“Bellatrix?… Bellatrix!”
A familiar voice kept calling a familiar name, and at the same time, Han Rui slowly came to his senses.
Not far away, a somewhat familiar young girl was shouting something while looking over with concern.
For a moment, a flood of memories seemed to surge up instantly, dazing him slightly, but he quickly recovered.
“It’s nothing, Narcissa, I’m just a bit tired for a moment.”
Before he could react, familiar muscle memory took over and answered the girl’s concern.
“Alright then…” Seeing “his” expression return to its initial calmness, the girl named Narcissa put aside her worries, “Father is calling us down, tidy up and come down!”
With that, she turned and walked down, leaving the space to him.
Leaning back against the bed, he finally had time to think about what had happened.
He clearly remembered that the second before, he was still at home writing novels, complaining that readers didn’t know how to appreciate them, and the next second he arrived here, and was called Bellatrix by the girl…
Wait, how could the name Bellatrix possibly be a man’s name!
Could it be!
He hurriedly wanted to find a mirror; fortunately, in the corner of the Room, there was a tall dressing mirror.
But upon seeing the person in the mirror, he froze in place.
In the mirror was a dark-haired girl with large, sharp eyes and high cheekbones, looking somewhat difficult to get along with.
Because of her daze, much of her sharp aura was softened.
She was dressed in a Black little formal dress, looking just like a medieval noble girl.
However, she looked somewhat familiar, as if he had once been somewhat familiar with a girl of this image.
Could it be a character from some movie?
He smiled self-deprecatingly, but the next second he couldn’t smile anymore.
He ruffled his hair and then made a frenzied expression.
Suddenly, he saw what the girl in the mirror would look like as an adult—that famous madwoman in Harry Potter, Bellatrix Black, no, later she should be called Bellatrix Lestrange.
Lord Voldemort’s most loyal follower!
He lost control of himself for a moment and collapsed onto the floor.
After a long while, he came to his senses.
He had transmigrated, not only into the world of Harry Potter, but specifically into the body of that madwoman whose mental state seemed somewhat abnormal, or rather, possessed by a love brain.
But as the memories in his mind gradually cleared, he seemed to have no choice but to accept all this.
Because the biggest problem right now was not this at all, but rather that the House of Black was an unadulterated Dark Arts family in the magical world of Harry Potter.
Even the Malfoy family, common turncoats appearing in the novels, was nothing more than a little brother in this regard.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t care less about the issue of gender.
If it were discovered that he had replaced the eldest daughter of this generation’s family, then the ending…
He couldn’t help shivering.
At that time, death might even be a blessing for him.
No, from now on he was her; she had to forget her past and truly become Bellatrix.
She remembered what Narcissa had called her earlier, and she hurriedly got up to tidy up the hair and clothing she had just messed up.
In her memory, she had been taught since childhood to maintain elegant aristocratic etiquette, and although today was just a family gathering, it still could not be underestimated.
Otherwise…
Fortunately, for some reason, she did these things very smoothly—could it be muscle memory?
But she was really grateful for this muscle memory.
A few minutes later, looking at the noble and elegant girl in the mirror who had recovered, she curved her lips and revealed the arrogant expression from her memory.
She lifted the hem of her skirt to keep the freshly tidied skirt from dragging on the ground.
Then she slowly walked downstairs.
Looking around, almost everyone was present, and many were familiar figures from her memory, except for one person who hadn’t appeared—Sirius Black.
Or rather, to use a familiar title, Sirius.
While greeting everyone, she still had time to think.
It seemed that Sirius’s rebellious personality had been deeply ingrained to the bone from the very beginning.
Not long after she went downstairs, Cygnus Black, who was her father, walked up to her, “Bellatrix, what’s wrong? Why are you down so late!”
The man spoke very slowly, even carrying a certain cadence unique to nobility, but from it she still detected a hint of dissatisfaction.
Bellatrix hurriedly wanted to explain, but recalling her personality and way of speaking in her memories, she simply picked up her fan to cover her mouth and gave a light chuckle.
“Father, no matter what, we must maintain the dignity of the House of Black, mustn’t we?”
Seemingly answering nothing at all, Cygnus Black nonetheless nodded with satisfaction.
“Note it for next time, Bellatrix, I don’t hope it’s like this next time…”
His words trailed off, but Bellatrix understood and also turned serious, “That is also what I think!”
As soon as the words fell, a reckless little boy rushed in from outside.
Seeing people whispering about something in the Room, his expression stiffened, and his movements became much smaller.
But his recklessness still made the man in the center of the Room frown.
“Sirius, get back to your Room! Tidy yourself up before coming down. What kind of appearance is this.”
Unsurprisingly, that man should be the current head of the House of Black—Orion Black.
Sirius’s body shuddered, with an unwilling expression, and he walked back to his Room.
As the door closed, Orion Black gave a light clap of his hands, and the whole place quieted down.
Then, the atmosphere became solemn, and everyone began to stand together in family units.
“Why everyone is here today, I suppose you all have some guesses, so I won’t talk nonsense here.”
Then he took out his wand, muttered a spell silently, and the whole house seemed to undergo some kind of change.
“I have activated the wards of our ancestral home, and now I will begin talking about today’s matter.”
“Ever since the brief peace we gained after the war between Dumbledore and Grindelwald more than a decade ago, new changes have now appeared.”
“There is a man calling himself Lord Voldemort who has been plotting something behind the scenes ever since graduating from Hogwarts, and after Grindelwald was locked up, the followers have also been scheming in secret. We need to make preparations early…”
Everyone had their own news channels and had a vague understanding of these things, but having everything laid out so bluntly still made people unable to help discussing it in low voices with close friends and relatives.
“I have a hunch that this storm might be much larger than imagined.”
“We still need to prepare this time. Following past conventions, we need to wait and see what happens first, but at the same time place secret bets to ensure the continuation of the House of Black as much as possible.”