Sirius Black of Slytherin

"Deep down, you long for Gryffindor? Trust me, Slytherin suits you better..." Sirius hesitated, but did not object. He heard the Sorting Hat shout: "Slytherin!" Just as expected! Sirius irritably pulled off the Sorting Hat and headed for the Slytherin table. Deep down, resentment roared within him. When he saw the empty seat at the head of the Slytherin table, his resentment reached its peak. He knew that seat was reserved for him, Sirius Black, heir to the Black family. He hated that people saw not Sirius, but the heir to the Black family. That frustration made him want to throw manners to the wind, run back to the dais, put the Sorting Hat on again, and tell it he wanted to go to Gryffindor. But when he thought of his parents, he could no longer bring himself to rebel. He knew very well what a blow it would be to the Blacks, a family of Death Eaters, if he chose Gryffindor. Perhaps the Sirius Black of the past would not have cared, but Li Xi, who had recovered his memories from his previous life, could not help caring. Thinking of his previous life, all the struggle and hesitation vanished from Sirius's eyes. A careless smile curved his lips, and his captivating, peach-blossom eyes held an arrogance that had sunk into his bones. He strolled lazily toward the empty seat at the head of the table and sat down casually. His movements were not exactly a perfect display of aristocratic etiquette, yet they were full of such arrogance and elegance that no one could look away. P.S. In his previous life, Sirius was a textbook rich second-generation heir, the kind who could do nothing but spend money, get into fights, and cause trouble. He was only 17 when he died, and had never read Harry Potter. P.P.S. The story focuses on the receiving partner. Pairing: Voldemort X Sirius.