Popular Web NovelsChapter 558 Leo StarsChapter 558 Stars in Leo
The night is already deep.
No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Blake's old house.
Loren walked up the old wooden stairs to the top floor. After exiting the stairs, he turned left and stopped at the door of the second bedroom. He raised his head and glanced at the house number.
A small, square sign was nailed to it. The workmanship was rough. The person who nailed the sign was probably not satisfied, so he revised it several times. There were deep scratches on the paint underneath, and there were delicate carvings around the wooden sign. The pattern and the handwritten letters are very neat:
"No entry without my express permission
Regulus Arcturus Black"
Loren withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and tapped, waiting for a few seconds After a few seconds, he pushed the door open and entered.
Crossing the threshold, what comes into view is a quaint and old bedroom. The main colors of Slytherin House's silver and green cover the bed, walls and windows. The Black family crest and the motto "Forever Pure" are carefully engraved on the bedside. There are many yellowed briefing papers piled up beside the bed, glued into an irregular collage, covered with dust, and it is difficult to see what the specific image is.
The bed was simply cleaned and looked much brighter. Regulus's body lay quietly on the bed, having changed into a neat set of clothes. However, the skin that had been swollen due to long-term soaking in water lost its elasticity, and the shape of the muscles seemed to be made of clay. The face is strange and inelastic.
There are three living people in the room.
"You're finally here, Loren, I thought... I thought..."
Sirius' lips moved, but he didn't say the second half of the sentence, and he rubbed his brows tiredly , "Come and see this damn curse of the Inferi, it always controls Regulus's body, making him never rest in peace!"
He used to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and knew how to It can deal with the Inferi, but is not good at "healing" them, and seems a bit weak when dealing with curses.
Loren seemed not to have heard the first half of his sentence and asked calmly: "Mrs. Weasley encountered a Boggart at the top of the stairs, so she was delayed for a while. How is the situation?"
" It's not very good. I have to use a binding spell to calm him down..."
Bill, who once worked as a curse-breaker at Gringotts, was half-crouching by the window, and the wand in his hand emitted a faint silver light. Light, that pure brilliance fell on the pale and swollen arm of the Inferi, making a slight hissing sound and stirring up a few wisps of putrid and unpleasant vapor. The arm shriveled up like a deflated ball.
"[Tornado Sweep]"
Bill swept the unpleasant vapor out of the window, restrained the light of the tip of the staff, and shook his head solemnly, "It's been too long, Sirius , the curse has soaked into every part of his body, and even the marrow is flowing with vicious magic. I can't peel off the curse without damaging the body."
Lupine, who was leaning on the bedpost, glanced at Sirius. His face, which was no longer young but still handsome, was full of pain and exhaustion. This was an expression that could not be seen at all when he was studying, and he said softly: " After the Inferi riots occurred in Brooklyn, New York last year, the Magical Congress of the United States of America organized relevant research. The blood of unicorns has a certain purifying effect on the Inferi curse, but it is very weak. The curse of the Inferi only flows in the blood..."
Lu Ping sighed, patted his shoulder, and whispered: "Cremate him, Sirius. This is also a relief for him. If he can learn about it in the world of the dead, I will also agree to this."
"..."
Sirius' lips trembled a few times, took a deep breath to calm down, and turned his hopeful eyes to Loren.
On the way here, Loren already had the answer in his mind, but when he saw the miserable corpse on the bed, he sighed silently and took a few steps forward to check on the condition of the Inferi.
Pressing on the inside of the pale and swollen arm, the soaked muscles immediately sunk and did not regain their shape after a long time, showing no elasticity. It has been more than ten hours since it was fished out of the lake, and the limbs of the Inferi are still bitingly cold, much lower than room temperature.
The wand was pressed against the chest of the Inferi, and a warm magic power penetrated through the skin. There was no blood in his body, and only the cursed lake was left. The magic power fell into the heart that had been stagnant for decades, thinking It wanted to spread to the whole body through the blood vessels, but was quickly washed away by the ominous aura.
Bill's eyes lit up when he saw it. This idea of using blood circulation to solve the curse is very inspiring. If combined with the methods of solving the curse that he has learned in the past, it should save a lot of effort.
Loren put away his wand and shook his head: "I can't help it..."
Sirius's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to look at the face that was different from the one in his memory. , with a hard voice: "I know."
"..."
Outside the window, the sickle moon hanging diagonally on the treetops has only a thin tail, which is cold and dim. Fortunately, the night sky in late summer is clear and there is no cloud cover, and a faint silvery glow can still be seen. . In the center of the Leo galaxy, Regulus is quietly blooming with blue and white brilliance. It is a star that symbolizes compassion and kindness.
...
There is no dim and flickering candlelight, no melancholy music, and there are also no flowers such as white lilies and roses. As the second son of the Blake family, Regulus Actu Les Black's funeral was quiet, even quiet.
Without guests, a Death Eater's funeral is not suitable for inviting members of the Order of the Phoenix. A rebel who died fighting Voldemort is also not suitable for inviting his old friends... except for temporary residence in this house. A group of people were waiting, but no one else received the news.
In the foyer of the old house, two rows of candles were floating quietly in the air, and the flickering lights illuminated the corridor. The dark curtains that had been closed for a long time were now opened. The mean and shrewd old woman inside rarely shouted or screamed. Swearing, there was no hysteria, but he stood silently in the center of the frame, looking at the urn not far away with a dazed expression.
The extremely old house elf huddled behind the curtain, holding a small locket tightly in his hand. Tears kept rolling out of his huge eyes, soaking the curtain. .
Dumbledore stood behind the main table, and his solemn voice echoed in the house:
"Regulus Arcturus Black, an outstanding young man His politeness and gentleness left a deep impression on us. He shouldered his responsibilities to the family. He loved his brother and his family... He once made a wrong choice, but soon discovered that He was willing to sacrifice his life to make up for his mistakes...
"In the best years of his life, he sacrificed himself in obscurity and slept at the bottom of the lake. He used his own way to interpret what bravery is. He had compassion for the weak. He His wisdom has played with the most powerful dark wizard, and he has unimaginable power in his heart..."
Loren and Hermione stood side by side in the corner, listening to Harry and Ron discussing ghosts.
To be honest, they were not familiar with the deceased named Regulus. At first, they even thought he was one of the Death Eaters, because Black was as hysterical as a howling banshee. The lady's portrait, they even had a slight dislike for Regulus. Upon learning that he had died fighting against Voldemort, the slight revulsion turned into respect, but no sadness.
"You said, Regulus has obviously accomplished such a great feat, why didn't he become a ghost and stay?" Ron looked at the small urn and asked with some confusion, " Kreacher couldn't fulfill his instructions. If it weren't for Loren and Hermione, we wouldn't even know about it. Kreacher is already very old. If...the locket might have been lost, his sacrifice Is it in vain?"
"Perhaps becoming a ghost requires some kind of ritual?" "What kind of ritual? The wand was confiscated when Nearly Headless Nick died..."
"Maybe this is also a talent? Just like Tonks' Metamorphmagus, only a few people can become ghosts?"
"Stop guessing."
Loren He turned his head and explained in a low voice: "Whether you can become a ghost depends on the wizard's own wishes. Only those who are afraid of death and unwilling to accept death will become ghosts and stay in the world, living in pain in places where they left their mark in the past... "
"But Regulus obviously does not lack the courage to accept death."
Sirius's hoarse voice sounded from behind, and his hair, which was cut short when he was a Muggle wanderer, grew again. When he came out, his curly and messy black hair hung down, covering his bloodshot eyes, but he still looked extremely haggard. He hadn't slept for two days. The first night he guarded the incineration of Regulus's body, and the second night he faced His relics speak to themselves.
"He is very brave, at least braver than me..."
Sirius looked down at an old photo in his hand and murmured to himself.
A few young wizards quietly glanced at the figure in the photo. It was a photo that was dug out of a pile of old papers. There were slight cracks in the four corners and it was already a little faded. A Slytherin House photo. The Quidditch team smiles and waves in the frame, with snakes embroidered on the chests of their uniforms.
Regulus sat in the middle of the front row. He had the same black curly hair as Sirius, a slightly arrogant expression, and was relatively thin among the players.
Harry's eyes lit up slightly: "He used to be a Seeker?"
"Yes, he is an excellent seeker, but not as good as you and James..." Sirius fell into memories again.
Who would have known that that boy with a stinky expression would do such a thing?
He is so good, he also has his own ambition and pride. He once read books quietly in the library and shined on the Quidditch field, but in the end he ended up like this , and even the sacrifices he made were almost unknown?
In the afternoon, Sirius carried the box and got into Arthur's Ford Anglia luxury car, driving towards the Black family cemetery and into the brilliant sunset clouds.
A few brilliant pink and gold sunsets rolled like huge waves in the distant sky, and the setting sun melted gold.
...
Because it is located at the end of Spider Alley, this street is called Spider Tail Alley. The street is located on the edge of the industrial area. There is a small river on the street, and abandoned metal cans and paper scraps float by from time to time. On the water surface, the ground is full of scattered stones, the muddy water is turbid, and the air is filled with a faint damp musty smell. At the corner of the street, there are a few crooked street lamps, the lights are dim and unclear.
The entire street is narrow and dilapidated, and most of them are old brick houses. The walls are weathered and peeling, exposing the inferior bricks inside. Most of the residents on the street have moved out, and there are almost no pedestrians. Occasionally, there will be a few skinny wild cats rummaging for food in the garbage, making a slight rustling sound.
Snape's indifferent eyes swept across the wild cat, without any intention of stopping, he walked quickly across the street and opened the closed door of his home. Ignoring the house elf's welcome, he hurried upstairs and knocked on the wooden door of the study.
After receiving permission, open the door and walk into the dark room like a nest.
Voldemort raised his face and looked at the photo: "Severus, you are not preparing for the start of school in the school castle. What are you doing back?"
Snape lowered his head slightly and said in a calm voice: "I will return to Hogwart. I overheard a message when I was here that Barty Jr. and Walton had fallen into the hands of the Order of the Phoenix. I have verified it. According to the staff of the Ministry of Magic, Walton's vacation has ended long ago, but he has been Didn't come back..."
The scarlet snake pupils shrank into a vertical line, emitting dangerous light. Voldemort asked in a cold voice: "Where are they?"
"This is only Deng. Blido knew that he didn't trust Azkaban's protection, so he didn't hand the person over to the Ministry of Magic." Snape quickly replied, "He refused to tell me, even if I used the excuse of providing veritaserum to help with the interrogation. "
"Of course he doesn't need Veritaserum. He is a master of Legilimency, and his eyes are Veritaserum..." Voldemort frowned and made a hissing snake voice from his mouth. , it sounded horrifying, "Yes, Dumbledore, of course he will go looking for the giant, I should have expected it! Barty... Walton... we have to speed up the plan, we need help!"
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"You mean, Azkaban?"
"Yes, I want to give him a surprise before Christmas!"
"One more thing... "
Snape cautiously raised his head to spy on his face, as if he didn't know what to say. He hesitated for a moment before slowly revealing, "Dumbledore destroyed one of your Horcruxes...Slytherin. The locket..."
"Dumbledore!"
Voldemort's voice sharpened suddenly, and the sound waves almost condensed into substance, turning into a pale palm, stirring the blurred dream, pulling, lengthening, and deforming the picture...
Hundreds of kilometers Outside, the sleeping Harry frowned and his eyes rolled rapidly under his eyelids, as if he was about to wake up from a nightmare, but he quickly calmed down and sank into the deep shadows again.
A film image gradually began to play in his mind. It was blurry and more blurry than the dream just now. He could not see the house number and words clearly, but some details were very clear.
"Where is this?"
He walked towards a black door in the empty corridor, passing rough stone walls, torches, and a doorway on the left that led to the stone door downstairs. level.
"What am I doing?"
He reached out and touched the black door, but he couldn't open it...
Harry felt a little irritated in his heart. He was eager to go in. There was something behind him that he wanted to do. What he wants, what he dreams of...
(End of this chapter)