A Mother's Love Weighs Heavy

The dining table was quiet, the candle flame danced in the glass cover, Orion's fork stopped in mid-air, and then slowly placed back on the table.

Walburga was holding a wine glass. The glass hung between his lips and the table, stopping in mid-air.

She raised her head and looked at Regulus, her gray eyes widened, her lips slightly opened, and shock flashed in her eyes.

The act of genocide is nothing, but Family Vengeance Contract, Magic, has not been used for hundreds of years.

She knew what it was, and everyone in Black family knew that it was an ancient rule that existed before International Statute of Secrecy, and was the most solemn war ceremony between Pureblood families. The last time someone used this thing was centuries ago.

The ritual was written on the old parchment in the family Library. She had turned it over when she was a child, but at the time she thought it was just a piece of yellowed history.

She stared at Regulus's face, looking back and forth between his eyes and mouth.

There was no sign of joking in his son's expression, nor was he testing his attitude, nor was he asking for permission. He had already thought about it.

Walburga's expression changed in a very short period of time. The pupils shrank, the corners of the mouth straightened, and the whole face changed from a mother who was just concerned about what her son ate and how many points he scored on the test, to another person, sharp and focused.

"Isolde·Rowle," her voice contained a soft smile, but the light in her eyes was not soft at all. "Greengrass family will have Summer Gala next month. She goes there every year. Every year she wears that ugly dark purple skirt, and every year she matches it with a set of cheap jewelry."

She looked at Regulus: "There were so many people at the dinner party and it was so noisy that no one would notice where I was.

I can find an opportunity to meet her alone, in the garden, at the corner of Corridor, at the door of Washroom, anywhere.

A drop of Potions drops into her wine glass, or a needle is hidden in a glove. Just walk over and touch her, Silencio, and no one will notice.

After the dinner, she went home and lay down all night, and the next morning Rowle family people would find that she was completely cold."

Regulus also looked at his mother, with a somewhat confused expression. He glanced at Orion from the corner of his eye. His father was sitting on the ground, picking up the wine glass and taking a sip.

Walburga paused for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The couple's actions were exactly the same. "If you don't want to Silencio, that's fine too.

I can be direct, walk up to her, and say Killing Curse in front of everyone, or instead of Killing Curse, use Withering Curse, Blood-Boiling Curse, Suffocation Curse, whatever."

She put down the wine glass and the light in her eyes softened. "Which one do you like?"

Regulus opened his mouth.

He knew that his mother had changed, from the fanatical Pure-bloods lady who used him as a medal, to a woman who was learning to be a normal mother.

But at this moment, he saw another side of his mother, a Black family woman. When her son said he was going to fight, his first reaction was to hand him weapons.

This reaction was a bit beyond his expectations. She didn't even ask why, what a normal mother should ask, why did you do this, was there any other way, would it be too dangerous? She didn't mention a word, and jumped directly to how to help kill people.

She even had a goal, time, place, and even several ways to die in her mind.

He had never known that his mother was so decisive.

He had originally prepared a set of rhetoric about what Rowle family had done, why it was happening now, and the strategic significance of this matter to Black family, but none of it was put to use.

He opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally said, "Thank you, mother."

Walburga is still going on, which tea parties and dinner parties Isolde·Rowle attends every year, which occasions are suitable for poisoning when there are many people, and which occasions are suitable for direct action when there are few people.

Speaking of which, if Regulus wants Silencio, she has at least three kinds of Potions that can be dropped into each other's cups at a tea party.

When it comes to being violent if necessary--

She raised her head and glanced at Orion: "If Greengrass family's dinner is not convenient enough, we can change it to another place. Ministry of Magic, let her kneel down in the Ministry of Magic hall in front of all the directors and staff.

Or let your father trick her into going to Wizengamot, saying that there is an inter-family property dispute that needs to be mediated, and if she enters that door, she will never come out again."

Orion finally raised his eyes and twitched the corner of his mouth.

As he spoke, Walburga leaned back, put his hands on the armrests of the seat, and was about to stand up: "I'm going to find--"

Regulus also stood up, walked around the dining table, walked to her mother, gently put his hand on her shoulder, and pressed her back.

"Mom, it hasn't started yet," he said in a relaxed tone with a hint of affectionate teasing, "Eat first, Lamb Chop hasn't finished eating yet."

Walburga was pushed back into the chair by him, raised his head to look at him, and frowned. "Do you know how Isolde·Rowle is talking about Black family behind his back?"

Regulus's hand was still on his mother's shoulder, and he asked cooperatively, "How did you discuss it?"

"She said there was a traitor in our family and a crazy woman. What else is left?" Walburga lowered his eyes and said in a very soft voice, "It is my mercy to keep her alive."

Regulus heard this and raised the corners of his mouth. "Then don't be merciful next month."

Walburga looked at him, his eyebrows slowly spread, his lips moved, and finally he snorted from his nose.

She reached out and patted the back of his hand. "Sit back and eat, Lamb Chop is cold."

Regulus sat back, picked up a fork and forked a piece of Lamb Chop. It was a bit cold, but it didn't affect the chewiness.

Walburga stared at his son for a few times, then suddenly turned his head to look at Orion. There was no anger in his eyes, but he was somewhat unkind.

Did you hear what your son just said? You just sat there and turned your glass?

Orion happened to be looking at her, and the couple's eyes met in the air.

"I heard it."

Walburga's eyes narrowed. "This is your reaction?"

Orion lowered his eyes. "It will be reflected in Study."

Walburga just stared at him, pursed his lips tightly, then moved his eyes away from Orion and landed on Regulus again.

She leaned back slightly and folded her hands on her knees.

"Rowle family That woman--"

Regulus looked at his mother's side face, with the light coming from above. Her eyebrows and cheekbones had deep shadows, and the emotion in her eyes was something he rarely saw, sharp and aggressive.

"After pretending to be decent in front of me for more than ten years, her days of respectability are over."

Regulus felt her mother's love, so heavy.

Orion put down the napkin and stood up from his seat. "Study."

Regulus stuffed the last piece of Lamb Chop into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it, stood up and followed his father out of the restaurant.

Passing by Walburga, she reached out and pulled his sleeve.

Regulus stopped and looked down at his mother.

Walburga looked up at him, the light shining in her eyes was a bit dazzling.

She said nothing more, just looked at him, pinched his wrist with her fingers, and then let go.

Regulus raised the corners of his mouth, patted the back of her hand, and left.

Walburga was sitting at the empty dining table, and Kreacher quietly came out from the corner to clear away the dishes.

Her eyes were fixed on the remaining candlelight on the table, her fingers folded on her knees motionless, and the light in her eyes was fierce and patient.

Study's door closed behind him.

A green flame burned in the fireplace, and the entire book wall glowed with a dull luster in the firelight. Thousands of Magic classics were stamped with gold characters, some of which had faded to only shallow marks.

Orion walked behind the desk and sat down, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The teapot on the corner of the table tilted automatically, pouring dark amber tea soup into the two cups. Steam rose from the mouth of the cup, carrying a bit of the mellow aroma of whiskey.

Regulus sat down opposite, took the tea cup pushed over by his father, and took a sip.

It was already dark outside the window, London The night in mid-to-late June came late, and the last touch of gray and blue on the horizon was being swallowed up by the edge of the curtains.

Orion's gray eyes looked at Regulus.

He originally thought that Regulus would spend his time elsewhere during this holiday, Alchemy's deepening, Disintegration Charm's advancement, Resonance Disk's industrial layout, or whatever profound Magic he wanted to study.

This child's schedule never needs to be worried about by others. If you give him a summer vacation, he will arrange it more tightly than anyone else.

As a result, he said at the dinner table that he would activate Family Vengeance Contract and destroy Rowle family.

Orion didn't ask any questions at the dinner table because Walburga was there and his wife had already entered the executor mode, so that occasion was not suitable for further discussion.

After a moment of silence, Orion finally spoke in a calm tone, "Tell me the reason."

He needs to hear the complete information. Family Vengeance Contract can't be sent just because it wants to be sent. The contract Magic itself will determine whether the reason is valid.

Regulus put the tea cup down, his eyes paused on the flames of the fireplace, then took it back and looked at Orion.

"Dolphin·Rowle."

He started in the first grade.

Slytherin common room, Arnold·Belmont jumped out and forced him to express his position, Black family's position, Dark Lord's doubts, Pure-bloods's responsibilities, those words were nothing special, but Belmont family couldn't hold up that scene.

If he had not responded well at that time, the entire Slytherin vs. Black family trend would have been swayed, and he would have been coerced into a statement that he did not want to participate in, passively standing in a certain position, and it would be difficult to get out again.

Belmont is performing in front, and Dolphin·Rowle is watching the show in the shadows.

Orion listened and nodded.

Belmont family was handled by him personally. The property was cleared, all channels were cut off, and people were driven out of UK.

He knew about this, but at that time he only knew the result, not the cause. Now Regulus has added the cause, and Rowle family is behind it.

He was still thinking at the time that Regulus handled it well and neatly. Looking back now, it was not only good but also brilliant.

An eleven-year-old child could see the situation clearly on the spot when he was being plotted, he knew who was in front of the stage and who was behind the scenes, he knew how to fight back to minimize losses, and he knew how to end the situation afterwards in order to maximize the interests of the family.

Regulus continued.

The second time was Welcome Party, Geoffrey·Selwyn in September this year. A freshman selected by Dolphin·Rowle, knowingly or unknowingly took Magic Agitation Potion, and was pushed to the duel stage where Head of New Students competed.

The purpose is for him to challenge Regulus in full public view, and then collapse on the spot.

If Regulus doesn't see it and accepts the challenge, Selwyn will attack with all his strength in the duel. Magic Power will completely lose control, may faint, may be seriously injured, and may Magic Power no longer obey orders.

And Regulus will be involved in an unexplainable scandal, and a new student will be destroyed after a duel with him.

"Both times, he hid behind the scenes. He did not take action personally and left no evidence. The memory may have been processed, and the clues were cut off when he found them. In school, even if the entire chain of evidence is spelled out, the processing method is confinement, deducting points, and writing tests, which means nothing to him."

Regulus's tone is straightforward.

In his eyes, Dolphin·Rowle is just a problem that needs to be dealt with. The problem does not need to be hated, it only needs to be solved.