This library is not the kind of library that Sirius organized for him, but the kind of library in the Malfoy family: strangers are not allowed in, full of dangerous and precious books, and if they are not trustworthy enough, they will almost not even have the covers. Can't even touch it.
"You are my friend," Regulus insisted, "Why not? I will go in with you, and you will only come with me."
Harry tried to persuade him a bit, but felt that it was not easy to reject the other party's kindness, so he had to thank him and follow him to the library.
They walked through a relatively complicated corridor - it must have been enchanted, because Harry did not think the corridor was so long in the future - and arrived at the Black family's library. This library is completely different from what it was later. The room is filled with the smell of leather and parchment. The curtains in the room are tightly drawn, and glass lamps are lighting up the walls, but they are set far away. , to prevent books from igniting.
"What are you interested in recently?" Regulus was very familiar with these bookshelves, so he asked Harry directly, "I can help you choose a few."
"Hmm...how about those magical creatures and spells that are affected by the night and the moon?" Harry thought of Lupin in this era and said casually, "My great-great-grandmother rarely had these books in her house."
Regulus nodded, found the corresponding bookshelf almost as fast as he could - these bookshelves had golden labels for classification - and quickly pulled out a few books.
"I think you can take a look at these. There should be something you find interesting." Regulus returned and wanted to hand the book to Harry, "Look at these, Francis -"
When he was about to let Harry pick a book, Kreacher appeared in the room with a bang.
"Dear Master Regulus," it shouted in a respectful voice, "Kreacher is sorry to disturb you - but the lady asked the young master to go to the living room!"
"Mom - mother is back?" Regulus opened his eyes and said in surprise, "But didn't she go out -"
"The lady has something very important to see the young master," Kreacher insisted. "She said that this matter is very sudden and you have to go. As compensation, the young master can let the guest stay here temporarily. After a while, there will be Other house elves are here to attend to our distinguished guests."
"Go quickly." Harry opened his mouth before Regulus could. He patted Regulus, "Mrs. Black must have something very important for you. It's an honor for me to study here. It's not a slight. Don't worry about me. .”
Regulus could only nod.
"Then, I'll see you again later, Francis." He said regretfully and left the library.
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"If you must choose, then you should choose this one."
When Harry was reading in this library for a while, holding two books that he had never seen before in his hands, and was wondering which one to read first, he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from behind him, but it didn't seem to be a big deal. A very unfamiliar voice.
At the same time, a hand with slender fingers and an emerald ring passed over his shoulder and touched the cover of the book "Secret of the Moon: Curse of the Night" he was holding in his left hand. At the same time, , the owner of that hand took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand towards the higher bookshelf, and a book with a dark red cover and only as thick as a finger obeyed him obediently, flew down, and landed on his hand. .
"Uh-" Harry subconsciously made a confused sound and immediately closed his mouth warily. He looked up and saw that coming from behind him was a tall black-haired man with the most handsome appearance he had ever seen.
This is the man who helped him pick out the silver deer brooch in the clothing store!
"Ah," Harry blinked and rolled his eyes. Instead of showing a shocked expression, he bowed very quickly as a courtesy, "Good afternoon, sir."
"You don't need to be so polite," the man smiled at him and leaned slightly, his tone still approachable, "Didn't we just meet in Diagon Alley yesterday?"
"Thank you for helping me." Harry was not that stupid. He was as relaxed as if he were in Diagon Alley to a person who appeared here. "It's a coincidence that I can see you here - what should I call you?" and you?"
For pure-bloods, surnames are very important - and Draco has forced Harry to memorize the surnames of all the notorious Death Eaters, because they are either rich or noble, vicious or evil, even so You can see from the back that almost all of their remaining blood relatives are unclean...
"Yes, this is really a coincidence given by Merlin. I didn't expect to see this brooch on the new owner so soon."
The man's smile deepened. He did not answer Harry's question. Instead, he focused his gaze on the silver deer brooch on Harry's chest and clapped his hands: "Not bad, great. Please forgive me for my rude remarks. But it’s a really nice little thing for you.”
He handed the book "Secrets of the Moon: Curse of the Night" to Harry: "It also tells the secrets of magic related to dark creatures. This book is easier to understand for students. It will help you start from the origin of magic. , understand the influence that the night and the moon exert on wizards and magical creatures... Well, at this age, you should be a student at Hogwarts, and you can appear in the Black family, Slytherin, I guess?"
So he's not a member of the Black family. Harry thought.
"I will be a fourth year in Slytherin, sir," Harry stretched out his hand tentatively, "Francis Bagshot, sir."
The man held his hand without any hesitation and shook it politely: "Oh, so you are a classmate of Orion's youngest son. I remember his name is... Regulus. Bagshot, this surname is not common, so... Said you were Bathilda Bagshot's..."
"My great-great-grandmother, sir," Harry smiled. He had seen a lot of this kind of identification behavior, so he replied as if he endorsed it, "And, yes, sir, my friend invited I’m a guest.”
"It seems that he likes you very much. Not everyone can enter this study. I also spent a lot of effort before entering for the first time. Orion is okay, his father's temper is not wonderful, but obviously, this This friendship still has its long-term value." The man joked, "After all, older families always regard these as valuable property of their family, and only those they recognize are qualified to read this respectable property. Sometimes you think they are stubborn, but this property is really valuable."
"Well, how should I put it? I think, no matter what, books are indeed the greatest wealth of human beings." Harry remained silent on those parts about Sirius' parents. He just maintained a standard smile and responded to the 'book' part, “Sharing knowledge with friends is also a good experience.”
"That sounds very Ravenclaw - you must be an excellent student," the man nodded in agreement, "Most young people nowadays, especially boys, love Quidditch, dragons, duels...children like you It’s rare anymore, so, Francis—can I call you that?”
Harry shrugged, "If you please, sir."
"What kind of books do you like?" the man said, extending his hand towards the study room, gesturing for Harry to follow him, "Come on, don't be restrained, I am also an old friend of Orion, I can still guide you. I'm here to visit again - you don't have to be so nervous, he should still be in the living room."
Harry wasn't stupid enough to actually do it.
"Oh, Merlin," he said, looking surprised, "so, Mr. Black is at home now - I'm sorry, sir, thank you for your kindness, but according to etiquette, I should go visit him immediately."
There was a look of regret on the man's face, but he immediately expressed his understanding.
"Indeed, this is what you need to do to respect your master's guests," he said. "I was the one who was offended. Well, I'll take you to the living room, if you don't mind - I think this will relieve it a little bit. Your nerves.”
He came over, patted the boy's shoulder intimately, and led him out with a calm attitude. Harry didn't know that a person who looked very Slytherin could be so...enthusiastic, so he had to lower his head. After thanking him, he followed him through the roads that were all too familiar to him and arrived at the living room, which was mainly used for receiving guests.
As soon as they stepped in, Harry saw another man he had seen in Diagon Alley - the man who he knew was from the Black family just by his appearance. He was glaring at his eldest son who was very similar to him, and the latter sneered. With one sound, before Harry and the unknown man stepped into the living room, the angry and disdainful boy got into the fireplace, yelled "Potter" and ran away at an unimaginable speed. , completely ignoring the livid expressions of his father and mother.
Harry found Regulus immediately.
His roommate, who had just been summoned by the house elf, was hanging his head, standing next to Mrs. Black, who was even more formally and rigorously dressed than in the morning, like an ice statue that was about to solidify, saying nothing and doing nothing. , just there, motionless, with a pale face. The relaxation when talking and laughing with Harry just now had long since disappeared. That emotionless face even made Harry's heart skip a beat, and he suddenly remembered the future Regulus he had seen.
The Regulus lying in the ice was also lifeless and pale. The ice blocked everyone from touching him. He lay inside as if he had nothing to do with the world.
At this moment, Mrs. Black noticed the door of the living room and exclaimed. Later, Mr. Black also came back to her senses, looked at the door, and restrained his extremely angry and disappointed face.
"I really don't have the face to see you again, Your Excellency," he came forward to greet you. "I didn't expect that I would have a son like this - this is really rude."
He didn't say what 'this' meant, but everyone in the living room understood.
Only Harry thought silently in his heart - although you say this now, you don't know him.
Not all parents can understand their children, he knew this very clearly from the Malfoy family, let alone his own godfather.
"Orion, my friend, this is not worthy of your being so angry," the man who was very kind to Harry didn't seem to have a bad temper. Facing Sirius who ran away in front of the guests, he was not angry, but smiled. Perhaps because of this attitude, a look of surprise appeared on Mr. Black's face, "We all know that young people can be impulsive and reckless. Think about it when we were young, you also did some small and deviant things."
"But that's an indifference on our part," Mr. Black gasped sharply. "I wanted him to come and see—"
Harry originally just regarded himself as a decoration, saying nothing or asking questions, but the word 'visit' aroused his vigilance——
——Okay, here comes the question, what kind of friend needs Mr. Black to use the word 'visit'.
"You are my old friend, Orion," the man patted Mr. Black on the shoulder, "There is no need for such tension between us. Although I don't have the honor to meet your eldest son-" He turned to Harry, who hurriedly moved towards Black bowed, "——But in your library, I met an interesting little guest. Although this is only the second time I met him, it does not prevent me from seeing how outstanding he is. Your son has A good friend, Orion."
Regulus raised his head when he heard this, and his eyes lit up when he saw Harry, but after all, his parents were in front, so he resisted the urge to speak.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Black," Harry had to put on his standard smile again. This time he bowed very deeply, "I am Francis Bagshot - it is an honor to be here to visit you. May Merlin bless you." Your glory.”
Mr. Black shook hands with him almost immediately, faster than Mrs. Black. Even his attitude was not as if he was facing a 'son's child', but as if he was facing a person worth making friends with, solemnly. Very.
"It's an honor for me to meet you, too, Mr. Bagshot," his expression could almost be called kind. "Regulus has mentioned his friends to me many times. He said that you are both considerate and studious. , and his talent is outstanding, he has a lot to learn from, and he has also received a lot of help from you. I am very happy to see you visiting the Black family."
Harry lamented in his heart. He could see the abnormality in Mr. Black's attitude, which made him less nervous about facing Sirius's father, but he felt that it was quite boring.
"You are so kind. I have been at Hogwarts for less than a year, and I am not very familiar with all kinds of things. Regulus has been taking care of me." He tried to look extremely sincere and embarrassed, " It is extremely lucky and pleasant for me to be able to visit the Black family and receive such warm hospitality. Regulus is a considerate and talented friend. In terms of talent, his grades in school are better than mine."
When Mr. Black had already shown that he valued this meeting very much, as a guest, Harry must be humble. Not only must he be humble, but he must also praise his host's son and his friend.
To be honest, he doesn't like this way of being a guest, he really doesn't like it.
"Don't stand around chatting," Mrs. Black said kindly (her expression was much kinder than in the morning), "I asked Kreacher to prepare a very good tea. Regulus, come, entertaining friends is your business. , don’t let your guests be neglected during the period before dinner.”
Harry almost wanted to say in shock, am I still going to stay for dinner?
But Orion and the 'Your Excellency' nodded matter-of-factly. The latter seemed to have something private to discuss with Orion and walked towards the study. Before leaving, he smiled and said to Harry: "See you at dinner, Mr. Bagshot." .”
What else could Harry say?
He could only nod stiffly and smile with a standard smile.
"Looking forward to seeing you at dinner, sir."
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Ignoring the voices of his wife and children, Orion immediately gave up his seat behind the desk as soon as he entered the study, letting his 'friend' sit down casually. Then, he looked deeply towards that The figure behind the desk bowed.
"My Lord." He almost lowered his head to the carpet, "Please forgive me——"
"No, no, no," the man sitting behind the desk smiled happily. He played with a silver chess piece scattered on the desk. He did not look at the man kneeling on the ground, but thought thoughtfully. What, "I said, there doesn't need to be such tension between us."
He did not stand up, but raised his hand, causing the magic power to hold up Orion Black, who was almost kneeling. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningful - if anyone saw him, they would definitely let out a breath of surprise and joy. Cries of surprise.
Those obsidian-like eyes were now gradually revealing their original appearance as if the night was dissipating, but they just blinked, and then blinked again. When the man raised his eyes again and looked at Orion, those eyes The eyes were already like roses, showing a bright red color.
"——Besides, I did find what I have been looking for in your house." He chuckled, but it made Orion below sweat. "This is a credit, Orion."
He looked at the silver chess piece carefully and spoke to it as softly as if he were whispering to his lover.
“It’s a huge credit.”
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Orion Black Orion Black Sirius's father
Typical lateness, but today is still early. Dogeza apologizes. I originally thought I could finish writing six thousand words, but ended up being unable to finish seven thousand words... This chapter is a bit rushed, I will fix it later.
I'm sorry that I write very slowly, but believe me, I take every chapter very seriously!
Ah, this snack called Chafer comes from a video I watched on Bilibili. It is a series about having sex in the Victorian era. I think someone must have seen it. That snack is really amazing and must be very sweet wwww
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