Now, only Narcissa and Cyrius were left in the hall.

Narcissa lowered her head and looked at the cousin she had hated in her previous life.

He, too, cocked his head a little and stared at her like a puppy, as though he would burst into tears if Narcissa said anything harsh.

Narcissa sighed.

She pulled at her hair, feeling a headache coming on.

To be honest, in this life, she really did not want to have too much contact with Cyrius Black.

Narcissa did not remember if she had seen Cyrius when he was so young in her previous life.

Her first memory of Cyrius was after she had become a student of the Hogwarts.

At that time, her father, Signas, had been invited to visit 12 Grimmauld Plaza with the three sisters. When they came out of the fireplace, they saw Aunt Walbuga lecturing Cyrius.

Seeing them come, Aunt Walbuga stopped lecturing and greeted them with a smile.

Narcissa looked curiously at her cousin, whom Aunt Walbuga called 'rebellious'. His head was lowered, and no one knew what he was thinking. Then, when Aunt Walbuga called him over to salute them, he suddenly raised his head and glared at Narcissa and the others. Without saluting them, he turned and ran upstairs. Then, there was a loud bang of the door slamming.

Aunt Walbuga smiled awkwardly at them and turned to call Regulus, who was sitting obediently on the side. Regulus obediently saluted them, and the adults continued to talk and laugh.

From then on, Narcissa did not have a good impression of Cyrius.

But because she had already started school, she did not have much interaction with Cyrius.

Then, just before Cyrius entered school, her father, Signas, called her and Andomida to the study and told them to take care of their cousin in school.

"Cyrius is a rebellious child. Your Aunt Walbuga is worried that he will be ostracized by everyone in Slytherin.

If you can take care of him in school, do your best to take care of him. "Narcissa remembered her father saying.

But no one expected that during the school assignment, the assignment hat would assign Cyrius to Gryffindor, which was the opposite of the Black family.

When Narcissa heard this, she threw the cup in her hand.

She looked at Andolida. Andolida wasn't any better. She was also dumbfounded.

But Cyrius was not at all upset or shocked. Instead, he seemed excited. He tossed the assignment hat aside and ran to Gryffindor's freshmen table. He sat beside a boy with messy hair, glasses, and a roguish smile.

The boy gestured for Cyrius to sit, and naturally hooked his arm around Cyrius' shoulder. He raised the cup beside him with his other hand.

Narcissa watched as they clinked their cups happily, and then both of them laughed.

Narcissa really didn't know what to eat. She felt that all the pure-blooded Slytherin family members were staring at her and Andomida, who were sitting in Slytherin's table like needles. She even heard someone whisper disdainfully, "Scum." Or someone whisper, "Even the 'Forever Pure' Black has fallen?"

Narcissa felt like she couldn't lift her head. Lucius, who was still sitting beside her, reached out to hug her. He then raised his head and swept a warning glance at all the Slytherin students. The students were pressured by his gaze, and all of them fell silent.

But Narcissa knew that Cyrius's' stain 'would never be washed away.

Everything that happened after that happened as a matter of course.

Aunt Walbuga sent a threatening letter, saying that if Cyrius didn't transfer to another hospital, he would be expelled.

But Cyrius still did as he pleased.

Regulus also enrolled in Slytherin College in the second year, washing away some of the 'shame' of the Black family.

In another year, Narcissa would graduate.

She didn't pay much attention to her two cousins.

Later, in the sixth grade, Cyrius officially had a falling out with his family. He went to live with the Potter family and joined the Order of the Phoenix.

Aunt Walbuga was so angry that she directly removed his name from the Black family. Thus, he became the second person in their generation whose name was erased from the family tree.

The next time she heard about him was when he was imprisoned in Azkaban for murdering Muggles. Finally, Narcissa heard Beira casually say that she had gotten rid of the 'traitor' and wiped away the stain on the Black family.

Narcissa briefly thought about her interactions with Cyrius in her previous life.

She lowered her head and looked at Cyrius, who was looking at her.

Cyrius looked at her for a long time without speaking. His eyes were already filled with tears, but he still stubbornly raised his head and bit his lip. He looked at her, unwilling to show weakness.

Narcissa sighed softly in her heart again.

The previous life was the previous life. In this life, he was only a four-year-old child.

Narcissa thought about Draco, who always pestered her for hugs and kisses when he was four years old, and her heart softened.

She reached out and rubbed Cyrius's short black curly hair. She squatted down and softened her tone, saying to him, "Cyrius, how about big sister take you for a walk?

Is there anything you want to play? "

Cyrius blinked and looked at Narcissa blankly.

Then he wiped his tears and gave Narcissa a big smile. "Big sister."

Narcissa coaxed him patiently. "I'm Narcissa. You can call me big sister Sissy."

"Big sister, big sister Sissy." Cyrius happily called out to Narcissa over and over again.

Then he threw himself on her and hugged her thighs.

"Big sister, hug ~"

So how did things develop to this point?

When Narcissa came back to her senses, she had already brought Cyrius, who was glued to her side, to the greenhouse of Black Manor.

Cyrius was like a moving 'hundred thousand whys'. Fortunately, Narcissa had been a mother in her previous life, so she was not at all impatient.

"Big sister Sissy, this flower is so beautiful. It's silver-white, like the crescent moon in the sky.

What's it called? "

"That's not a flower, it's its leaves.

It's called moonlight grass. It's one of the main ingredients for making enhancers. It's also a good plant for gardening. "

"This looks like celery. Aiya, why does it taste weird?"

"That's mugwort. It can be used to make life-death water.

And Cyrius, don't touch these flowers and plants. Some of them are poisonous! "

Before Narcissa could finish, she heard Cyrius call out to her. "Big sister, big sister, come and look at this.

What's this cool thing? "

Narcissa looked over. Small green leaves grew into a cluster.

"Oh, that's peppermint.

It can be used to make Euphoria. "

"Euphoria?

What's that?

Is it a magic potion that makes people happy when they drink it? "

"You can say that.

Euphoria is a magic potion that makes people feel happy when they drink it.

But it's just a magic potion. It can't bring true happiness.

If you take too much, you'll drown in this soft happiness and become addicted to the 'Euphoria'. "

Cyrius stared blankly at the peppermint in his hand. The smile on his face disappeared.

A sadness that didn't match his age appeared on his face. "Big sister Sissy, I really want to drink some Euphoria."

"Why?" Narcissa didn't understand. "Is there something that makes you unhappy?"

"Big sister, are we different from other people?"

"What?" Narcissa didn't understand. "What do you mean by 'different'?"

"A few days ago, I snuck out of the house.

My parents wouldn't take me to Diagon Alley, so I was going to see it myself.

But I got lost. I don't know how I ended up in a dirty place. The house was made of broken bricks, and it looked old. There was a small river next to it, but the water was dirty, black, and full of rubbish. "Cyrius said." There was no one around, and I was scared.

But I seemed to have smelled the bitter taste of the potion my mother had fed me when I had broken my bones the last time.

Thus, I followed the smell of the magic potion.

I saw a skinny woman crying on the ground. Opposite her was a tall, dirty, and crazy-looking man. He was holding a wine bottle and was about to smash it on a child's head!

The child looked younger than me! "

Siris crushed the peppermint leaves in his hand and smelled them. He continued, "I was just about to rush up and stop the man, but before I could shout, the beer bottle shattered right above the child's head. The glass shards floated above the child's head and didn't hurt him.

"I was even angrier. That was a little wizard!

How could that man hurt him?

I was going to rush out and teach the man a lesson, but my mother came and held me back.

I was about to ask her to help me teach that man a lesson, but before I could say anything, she glanced at the messy scene and laughed disdainfully. Then, she used the door key to bring me home.

The moment she took me away, I could still hear the man cursing 'monster' and the woman's sobbing.

"When we got home, my father and mother gave me a good scolding.

But my mother didn't say anything about the little wizard who had been tortured.

When they stopped scolding me, I asked my mother, 'What happened to the little wizard?'

"My mother paused for a moment, and asked me, 'What little wizard?'

I said, 'The one who was beaten by the bad man. He's so pitiful. Let's go and save him.'

"Mother, however, rolled her eyes and said coldly, 'Oh, that muddy bastard.

It doesn't matter. Mudbloods should be dirty and smelly like that.

What kind of wizard is a mudblood? '

"I thought my mother hadn't noticed, so I hurriedly said to her, 'That's a little wizard!

I saw it!

He has magical power. '

"Then my father joined in. He said, 'Cyrius, as your mother said, mudbloods aren't like us.

We can't lower ourselves to be with them.

They were born from Muggles and belong to the Muggles. What does it have to do with us if the Muggles reject them?

Don't mention it again. Your mother is right. '

"But I clearly saw," Cyrius threw away the crushed mint leaf in his hand and turned to Narcissa, "that 'mudblood' is no different from me. We both have two eyes and a mouth. And we're different from the Muggles. We both have magical power.

So sister Sissy, what's the difference between us? "

Narcissa didn't know how to answer him.

When she was a child in her previous life, she had been taught the same thing. She had always scoffed at 'mudbloods'.

She was like that, Lucius was like that, and Draco was like that, influenced by her and Lucius.

Until the second failure of the Unspeakable Demon, when she was running around trying to help Lucius and Draco get off the hook, the little witch from the Muggles, Hermione Granger, helped her a lot.

She told Narcissa that she helped her because she was thankful that she had given them some food and water when they were tortured by Voldemort at Malfoy Manor. She was also thankful that both she and Draco had tricked Voldemort and saved her and Harry's lives.

It was then that Narcissa really began to think about the problem.

What was the difference between mudbloods and purebred wizards?

She thought about it for a long time and finally understood.

It was because of profit.

The purebred wizards used to monopolize all the resources in the wizarding world. However, there were only a limited number of old wizard families, and the Muggles wizards continued to enter the wizarding world.

In order to ensure the absolute power of the purebred wizards, the purebred wizards began to work together to exclude the mudbloods and even the mixed-blood wizards.

However, as time passed, the number of purebred wizards dwindled, while the number of mixed-blood and mudbloods increased. The rise of the mixed-blood and mudbloods was inevitable.

This was why she told Draco that as long as he was happy, she would give him her blessings no matter who he married in the future.

Cyrius saw that Narcissa didn't answer his question for a long time and thought that she didn't know either. He shook Narcissa's arm and said, "Sister Sissy, it's okay if you don't know.

But, can you help me save that little Magus? "

Narcissa was still immersed in her thoughts. She answered without thinking, "Um … okay.

Who is it? "

"I don't know." Cyrius thought for a moment. "It's a little wizard younger than me. He's dirty and doesn't cry or make a fuss.

He covered his head with his hands, so I didn't see what he looked like. "

Narcissa came back to her senses and found it funny. "You don't even know what he looks like. How am I supposed to save him?"

"Um … The kid looks like he has black hair. He's wearing a tattered shirt with a lot of patches on it.

And … "Cyrius racked his brain. Suddenly, he thought of something and his eyes lit up." Right, there are a lot of abandoned chimneys and some wooden looms. They should be easy to find. "

Dilapidated brick houses, dirty rivers, big chimneys, looms …

Narcissa's mind flashed with an image, but she didn't catch it.

Narcissa instinctively squatted down and held Cyrius's arm tightly with her left hand. "What did you say?

What does the kid look like? "

Cyrius felt pain from her grip and shrank back. "He's a black-haired boy. He's dressed like Kreacher.

And … and there's a big stone mill next to their house, but there's no horse or grain. "

Abandoned stone mill, black hair.