HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Regulus chatted with his mother for a long time before covering her with the white cloth again. He showed a light and gentle smile to Aphra.

"Let's go up and talk to him."

Avro nodded, "Yeah."

When going upstairs, Aphra comforted Regulus, "No matter how she is, she will always be with you... Of course, you are living well now, and you should live happily."

"I will." Regulus said with a smile, "Pay attention to the steps."

Going up to the fifth floor, Regulus found Sirius standing at the door of his room.

Sirius turned around when he heard the noise.

Seeing Regulus again, Sirius' inner defenses still collapsed.

"Lei...you're here." Sirius licked his lips, "Let's talk about what's going on."

Avro blinked, these two brothers are so awkward, I hope they can open up.

"Come into my room."

Regulus stared lovingly at the small wooden sign hanging on his door, feeling extremely nostalgic.

He lovingly stroked the small wooden sign he had left behind during his rebellious period, and then touched the ashes in his hand.

"..." He fell silent.

"Sorry, I haven't cleaned it up for a long time. It may be a little dirty." Sirius suppressed a smile, and the atmosphere here became more relaxed.

"Maybe you are lazy." Regulus complained mercilessly to Sirius and opened the door to his room.

"No," Sirius retorted seriously, and the two of them talked back like they did when they were children, "I respect your privacy, so I didn't enter your room or touch your things."

Sirius and Aphra followed into the room. The room was dusty, with two brooms leaning against the wall, and heavy dust on the bed, sofa, and desk.

Sirius didn't feel guilty about this.

"You're talking nonsense." Regulus pointed out, "I put this photo album in the drawer, not on the table."

Sirius looked in the direction he pointed, feeling a little guilty, "Really? You have a good memory... Then I come in and check to see if there are any thieves. Isn't it normal?"

"I lied to you," Regulus smiled slyly when he saw that Sirius had admitted and his plot had succeeded, "I have been dead for so many years, of course I can't remember where I put my photo album."

"..." Sirius held back his anger.

"It seems that someone has lived for so many years without making any progress." Regulus said in a great mood, pursuing the victory.

"Yes." After using magic to clean up the photo album, Avro nodded and answered naturally:

"He has been in Azkaban for more than ten years. If he is not crazy, he is pretty good. How can he make any progress?"

Regulus's smile disappeared.

"But Rael, you've been dead for so many years, but you still have a bright mind."

Sirius' smile disappeared as well.

Avro's two words made the two Blakes depressed. She pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth, "Ah, I'm sorry, you won't be poked in a sad place, right?"

"How is that possible?" Sirius retorted subconsciously.

Regulus also crossed his arms, "I don't." He didn't feel sorry for this bastard brother.

"Really?" Avro put the photo album upright in front of the two of them. She opened the first page, which showed the scene of two little carrot heads hugging each other. She opened the second and third pages until the last page of the album. It was two young men standing together.

Similar black hair, similar gray eyes, one was unruly and making faces, while the other stood obediently, shaking his head helplessly at the lively boy.

Avro closed the photo album and placed it on the table again.

Regulus turned away and said nothing.

Sirius sighed helplessly, then took Regulus into his arms and hugged him tightly, patting Regulus on the back.

"My dear brother, don't be sad. No matter what conflicts there were in the past... we are lucky to be here now."

Sirius was not good at such sensational words, so he could only pat Regulus on the back.

Regulus lay in his arms, just twitching and silent, still choking.

"You're almost done, why are you still sensationalizing!" Sirius was speechless, but he still held Regulus softly.

"No, it's not..." Regulus struggled to break away from Sirius, "You slapped me so hard that I couldn't breathe!"

Sirius pulled back his hand in embarrassment and whistled nonchalantly, "Really?"

"..." Avro rolled her eyes at them both, and silently conjured three stools, "Sit down, Rael, and tell me your story."

"Did you all call Rey?" Sirius asked suspiciously, "Why should I be Rey and I be Mr. Black when I go to his place?"

"Well...because he is young and beautiful." Avro said wildly.

"It's true that I'm not young, but I'm also pretty." Sirius crossed his legs and gave Avro a wink.

Avro pretended not to see it and looked down at the ground.

It's over, no more charm. Sirius thought sadly.

Regulus briefly talked about his experience and what happened in the past few days.

Sirius grimaced, no longer happy.

He really didn't know how to face his brother.

Regulus was so brave, but he had always felt that he was a stubborn, misguided fool.

"Thunder-" Sirius stood up with his arms spread out, and Regulus stretched out his hand to block it expressionlessly.

"I declined."

"Okay." Sirius silently sat back on the stool with a well-behaved look on his face.

Avro smiled slightly, thinking of herself and her sisters. Fortunately, she didn't have any disagreements with her sisters. In fact, even if she did, she would be willing to give in. What kind of hatred or grudges can't be resolved between relatives?

Avro lamented that the Black brothers were reunited, and they seemed to be filled with pink bubbles.

"Brother, are you okay living at home alone?" Regulus asked with a smile.

"It's okay, but when you come back, I'll tidy up your room for you, and the house will be more lively."

"By the way, brother. Why not let Kreacher take care of it? Where's Kreacher, why didn't you see it?" Regulus asked expectantly.

"..." Sirius was silent, and so was Avro, because she was the one who made the suggestion, and Sirius happily accepted it.

"This...how should I tell you?"

Two minutes later, Sirius Black burst out of the window on his broomstick, followed by an angry Regulus Black.

"..." Avro stared at the broken window, silently took out the wand and cast it back to normal.

Half an hour later, the Black brothers stood outside the window and stared pitifully at Aphra inside the room, making some kind of mouth movements, not knowing what they were saying to beg for mercy.