Harry Potter Platinum Glory

1979, winter, London.

Pure white snow fell silently from the sky, and the streets of Grimmauld Place were already covered with thick snow.

The faces of the surrounding houses are gloomy, and they look like they are thousands of miles away. Some houses had broken windows, gleaming bleakly in streetlights, many doors had peeling paint, and several had rubbish piles on their front steps. The silence was a little noisy from the faint rumbling of the stereo from the upstairs windows of a recent house.

With a "bang", a tall, thin figure fell into the snow out of thin air. There were no footprints around, only a sunken pit. It was a pale man with jade-like hair and chillingly cold gray pupils. He ran his slender fingers across the cheek of the baby in his arms and sighed.

"Regulus also betrayed me, but I still need the loyalty of the Black family, Augustus, I accept you as my godson, I hope your Black family will not betray my trust again."

There was coldness in his sigh.

At this time, an even more bizarre thing happened. The wall between No. 11 and No. 1 of Grimmauld Place was like a plant pulling out/pulling out to the end when it was growing, pulling out/pulling out an old mansion sandwiched in the middle, 1 Grimmauld Place.

Pale and cold man strides to the door steps, standing in front of a scratched, black lacquered door, draws/draws a yew wand from his cloak and waves it at the doorknob in the shape of a coiled serpent. After a while, the old door creaked open, and it was pitch-dark and dusty everywhere.

The walls with peeling wallpaper and the shabby and dirty carpet made him frown. The man walked into the mansion with the baby in his arms, and the door behind him slammed shut.

A gigantic portrait of Mrs. Walgabe Black on the foyer wall was awakened, and she let out a terrified cry that made the man's brows furrow even more.

At this point, Mrs. Black's portrait also calmed down. "Darlord!" She was blocked by two hanging black velvet curtains, which were covered with insect eyes. . "What about Aegwynn and Regulus? Why didn't they come to see me?"

"Aegwynn is dead, there are too many Aurors, and the chaotic spell created an explosion." The man's narrow eyes glowed with cold light, his tone was flat, and then he became fierce, "And Regulus, he betrayed me. ."

"Regulus! Is he going to turn his back on the glory of pure blood too! I'm going to expel him from the family! Excluded!" Mrs. Black felt like she had been slapped, her eyes were rolling, and she became Not normal, and began to scream shrilly. "Aegwynn is dead too! Black is gone! The oldest noble Black family is gone!"

"Calm down, Volgabe, I brought Augustus." The pale man looked at the sleeping baby's face and said, "August Black, he is the child of Aegwynn and Diana, and he will inherit Black's glory."

"..." Black's mansion fell silent for a second. In the other awakened portraits, the movements of Blake's ancestors all stalemate at the moment when they probed their brains.

"...what are you talking about?" Mrs. Black stopped screaming, her mouth/baw opened in disbelief and forgot to close. She looked at the baby in the man's arms, her expression gradually softened and calm, and her eyes gradually became gentle. "Is this Aegwynn's child?"

"Yes, he is also my godson." The man said calmly. If it wasn't for his self-talk just now, everyone would think that he truly loves this child.

"Oh...oh..." Mrs. Black was obviously overexcited. She thought that the Black family could no longer be passed on, but now there is new hope. The ups and downs made her forget how to speak.

At this time, Phineas Nigellus Black, who had just returned from the Hogwarts portrait, spoke, and the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history squeezed into Mrs. Black's frame.

"With all due respect, darklord, this child's mother is Diana? We have never thought of Diana as a pure blood, and we have never heard of a pure blood with the surname "Haywins"! We in the Black family have been for generations. Pure blood, our family motto of Black is 'forever pure'!" When it comes to the blood inheritance of the Black family, the old principal seemed very cautious, and the surrounding portraits also looked nervous.

"It's not as serious as you think, old Mr. Black." The cold man spoke without hesitation, "Hawins is not Diana's real surname, she is the last descendant of the Salas family. "

While talking, the man waved his wand, causing a huge change in the entire abandoned house. After a while, the mansion of the Black family regained its own charm. The powerful magic makes the general magic such as "clean up" and "repair as before" show amazing effects.

The disturbed magical creatures fled quickly. Such a clean and bright place is no longer suitable for them to live in. A few foxes ran out of the curtains and were immediately given "disappearance".

Pulling back the luxurious velvet drapery, a life-size portrait of Mrs. Blake, wearing a black hat and pale skin, was seen again. The old headmaster, who was huddled in the same portrait as her, was delighted, "That cursed family Salas? That's awesome! I'm sure this kid will bring back the glory of the Black family! Augustus? That's a really good name!" "

"Kreacher! Kreacher, where are you hiding!" Mrs. Black was also excited, she called Kreacher's name, waiting for the old house elf to respond to her.

A house-elf with a dirty rag around his waist appeared in the hall with a bang with a broken broom. He looked very old, and he seemed to have several times more skin than his body actually needed. Although his head was bald like all house-elves, there were a lot of white hairs growing out of those big bat-like ears.

"Kreacher heard the voice of the mistress, oh, and the honorable guest! May I ask what you ordered." He bowed deeply, his bloodshot eyes watery and gray.

The man hands the baby into its hands. "Kreacher, this is Aegwynn's child Augustus, take care of him."

"Little master Augustus is so beautiful. Like Master Aegwynn, he has the most noble blood of the Black family." Kreacher carefully held the baby and whispered in admiration. For him, the inheritance of the Black family was the most important thing. The blood of the Black family is the most noble.

"Dear guest, please rest assured. Kreacher will definitely take good care of Augustus young master." Kreacher lightly carried the baby up to the second floor, put him in the luxurious bedroom that has been renovated, and returned to continue listening to the girl. Master's orders.

After another explanation, the cold man still had something to rush back, so he ended the conversation with the portraits of Black's family, pushed open the door of Black's ancestral house, and disappeared into the ice and snow.

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