How does it feel to go deep into the 'enemy camp' and see the portrait of your grandfather?
Maybe some people will feel a little surprised, and some people will feel a little relieved. You see, this is their grandfather after all...
...But Draco's first reaction was one of horror, and he was so frightened that he took three steps back and broke out in a cold sweat.
He has not forgotten what a 'splendid' 'side job' his family had in the past! Look, the mysterious man actually has a portrait of his grandfather in his manor! How 'favored' their family is by the mysterious man! And he vaguely remembered that his grandfather's portraits were often blank - in the young Draco's impression, he was a withdrawn person who didn't care about his descendants. Lucius would regularly take Draco into the portrait room to chat with his ancestors. But his grandfather was either out of the frame or silent, more like a Muggle portrait than Godric.
Harry stood aside and felt very strange: Who would put other people's portraits in their home?
They were no strangers to portraits of their ancestors - both Potter and Malfoy had portrait rooms belonging to their ancestors. Most of the portraits in Harry's family were lively and cheerful, with diverse personalities. In addition to nagging them every day, they were also vying to ask the house elves to feed their children more plumply. As for the portraits of Draco's family, most of them are perfect to the point of being a little indifferent, extremely arrogant, and don't like to talk much. Every time Draco enters, within a few minutes, he can't help but sneak out after greeting them one by one.
Of course, if an ancestor became the principal of Hogwarts, then there would be an extra portrait of him or her hanging in the principal's office. For example, one of Sirius's great-grandfathers, that grumpy old man, was often in the principal's office and only occasionally appeared in the frame of the Black family.
"Oh!" Sirius was not intimidated. After all, he had always been a bold person.
He put his hands behind his back, looked around at the portrait, and said with some uncertainty, "You must be a Malfoy... You look familiar to me."
It was rare that he was dressed appropriately today. From his hat to his accessories to his formal gown, he was very elegant, but he still acted like a lazy idler, which made the handsome man in the portrait glance at him.
"The bastard eldest son of the Black family," he said lightly with the cold and calm expression often seen on Slytherins, "I thought Orion at least taught you the proper etiquette. Now it seems that these are just extravagant hopes. Speaking of which, I have been a portrait for less than ten years, but you don't even remember my name, which makes me have to suspect that Gryffindor gave you the amnesia potion."
"Oh, it's you," Sirius said nonchalantly, "I guess you can't blame me. Last time we met, you were as haggard as an old tree root."
"Sirius!" Regulus first pulled his brother, and then nodded slightly to the portrait with some fear: "I salute you, Lord Malfoy."
He still remembered to take care of his friend, turned to Francis and whispered softly: "Francis, this is His Excellency Abraxas Malfoy. He is the previous head of the Malfoy family and the father of Lucius - a highly respected Excellency." After speaking, he gestured. He came up to say hello.
Draco took a few steps, and instead of nodding along with Regulus, he bowed slightly: "Nice to meet you, Your Excellency."
He saw his grandfather nodding reservedly and with a little satisfaction, obviously satisfied with this heavier etiquette - obviously, in his grandfather's eyes, a young outsider wizard was not in the same weight class as the son of his old friend. Although this was a natural thought for Draco, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when this happened to him.
"Not bad, not bad," the man in the portrait nodded reservedly, and pointed his hand with a huge gemstone ring outside the frame. He said in a long voice, somewhat lazily, "Smart and beautiful - so you are the Francis Bagshot."
"——Merlin, do you know me?" Draco showed a little surprise appropriately, but he was not too grateful. He smiled slightly and said, "I have to say, this is really an honor, Lord Malfoy."
"Of course, of course," the portrait said, "after all, you are the first guests in this manor. Although it is just a portrait, older people love to inquire about new things."
"You can't tell that I'm an old man now." Sirius rubbed his chin. He tilted his head, took a few steps closer, and said after looking at him, "You really can't blame me. I don't do anything at all." I thought I would see the portrait of my good brother-in-law’s father here.”
"For the sake of friendship, let me remind you again," the portrait said, not looking very angry, "Don't eat the proper etiquette into the dog's belly. Prudence is our very precious wealth, young man One should not forget to carry it even if one closes one's eyes."
He himself has a dog belly. Draco cursed to himself.
"I just begged my old friend to prepare an empty frame for me," the portrait said nonchalantly, "There's nothing strange about this."
"You have to admit, this is really weird," Sirius grinned, "Does my dad know about this?"
"Maybe he doesn't know," the portrait showed a slightly sarcastic expression, "We were all afraid that he would fall to the ground in fright, so we decided not to tell him."
"Shocked to the ground - you're right, I can already picture his face!"
Sirius snorted, and both Harry and Draco could see the corners of his mouth curling up as he couldn't hold it in. Regulus sighed, as if he had given up on trying to save the situation.
really weird. Harry thought as he touched his chin. His godfather calls his brother-in-law 'that old dog' every day, but he seems to have a relatively harmonious relationship with the old dog's deceased father.
Listen, he used 'you'!
Sirius laughed nonchalantly, while the old Malfoy in the portrait shook his head helplessly.
"Sooner or later, our Orion will be mad at his own son," he said lazily, taking a ruby from somewhere in his hand and tossing it up and down, "Stop standing, sit down, sit down. I It’s just a portrait, not a ring standing in front of you waiting for you to kiss me.”
"I won't do what you ask me to do." Sirius said with a smile, holding Regulus with one hand and Draco with the other, forcefully pulling them to the sofa and actually sitting down. In order to entertain them, the table in front of them contained a complete set of tea sets and several layers of refreshments, as well as some brightly colored, fresh fruits, ranging from winter to summer. In addition, there was a A crystal flask that doesn't quite match the tea set contains fruity tea with a hint of coolness and a bright color.
Sirius picked around, picked out a few bright red cherries and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them vigorously. Harry stood behind the sofa and watched for a long time. He couldn't figure out how his godfather managed to avoid getting cherry juice on his hands. To tie the stems into knots.
He looked at Draco and Regulus again and found that both Regulus and Draco started tasting from a cup of tea, much like a family.
"So, Old Abu," Sirius stuffed another cookie into his mouth, his attitude more casual than when he was facing Lucius, "Which saint is framed in the picture next to you?"
"You don't know him," Old Malfoy said without hesitation. "He once said he would give you a gift after you were born, but before your mother could get pregnant with you, he died prematurely."
Sirius raised his eyebrows and said, "So he knows my parents?"
Now that the topic has been brought up here, there is no need to end it. Even Regulus became interested and turned his head slightly to listen. Draco seemed to be focused, but actually took the opportunity to turn his attention back to the portrait.
Harry, on the other hand, leaned over to look at the portrait and looked at it carefully.
It seems inaccurate to say that this is a portrait, because portraits are usually painted for someone and have a precise image - the inaccuracy is the painter's problem - but the person in the painting can't see the outline of their face clearly. There is no need for a pair of eyes to leak out. The person who painted this painting didn't know what he was thinking. As if it wasn't mysterious enough, he painted a large silver-green curtain in the upper area of the painting. It covered most of the character's face, leaving the rest of the face outline. Color blocks of different shades were also applied, making the remaining half of the face a little blurry.
It's like a picture rubbing out from the memory of a person with a bad memory. Because the person himself can't remember clearly, the painting can't be clear either.
All I can say is... he is not a black man, or does not have Slavic blood, and he has black hair... Harry carefully identified every detail, trying to discern more information from the details. When he moved his gaze downward, he was stunned again.
I seem to have seen a wand like this somewhere. he thinks.
The portrait was still talking there: "That's a matter of course - although this portrait doesn't show his age, at least he is now a person who needs you to address him as Your Excellency."
Regulus thought of something, but said nothing. Sirius said "Oh" and his eyes widened.
"Could it be that," he rubbed his chin, "this is the 'noble' guardian?"
"Sirius!" Regulus shouted.
"What's wrong?" Sirius spread his hands innocently, "I already said 'honorable', and I also added 'sir'. I used the honorific."
"If you don't speak in this tone," Draco said with some sarcasm to make the personality of this fake identity more vivid, "I would still feel that there is some truth in your 'nobility'."
"Little Bagshot is right," the old Malfoy in the portrait said, "Besides, your title is wrong - your generation should call him Lord Evans."
Harry was startled - although the surname 'Evans' is very common in the UK, it is his mother's surname. It was really a surprise to him to appear here.
"Evans?" Sirius raised an eyebrow and said, "This is a Muggle surname. It is also a very common Muggle surname. I thought that a portrait of such a person would not hang in..." He looked at the entire room. House, pursed her lips, "In a room like this."
Regulus showed a little confusion on his face and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Old Malfoy asked with great interest: "What's wrong with such a room? This is just a lounge in the study. You should be able to see that it is not very luxuriously decorated."
"I heard that our respected lord is very busy," Sirius replied tactfully. "My father said that he is the best of the best, the genius of geniuses. Such a person would not be in a common room alone. There are meaningless things placed in it. You said this is 'just' a lounge, but judging from the bookshelf and layout, this is a room that is relatively private to him and commonly used, so although it is not considered a decoration Gorgeous, yet comfortable.”
After saying that, he raised one leg again, pointed at the portrait, and said proudly: "Besides, aren't you hanging it here too? Doesn't this show the importance of this room?"
Draco looked at his young uncle in shock. Although he had long thought that the eldest son of the Black family could not really be a fool with no redeeming qualities, Sirius had always only shown his disgust. It's disgusting and reckless. It's so rare for such an analysis to come from his mouth.
Old Malfoy laughed loudly: "It seems that you still have some merits!"
"I've told you a long time ago, don't judge a child based on a few words from his parents."
A voice joined in suddenly, with a gentle voice and an elegant accent. It was casual but also had a certain flavor. When several children heard this voice, they all stood up.
Harry also changed his gaze - at some point, a handsome man wearing only a shirt and vest stood at the door of the lounge. He hung the robe on the hanger, then waved his hand to signal everyone not to bow to him in a hurry.
"I'm sorry to keep my guests waiting for so long - but it seems that you and Abraxas had a good chat." As he said, his expression gradually became relaxed and even comfortable, "I think there should be already in the garden. We’ve prepared a nice afternoon tea—you can change the venue of your chat.”
"Sir!" Regulus remembered his parents' instructions, stood up quickly, and bowed hastily, "I say hello to you."
From Harry's perspective, he could see him tugging at Sirius' sleeve quietly.
Sirius glanced at his brother unhappily, and then put on his cynical smile. He bowed, trying to calm his brother down a bit, so that he would not be besieged and run away again when he returned home: "Sirius Black greets you for the first time, sir. It is an honor for Merlin to witness this moment."
Your voice and your expression don't sound like an honor at all!
Harry and Draco murmured in unison.
The man seemed not to have seen it, and nodded with a smile: "I know you, Orion's eldest son - in fact, I am no stranger to you, just a little bit, I am your godfather."
Harry saw Sirius shaking uncontrollably - and the corners of his own mouth trembling too, and couldn't help but touch the goosebumps on his arms.
The Dark Lord who killed my parents becomes my godfather? This kind of thing is so ridiculous.
Draco was just about to bow when he saw the man extend his hand towards him. He felt a slight thump in his heart because of this inappropriate etiquette, but he had to extend his hand and said politely: "Thank you for your invitation today, Mr. Gaunt. I feel very honored to be entertained by you."
The man smiled and shook hands with him: "I'm glad you can come too, Mr. Bagshot. Don't be so unfamiliar, just call me Riddle - although the name written on the invitation is not like that, it is just for inheritance. The surname I got from my family is still used to being called by my old name - which is Riddle."
Draco lowered his head with a half-serious expression and said, "For a noble person like you, remaining unchanged is a valuable advantage, Lord Riddle."
Regarding the surname, Regulus explained it to them in Diagon Alley - or in other words, he told Draco and Harry (invisible state) a sufficiently inspiring story.
This 'distinguished lord' did not hide his origin during his school days. Everyone close to him knew his origin: he was a descendant of the Slytherin family - his father was a little-known Muggle, and his mother's surname was Gaunt. , the only surviving woman of the Gaunt family at the time. Although this family has long since declined in the wizarding world, the power in the bloodline happened to be awakened in this generation of this adult. As the only descendant of this generation of the Gaunt family, he is handsome, talented, and good at making friends and getting to know people of all levels. Therefore, after the death of the head and heir of the Gaunt family, this man naturally inherited the Gaunt family. , and based on custom, he changed his surname from his father's surname, which is Riddle, to his mother's surname, which is Gaunt.
At this point in the story, some people said sourly that this man was ashamed of his origin, so he got a distinguished surname for himself. However, this gentleman did not seem to be proud of it. Apart from public occasions and written communication, he still let People call him 'Riddle'; in addition, the Gaunt family has been in decline for more than ten years. It was not until this adult inherited everything that it rose rapidly and became a decisive family again in more than ten years, so it was so sour. The comments also died out early.
The so-called guardian does not refer to his parents - both of whom died early - or his uncle and grandfather, but a young man who seems to be a distant relative. The young man adopted the young Riddle from Muggle channels. It is said that he is also a powerful wizard himself. As a legal guardian and a magical guardian, he carefully raised the young Riddle.
However, although the children he raised were extremely successful, the male guardian was seriously ill and went abroad to live in seclusion more than ten years ago.
This man, whom Old Malfoy asked the children to call 'Sir Evans', is said to be a relatively reserved person who does not like to go out or socialize with others, so there is not much information about him from the outside world. As for Riddle, this 'distinguished lord' does not seem to want people to disturb his caregiver at will. Therefore, if it were not for old Malfoy or Mr. Black who knew Riddle when he was young, there would be no way he would have met this ' Lord Evans'.
After returning home that day, Draco commented that this story seemed inspirational, but in fact it was terrifying - not to mention the men of the Gaunt family who died silently, let's talk about this male guardian. If Riddle truly loved the person who raised him, he would It's time to use the resources at hand to keep him in the manor. Unless this caregiver is a race that is very picky about the environment like a dragon, what else can't this rising Dark Lord achieve? Whether it is expensive medicines or skilled doctors, placing them in the manor around the patient and using them is a decent and considerate thing to do.
Living in seclusion abroad? Who knows where in the corner people go to wait to die. Maybe this guardian is only a legend now because he has passed away.
The portraits on the wall seem to prove this - in the wizarding world, only the dead hang portraits.
At this time, Riddle nodded his chin toward the outside: "Those people from the Potion Association have now left, and we can start the tea party. I must apologize for making you wait in such a small and closed place. This is a place I use to rest occasionally, so it doesn’t take up much space.”
While motioning for the boys to go out, he said with a smile: "Although a spacious room is more comfortable to live in, I believe you also understand that sometimes people just need a smaller private space."
"You are absolutely right," Sirius said in agreement, and looked around the room again, "My father still thinks this is something bad about me. I will tell him next time that this is not the case. What a bad thing."
"Then I believe he will come to me for tea soon." Riddle smiled, but kept walking.
It seems that he is really not willing to let us stay in this 'private space'.
Draco cursed secretly while hiding the reluctance on his face. But in the end, he didn't say a word, and followed the group of people out of the room with a look of 'gratefulness' - while doing so, he also put his hand behind his back and slightly raised his little finger, and then got the robe. The cuffs were gently pulled in reply.
This meant that Harry was still following him well. Draco nodded slightly.
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It was different from the way they came. This time, Mr. Gaunt, as the owner of the manor, led them down a spiral staircase at the back of the study. This staircase looked inconspicuous. It has direct access to the garden.
And just as Lucius said, Riddle seemed to cherish the lily garden very much. Although the lily garden was closer to this pure white little palace, he didn't even look at it and took the children straight to the place full of roses. The garden had already been decorated by the house elves, and a set of white tables and chairs with hollow patterned backrests were placed, waiting for people to sit down.
Harry followed behind carefully under the blessing of the Silence Charm. Considering that walking on the lawn would leave marks, he even lightened his weight and adjusted his skin color. At this moment, he was leaning next to the rose bush, his whole body covered in green. , it seems that in the next second, red roses will bloom along with those buds.
He glanced at the table from a distance and felt that compared to the preparations in the lounge, this table could be seen to have been prepared more carefully - well, although he was not interested in the so-called aristocratic afternoon tea. The arrangement is not considered proficient. The white tea table is the same as the rest room. There are three-tiered tea racks, teapots and long-neck bottles for pouring juice. Several sets of gold-rimmed tableware and napkins are arranged neatly according to the seats; some slightly smaller plates Scattered on the table, they are used to hold small cakes as exquisite as jewelry and washed and cut fresh fruits for guests to take as they please. And between these cute little plates, red and yellow roses in full bloom minus the branches and leaves are dotted at an aesthetically pleasing angle.
And judging from the location of this table, it was also arranged very appropriately - Harry curiously walked around the table for a few steps, half-squatting, and found that he could enjoy the view from any position on this table. The rose garden in full bloom, the small white palace not far away, and even the lily garden a little further away. The sunlight seemed to have been magically adjusted to be bright but not too hot, and there was even a cool breeze blowing gently... Drinking tea under such temperature and light can be said to be very comfortable.
…If this were not at YKW’s estate, I think many people would be happy to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea. Harry held his stomach, feeling very complicated.
The feeling of not wanting to eat a bite but insisting on swallowing it that day at Black's house was like an indelible shadow. Once he saw Riddle's chatting and laughing face, he couldn't help but feel a nausea similar to that night. feel.
"You're welcome, I recently received some very good tea," Riddle smiled at the boys. "I think the craftsmanship of the house elves in the manor should still satisfy the tastes of today's young people."
Sirius was not polite and sat down first. Regulus replied with admiration and nervousness, 'My pleasure, my lord' before sitting down - he also did not forget to take care of his roommate. After choosing the seat first, he just One chair remains. This was not a rectangular table, and there was no obvious order, so Draco had to sit down in the remaining seat.
I have to say that Regulus really took care of him: Sirius sat down first, and in order to prevent his brother from doing anything else, Regulus deliberately separated his roommate from Sirius with himself - in this way, Draco had to face Riddle face to face Sitting on the ground.
To people like Regulus and Lucius, this might be an honor, but to Draco, not only was he ungrateful, but he also wanted to curse.
Riddle watched them sit down with a smile, and without saying any polite words, he picked up his fork and tapped it. The knife flew up automatically and took two small sandwiches from the first layer of the three-layer shelf for him and dropped them in front of him. on the plate.
"I've been talking to those gentlemen from the Potions Association for too long, and I haven't had time to have lunch yet," Riddle showed a casualness that didn't suit his status at this moment. He leaned back in his chair and picked up one of the sandwiches. He motioned for them to be more casual, "So I asked the house elf to prepare some different sandwiches... You can try it. It is different from the ordinary cucumber sandwich. It has a thicker texture, but don't eat too much, otherwise I think you will eat it." No more dinner.”
When he said this, the guests naturally wanted to give him some face. Draco took a quick look and saw that there were indeed two kinds of sandwiches on the first layer. One was the common cucumber sandwich, which generally had a refreshing taste, while the other had a little reddish-brown color in the sandwich, which seemed to use meat as the main ingredient. He didn't make the first move, but waited for Sirius and Regulus to show their willingness to try, then nodded and let the flying knife take a piece for him.
'Will the Dark Lord give people a mysterious brainwashing potion in their sandwiches? 'Draco didn't hesitate to think about the worst-case scenario for a few seconds. After all, the scene where Harry vomited to death last time was so shocking - although he later explained that it was purely caused by stress.
If there is something wrong with these sandwiches, eat a little now, or go back and check at worst... This must not be an immediately poisonous drug, otherwise it will be unexplainable to the Black family!
However, no matter how suspicious he was, Draco was sitting opposite Riddle, and it was rude to hesitate for too long in front of his master. So he had to force himself under pressure, suppress his thoughts, and take a bite of the delicious-looking sandwich.
"——!"
To his surprise, the sandwich was unexpectedly delicious. The main ingredient should be some duck breasts of moderate fatness and leanness that have been roasted with fruits and spices. After being soaked with the flavor of the seasonings, these duck breasts that should be greasy become sweet and refreshing; and after one bite, they are After chewing, the delicious gravy overflows, coupled with the somewhat sweet sauce, vegetables, and the white bread sandwiching them, which makes the overall taste of the sandwich more harmonious.
Although this sandwich is not the type that a person with status would choose for afternoon tea, it is very suitable for tasting as a formal meal. It is simple and delicious for those who are in urgent need of food supplements. This is consistent with what Riddle said about "I didn't have time to have lunch, so I asked the house elf to prepare it specially".
"This is really unexpectedly delicious," Regulus also tasted it, and then praised softly, "I never thought that a sandwich could be made like this."
Sirius also changed his cynical expression into one of surprised surprise: "This is so delicious - your afternoon tea is enviable." He said to Riddle half-seriously, Undaunted, "My mother always prepared the same thing for afternoon tea, cucumber sandwiches and the like... I was tired of eating them, and once I said I wanted something fresh, she would tell me her same old clichés."
Draco was speechless at his uncle's outspoken words, feeling that Mrs. Black would be furious if these words spread.
But at the same time, he also felt something different: his own father was already an adult, and he still served his 'master' like a servant like everyone else, and his every move showed a little pride; but his young uncle Facing this 'adult', he was like a professor in school, a little calm, a little arrogant, but also a little cautious.
The eldest son of the Black family knows how to maintain a good attitude in front of big people, but he is not willing to put himself in a humble position.
Many people in high positions would laugh it off, saying that he was still young and reckless, but Draco knew that his uncle had been like this all his life, and even though this arrogance and ego could be said to have harmed him, he was unwilling to change.
His uncle could only and could only show humility and anxiety in front of one person, and that was his best friend, his uncle's only godson, who was standing somewhere in the garden, Harry.
"'This is tradition - any name can be used here - we have to do things that are consistent with our status, not as casual as those shabby settlements'," Riddle continued with a smile and said calmly, "Walburga (Walburga) It’s such a personality, she also liked to say this to Orion when she was young. Let’s put it this way, some people like to accept new things and explore trends, but your mother is different. She likes to abide by tradition-except in terms of clothing and jewelry.”
"I'm glad you like this formula." Although he is over forty years old, with such a handsome appearance, Riddle's smile is still very attractive and his conversation is quite graceful. "This is a formula that I have been very fond of since I was a child. My favorite sandwich, my adoptive father often served me this way when I was a child... Although he has left the UK for a long time and I have grown up, I have to say that no matter how long it takes, I still can't get rid of this taste. "
"So, you are also a home-loving person." Draco speculated on the topic and tried to speak, "When I just left Germany, I also missed the food cooked at home every day." After saying that, he even showed a shy expression. smiled, and then lowered his head slightly, as if he was a little ashamed of what he said.
"Yes, Mr. Bagshot, just as you miss your hometown, I often miss my adoptive parents. To say that I am a home-loving person is not an exaggeration," Riddle said slowly, his smile deepening , "As I taste this sandwich now, I still think of what he often taught me."
"Who else dares to teach you a lesson?!" Sirius showed an exaggerated expression, "My father said no one dares to be disrespectful to you."
"This is a matter of course, Mr. Black," Riddle said calmly. "I was still a child at that time. I just wanted to learn more magic and study its mysteries all day long. Sometimes, I would even miss it because I was too focused. At meal time, my caregiver would come over, give me a plate of these sandwiches, and say, 'Tom, you must change this habit, and next time, you will cook it yourself.'"
He spoke very attentively, his tone was vivid, and his face showed a slight nostalgia. After finishing speaking, he even sighed.
"I really miss him," Riddle picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said softly, "I sincerely hope he can recover soon and come back to me."
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I caught a bug, Mrs. Black was Walburga, I don’t know why I remembered it as Lucretia otz Thanks to GN who caught the bug
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