Speaking of Important Matters at the Dinner Table

Regulus bypassed the crowd, walked behind a concrete pillar, and snapped his fingers.

Kreacher was squeezed out of the air. The big eyes of the lightbulb fell on Regulus first. His big ears twitched twice and he bowed deeply. The tip of his nose touched his knees and he muttered, "The young master is back."

Then he poked his head behind him, looked left and right, but didn't see Eldest Young Master, and the light in his eyes changed from expectation to confusion.

Kreacher's big eyes blinked twice, his ears slowly drooped, and the tip of his nose twitched.

Eldest Young Master won't go home again. Female the Master will be sad.

Regulus said, "Let's go."

Kreacher raised his hand, his skinny fingers gently resting on the edge of Regulus's trouser leg.

Bang, the platform is empty.

12 Grimmauld Place, the door opened in front of you.

The familiar porch, the dark wooden walls, and the Ancestral Portraits hanging on both sides were rustling in the picture frame.

An old man wearing a 17th-century wig poked half of his face out from the edge of the frame. When he saw it was Regulus, he snorted and shrank back.

The wall lamp glowed with a faint green light, and a weak flame danced in the fireplace at the end of Corridor.

Baruk crawled out of his inner pocket, jumped onto his shoulders, and then jumped down directly. His eight thin legs alternately stepped on the floor, and he ran towards the stairs.

The method of climbing stairs is still the same. Jump from the first level to the third level, and from the third level to the fifth level. Turn around on the corner platform, confirm the direction, and continue to jump up.

Climbed two floors, turned in the direction of Regulus's bedroom, and it was gone.

When I got home, I was more positive than anyone else.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Walburga came down from the living room on the second floor. He put his hands on the handrail of the stairs, and his dark green home robe swayed gently with his steps.

The robe is made of silk blend, with extremely fine silver thread patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. There is a dark gold ribbon tied around the waist, and the skirt reaches to the ankles.

Her hair is tied back and fixed with a silver hairpin. A few strands of broken hair hang down by her ears. There is very light makeup on her face, which is noble and elegant.

Even in her own home, where only her family could see her, she looked dignified from head to toe.

Seeing Regulus, his eyebrows relaxed, a smile spread on his face, and his whole person brightened up.

She quickly walked down the last few steps, came to him, put her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him into her arms.

"My Reggie is back."

Her hair brushed against his ears, and the scent of perfume on her body was very light.

Regulus also hugged her mother, put her arm around her shoulders with a very light force, and then let go.

"I'm back, mother."

"Just come back and let mother take a look -"

Walburga took a half step back, his hands still on his shoulders, his gray eyes sweeping from head to toes, and then from feet to head.

"He's lost weight again," she frowned, stretched out her hand and pinched his arm. "Don't they provide meals in school?"

"I eat it, I eat it every day," Regulus chuckled, "My mother looks very good."

Walburga didn't let him go. "What do you want to eat?"

"Steak, roast chicken, pudding, Pumpkin Juice--"

"Kreacher does better than those."

Regulus found it a bit funny. He had just told Sirius to eat well, and in the blink of an eye, his mother also told him to eat well.

He smiled and nodded.

Walburga looked over his shoulder and landed on the door.

Kreacher stood by the door, his two big ears drooped, and his fingers rubbed back and forth on Tea Towel. There was no other person.

She frowned and turned her gray eyes to look at Regulus.

Regulus nodded slightly.

A trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and she pursed her lips, which was quickly suppressed. She didn't want anything to ruin the atmosphere of her little son's return home today.

His attention returned to Regulus, and he raised his hand to the top of his head. "It's higher."

Regulus nodded in agreement. "That's high."

"The shoulders are a little wider," she patted his shoulders, with a gentle smile on her lips, "You're still too thin. Come back and have a good meal. Kreacher has prepared your favorite food."

"Go and change your clothes first, wash them, and go downstairs for dinner." She stretched out her hand to straighten his collar, then patted Regulus's cheek. "I'll put it on your bed, the dark blue one."

Regulus went upstairs, and the bedroom door was open. Baruk had already taken a seat and was lying on the pillow at the head of the bed. His eight legs were folded, and his spider head was buried in the seam of the pillow. Only his dark red butt was exposed.

There is a set of home robes on the bed. The material is light and soft, and the cuffs are embroidered with a dark pattern of Black family.

He took off his school uniform and hung it on a hanger, then took off the inner lining and entered Washroom.

Hot water was poured down from above his head, and steam filled the entire compartment. He stood with his eyes closed for a few minutes, letting the water wash away the fatigue accumulated on the train for most of the day.

When I came out, there were water droplets hanging on my body. I was too lazy to wipe them off. I flicked my fingertips on my shoulders, and a gust of warm air passed by the surface of my skin, and the water droplets evaporated instantly.

I put on my new robe and it just fit me, adjusted my collar in front of the mirror in the closet, then turned and went downstairs.

Orion came out from Study and happened to meet him at the stairs.

He was wearing a dark gray home robe, with his sleeves rolled up a little. His eyes paused on his son, and then nodded.

"Back."

"Come back, father."

Orion continued walking towards the restaurant, Regulus followed behind, and the footsteps of father and son followed Corridor one after another.

The long table in the restaurant has been covered with a dark green tablecloth, and the silver candlestick is lit. The flame of the candle looks redundant against the wall lamp, but it is very beautiful.

The silver Tableware was arranged neatly, and the cups were polished so that they could reflect people's faces.

Kreacher was busy going back and forth, carrying the tray, and every time a dish was served, he would retreat to the corner with his back hunched over, his big ears erect.

The dinner was very sumptuous, Roast Lamb Chops was coded in white Porcelain Plates, the bones were wrapped in silver foil, and the surface was sizzling with oil.

Mashed potatoes were piled into a hill, Butter slowly melted at the top, and a whole pan-seared seabass was placed on a silver plate with crispy skin and tender meat, with roasted seasonal vegetables and a small bowl of thick mushroom soup on the side.

Regulus I smelled it as soon as I entered the restaurant, and my stomach moved.

He doesn't eat much snacks, and he didn't eat a single bite on the train. He was basically hungry all day.

Walburga and Orion sit at one end of the long table, and Regulus sits opposite them.

The position of Sirius is empty, and there is no Tableware in front of it.

Orion's eyes paused on the empty seat for a moment, then looked at Regulus, and Regulus nodded.

Orion looked away, picked up the napkin and spread it on his knees, not looking at the empty seat again.

Start eating.

The heat of Roast Lamb Chops is just right. When the knife is pressed down, the meat juice seeps out from the cut surface. It tastes tender but not chewy. The taste of Rosemary surges up from the nasal cavity.

The ratio of Butter in mashed potatoes is Regulus from snack to adult, no more, no less, just enough to make the tip of the tongue feel dense without feeling greasy.

Walburga Seeing that he was eating quickly, I gave him two more pieces Roast Lamb Chops. With the meat in his mouth, he mumbled, "Thank you, mother."

"How is school?" Walburga was cutting the seabass on the plate, his head tilted slightly, and his eyes fell on Regulus's face.

"It's pretty good." Regulus swallowed the meat in his mouth and stuffed another piece. "The spring garden party in March this year was more lively than last year. Four colleges set up stalls on the lawn.

Ravenclaw held a Magic puzzle contest, Hufflepuff sold fruit pies grown by Greenhouse himself, and Gryffindor played a shooting game, which involved throwing Quaffle into flying hoops. If you throw three Quaffle into a flying hoop, you can win a bag of Fizzing Whizzbee.

Slytherin held a small exhibition of Magic props this year. Several senior students brought props they made to display, including a dry pot that can automatically stir, and a copper plate that can turn water into ice. "

Walburga listened with a smile on his lips.

Orion held the wine glass, his eyes paused on Regulus's face, and said nothing.

Regulus Continue to talk.

It was said that the sunshine was particularly good that day at the garden party. Black Lake There was a row of benches beside Black Lake. Some students were singing and some were flying kites on the lawn. The kites were charmed and made somersaults in the sky.

There was a junior student named Ravenclaw who won several rounds in the puzzle competition, but was finally defeated by a girl named Hufflepuff, because the question was about herbal medicine, and Hufflepuff happened to be her professional counterpart.

He said that he found a place on the lawn and sat under the shade of a tree for most of the afternoon, watching the few Giant Squids by the lake floating up to bask in the sun, with their tentacles spread lazily on the water.

It's very vivid and vivid, and the picture is very vivid.

Then he lowered his eyes, picked up a piece of roast beef, put it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and said in a casual tone, "It's pretty good, pretty relaxing."

Walburga kept smiling and asked again, "How was the exam?"

Regulus said in a matter-of-fact tone, "All o."

"It should be," Walburga nodded with satisfaction and said in a more matter-of-fact tone, "If you can't pass the O test, then Hogwarts doesn't need to take it."

Regulus shrugged, mother was right.

Orion cut Lamb Chop quietly, occasionally looking up at his wife and son, and the corners of his mouth curved upward slightly.

Regulus is seriously fooling her mother, which is pretty good.

The atmosphere at the family dinner was very relaxed. Walburga asked about everything, from exams to professors, from professors to diet, Regulus answered one by one, chewing Lamb Chop, and occasionally raised his eyebrows when asked about something interesting.

Kreacher stood in the corner, filling in new dishes from time to time and taking away empty plates, hunched over the whole time.

We were almost done eating, the mushroom soup had reached the bottom, there were only two pieces of Lamb Chop left, and only one head of the seabass was left.

Walburga put down his knife and fork, took a sip of red wine, and was about to continue asking when Regulus spoke first.

He put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, placed it on the edge of the plate, and looked at Walburga and Orion opposite.

The movements are natural and the tone is also natural.

"This holiday season, I plan to launch a declaratio sanguinis on Rowle family."

"Family Vengeance Contract, I want to destroy Rowle family."

This matter should have been discussed with Orion alone in Study, but once Family Vengeance Contract was launched, it would enter the war in the name of Black family.

Walburga is the daughter of this family the Master. She cannot be left out. Say it at the dinner table and let her be present from the beginning.