The Stunned Newlyweds

The banquet came to an end and the guests began to leave. Regulus found a corner to stay by himself and watched the crowd flow out.

Orion and Walburga said goodbye to Abraxas at the Entrance Hall, Walburga kissed Narcissa, and Orion shook hands with Lucius.

Before leaving, Orion glanced in the direction of Regulus, said nothing, turned around and took Walburga's arm and left.

The crowd slowly dispersed, Banquet Hall was mostly empty, and most of the food on the long table had been removed, and House-elf began to clean up the table silently.

Crystal Ball in the silver arcade was still on, the lavender wall in the garden was exuding the fragrance of flowers in the dusk, the white peacock squatted on the low wall, its neck retracted into its wings, Silver Bell was quiet.

Just a moment ago, the place was full of people, with various languages and accents mixed together. The whole hall was filled with laughter and clinking glasses, but now they are all gone.

The next time so many wizards gather in the same place, there will probably be a war.

There are no weddings to be held, all the marriages that should be done have been done, all the marriages that should be married have been made. At this time next year, there will no longer be a dozen long tables in Malfoy family's garden, there will no longer be the smell of truffle beef stew, and the white peacock's Silver Bell will not form a wedding carol.

In June next year, the stone walls of the manor may be splattered with blood. The last bit of dignity has been used up today.

Regulus walked to a sofa in the side hall and sat down, holding a piece of bread in his hand and tearing it into pieces.

The food at the banquet was exquisite and sumptuous, but every bite was so social that it was impossible to eat properly. He was growing up, so he ate a lot, but he also got hungry quickly.

There were footsteps from the direction of the Entrance Hall. Lucius had seen off the last group of guests and was walking back from outside.

His platinum-blond hair was a little messy in the evening breeze, and he didn't bother to take care of it. He rubbed his neck back with one hand, twisted it twice, and made two "boom" noises.

He saw Regulus sitting on the sofa eating bread, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to put on.

Malfoy family's banquet was still his wedding. After the party, the guests sat alone in the corner eating bread. It was really not decent for this to spread.

But the person who gnaws the bread is Regulus, one of our own people, so if you don't have dignity, then it's not respectable.

He came over and sat down on the sofa opposite, slumping back with his legs stretched out in an unsightly posture.

"I'm so exhausted." He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. "I've been standing since morning, and my feet are almost no longer mine."

Regulus glanced at him, then looked down at the bread in his hand, thought about it, tore off a piece and handed it over.

Lucius reached out to take it, put it in his mouth and chewed it. He didn't seem to be full.

"Father went to Study," he said vaguely, "Let's talk slowly."

Regulus said nothing, the two of them just sat facing each other, chewing bread.

After a while, footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Narcissa came down from the second floor.

She changed out of her wedding robe and wore a light purple home dress with a loose neckline. Her long blond hair spread over her shoulders. She also took off her flower crown. There was still a little makeup left on her face, and the fine glitter on her eyes and lip color were not completely removed.

My whole state is different from when I was receiving congratulations from guests in the garden just now. I feel relaxed and relaxed, with a sense of relief after completing a big event.

From today on, she is Mrs. Malfoy.

When she saw that Regulus was still there, she rolled her eyes, walked over with her feet, and then saw clearly what he was doing.

Eating bread.

I looked at Lucius again, sitting opposite Regulus, also eating bread.

The two people were slumped on the sofa, each with a duller expression than the other, with bulging cheeks, looking at each other chewing.

Narcissa's footsteps suddenly slowed down, and his eyes glanced back and forth between the two people eating bread.

"...Malfoy family's banquet actually made the guests so hungry." She shook her head, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes.

Narcissa walked up to Lucius, looked down at the bread in his hand, then looked at the expression on his face where he was chewing vigorously, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"You're just going to let him eat this?"

Lucius swallowed the bread in his mouth and looked up at her with an innocent expression. "Honey, I'm eating too."

Narcissa glared at him.

Regulus stayed, she knew she had something to talk about, but she was not in a hurry.

She sat down next to Lucius and put her hand on his arm naturally.

Lucius flicked his fingers towards House-elf. After a while, a small round table was arranged.

A simple meal for three people, incomparable to the banquet just now, a Cheese platter, a few slices of cold-cut ham, a basket of chopped Baguette, and a bottle of unopened white wine.

The three people sat down around the small round table, the fire crackled in the fireplace, the noise of the banquet subsided, and the manor's Space Expansion Charm was also removed and returned to its original size.

Lucius poured three glasses of wine, picked up one glass, and suddenly thought of something, looked at Regulus's chest. "Baruk?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the inner bag of Regulus moved, and two small amber eyes popped out from the edge of the bag, looking left and right.

When it heard someone calling its name, the spider poked its head out, put its two front legs on the edge of the bag, and made two clicking sounds at Lucius.

Then it crawled out of the inner bag, jumped on Regulus's shoulder, and continued to bang at Lucius.

It recognized him, the good wizard who provided it with food.

Lucius raised the corner of his mouth and raised his glass to it. "Long time no see."

Narcissa's eyes fell on Baruk. She had never seen Baruk himself, but she had heard Lucius mention it.

Lucius turned to Narcissa and said, "I told you, the furry little guy raised by Regulus ate several pieces of Swedish Short-Snout neck meat last time at the manor. He is a very picky eater and won't touch ordinary meat."

Narcissa looked at Baruk, and Baruk looked at Narcissa.

Eight amber eyes stared at the blond-haired woman, then made a sound, opened the chelicerae for a moment and then retracted it, looking very obedient.

Regulus chuckled, "It's saying hello to you."

Narcissa laughed, raised his hand and waved at Baruk: "Hello, Baruk."

After saying that, she found it interesting and stretched out a finger to touch its spider head. Baruk tilted her head and rubbed her fingertips.

Lucius summoned a House-elf and said indifferently, "Go and cut a plate of Swedish Short-Snout neck meat."

House-elf bowed deeply, the tip of his nose touched his knees, and disappeared with a snap.

After a while, it reappeared carrying a silver plate. On the plate were Dragon Meat cut into thin strips, with blood still seeping on the dark purple meat fibers.

Baruk ejected from Regulus's shoulders and landed on the edge of the round table. It flipped twice on its eight thin legs, picked up a Dragon Meat with its chelicerae and stuffed it into its mouth.

He ground it quickly with his mouthparts and chewed it with great concentration, without looking at anyone.

Regulus glanced at it and shook his head. His appearance was getting worse and worse.

"The outfit you are wearing today is very nice. Was it picked by Aunt Walburga?" The goblet in Narcissa's hand shook slightly, and his eyes looked back and forth at Regulus.

Regulus shrugged. "She picked it, I'm only responsible for wearing it."

Narcissa smiled, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. "She has always had good taste. She also picked out all the clothes you wore when you were a child. Once, she dressed you in a white dress. You fell down after taking two steps and crawled on your hands and feet -"

"Cousin," Regulus said expressionlessly, "I don't remember this."

This is a fabrication and a serious fabrication of facts. He has remembered every incident since he was a child, and wrestling has never happened before.

"As long as I remember," Narcissa smiled, and then turned to Lucius: "Lucius's robe today was also the tailor recommended by her. You noticed that he didn't have cufflinks, and she also picked it."

Regulus raised his glass to Lucius: "The cufflinks are good."

In fact, he didn't even notice what cufflinks Lucius was wearing today, but Narcissa specifically mentioned it, and it would be inappropriate for him not to answer.

Lucius raised his wrist and shook it, with an unserious smile on his lips, "I think I look good no matter what I wear."

Narcissa turned to look at him with a subtle expression. "You are hopeless."

"You thought I was good-looking the first day you met me." Lucius added from the side, affectionately and confidently.

Regulus looked at her sympathetically. "Has it always been like this?"

"It's always been like this," Narcissa shook his head helplessly. "It's been like this since the first day I met him."

After saying that, he turned around and glared at him, Lucius spread his hands, with that unserious smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Narcissa couldn't help it, he laughed too, reached out and patted his arm, and left his hand there after patting him.

Lucius raised his eyebrows proudly at Regulus, but Regulus didn't understand why he was so proud.

After chatting for a while, Narcissa asked about France: "Provence How is it over there? How are the people in the manor?"

"Dupont is doing a good job," Regulus inserted a piece of Cheese into his mouth. "There is a girl named Claire who is very smart. Last time Baruk wrapped her into a cocoon, she was not angry. Protective Charm has all been repaired, and the grapevines are growing better than in previous years."

Regulus picked up the wine glass, took a sip, put it down, and his eyes fell on Narcissa's face. "Cousin, do you still remember that incident in Common Room when I was in the first grade?"

Narcissa tilted his head slightly, with confusion in his eyes. "Which one?"

"Arnold·Belmont."

Narcissa's expression changed, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, and then he suddenly realized.

Belmont, this surname has disappeared from the territory of UK Pure-bloods for almost two years, but she remembers it.

She was in seventh grade Prefect at the time, and while watching Common Room from beginning to end, Arnold·Belmont jumped out to force Regulus to express her stance, and used the name Dark Lord to blackmail Heir of the Black family.

Regulus pinned Belmont to the ground with Magic and knelt all night. The next day, Belmont was taken away by Slughorn. Within a few days, the entire family was cleared out of UK, and all their property was lost.

"Belmont family is no longer in UK." Narcissa sounded confused, not understanding why Regulus suddenly mentioned this.

Regulus shook his head. "Belmont himself doesn't have that ability, he can't make that scene happen."

Lucius squinted his eyes aside.

Belmont incident was not a big news. At that time, he felt that this was a normal display of Black family's power and a reasonable revenge after being offended.

There must be someone behind Belmont. No one in the family dared to think about Black, but everyone is gone and the whole family has been kicked out. They are miserable losers and not worth worrying about.

Now Regulus has dug it out, and after the wedding, he specifically stayed to talk about it.

Regulus's tone remained unchanged. "Something happened at Welcome Party, which started this year. My cousin must have heard about it. A new student had a problem in the duel that Chief was competing for."

Narcissa's brows furrowed even more.

Slytherin's Head of New Students will compete and Pure-blood Circle will pay attention.

She did hear that a freshman took Potions, Magic Power lost control, Regulus stopped the game, and Slughorn came to take him away, but she didn't know the details.

Lucius brought the wine glass to his mouth, put it down without drinking, he knew more about this matter.

The amplification type Potions is given to a new student, causing him to lose control against Heir of the Black family in the duel for Chief. The intention is too direct.

The logic is exactly the same as Belmont incident, borrow someone else's hand to do Black family and hide behind it yourself.

Lucius looked at Regulus: "Who did it?"

Regulus did not answer directly. He looked away from Lucius's face and turned to the fireplace. The flames jumped in the hearth, and a piece of wood collapsed, splashing a few Mars.

He turned back, looked at Narcissa, then at Lucius, and his tone suddenly changed. "Lucius, do you know Greystone family?"

Narcissa was stunned, Greystone?

Lucius was also stunned, frowned, and searched quickly in his mind.

"Yorkshire, fourteenth century," before they could react, Regulus said directly, "At that time, the Magic territory in the north of Yorkshire was under the jurisdiction of Magic. The power is in their hands, and they have vassalized seven or eight small families. The Magical Creatures trade and dragon bone raw material channels in the entire north are all on their territory, and they have an exclusive supply contract with the goblin tribe in the north."

He went on to say, "Later, I became enemies with Lancaster family, and a contract was issued. Within twenty-eight days, the manor was burned, the vassals dispersed, the bloodline was cut off, and not even a cemetery was left."

After finishing speaking, he smacked his lips and said, "What a pity."

Narcissa's eyelashes trembled.

Greystone, Lancaster, twenty-eight days, these words are tied together in the history of Pureblood families.

Serious History of Magic classes don't teach these, but every old Pureblood families's Study has a set of UK Pure-bloods's rise and fall records.

Which families rose up in which century, and which families died in which century? The reason for the demise was whether the bloodline was cut off, or whether they were defeated and swallowed up.

The oldest rule of war between Family Vengeance Contract, Pure-bloods, no one has used it for hundreds of years, but it has never been abolished.

Lucius lowered his head slightly and stared at a certain point on the tablecloth.

Regulus looked at the expressions of the two people, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

The line Geoffrey·Selwyn is difficult to trace. The memory has been manipulated, and the direct clue is broken.

But who was Belmont family close to and under whose orders when UK was UK? It would not be troublesome for Malfoy family to investigate such things.

"During the holidays, Black family will make a move," Regulus said in a relaxed and casual tone, "Let me tell you."

The small round table fell into silence.

Narcissa looked at Regulus's face.

After Belmont incident, not even the slightest news came out about who was behind it. This level of sealing will not be bad.

Her chest rose and fell, and her eyes moved from Regulus to Lucius. Lucius also looked at Narcissa, and their eyes met.

Lucius's hand moved from the table to cover the back of Narcissa's hand. He pressed it lightly and Narcissa held his hand with his backhand.

Neither of them spoke, but everything was confirmed.

Regulus looked at them, drank the last sip of wine, and put the cup on the table.

Baruk stuffed the last Dragon Meat into his mouth, scraped the edge of the silver plate twice with his chelicerae, and found it was empty. He raised his spider head and looked at the three people, then silently crawled to Regulus's hand and lay down.

Regulus stood up. "Let's go."

Baruk crawled up his shoulders along the sleeves, stretched out its eight legs, and lay down steadily. The spider turned its head, waved its front legs at Lucius and Narcissa, and made a slight clicking sound with its chelicerae.

Lucius and Narcissa also stood up, and the three of them walked towards the Entrance Hall, their shadows reflected on the marble floor.

When they arrived at the door, Narcissa helped Regulus adjust his collar and said softly, "Pay attention to safety."

Regulus patted the back of his hand.

Lucius reached out and Regulus took hold.

He patted Regulus on the shoulder with his other hand. "If you need anything, let me know."

Regulus nodded. "Okay."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the porch, stood on the steps of the Malfoy Manor, looked back at the two people, his tone was very serious, very sincere, and with very sincere concern in his eyes. "Go to bed early tonight."

Narcissa rolled his eyes, then laughed to himself, his eyes turning a little red as he smiled.

Lucius's expression was very subtle. The corners of his mouth were raised, his eyebrows were raised, and his hands were spread out.

Regulus turned around, took a step, and disappeared.

Only two people, Lucius and Narcissa, were left at the gate of the manor.

Narcissa looked at the position where Regulus disappeared, and the night wind blew her blond hair to the left.

Lucius put his arm around her shoulders and gently pressed his palms on her shoulders.

Narcissa leaned her face on his shoulder, the two of them stood for a moment, then turned around and walked into the white-gold light.