Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 531

Phineas was Dumbledore's previous headmaster and Sirius' grandfather.

He is a very pure black family wizard,

Hates muggles and is proud of pure blood.

Although he became the headmaster of Hogwarts School, he was very impatient with Muggle students... no, he was very impatient with all students... Phineas thought that young wizards of that era were some stupid and uncultivated guys who could only moan and plead weakly... but had no courage and perseverance to win something by themselves.

"Idiot...can't even match Regulus with a single finger..."

Phineas Nigellus was so angry that he jumped and cursed in the frame, his language became more and more vulgar, even the other Hogwarts headmasters in the adjacent frame couldn't help.

Dumbledore frowned, and he whispered, "I'm sorry, Phineas!"

Then he snapped his fingers, and a gray-black cloak flew over from the hanger and covered his picture frame.

"What are you doing? Damn it... Fuck! Albus Dumbledore... you have no right to interfere with the people I teach the Black family. That's my grandson..."

Phineas' indignant shout came from under the cloak, and when his old face was about to squeeze out of the frame next to it, Dumbledore pointed with his wand again, and an orange light flashed.

Phineas' words disappeared instantly, as if his mouth had been sewn shut.

His face was pulled back to the original portrait.

"Okay, let's find out what happened, shall we?"

"Black?" Dumbledore asked.

Black directly threw the locket in his hand to Dumbledore, "Can you open it and have a look?"

Even Dumbledore was a little confused as to what this meant.

McGuffin felt bad immediately, he moved his figure back a little, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Dumbledore only fumbled a little before opening the locket.

Immediately thereafter, a very unpleasant smell emanated from the principal's office...the kind that comes out after the flesh and blood are burned...the rotten, slightly rancid smell...

Dumbledore, who saw this smell directly, immediately thought of the fate of those ghosts in the MacGuffin story.

"This is?"

"Regulus... and the remaining traces of those Yin corpses..."

Blake said blankly.

"Blake, you mean..."

"Well, yes, 13 years ago, Regulus replaced the [Horcrux] of the Dark Lord with a fake one, but he himself was dragged into the water by the Infernal Corpse."

"And the little wizard and..."

Blake spoke laboriously, as if exhausting all his strength,

"...with...and me...the extremely stupid guy burned the body of his own brother, and only..."

"...there's just...a jumble of things left."

Dumbledore looked at the McGuffin behind him.

McGuffin was trying his best to hide his figure, and his face was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it.

And the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black, covered by the cloak, immediately shook rapidly after Black finished speaking, causing the portrait next to him to tremble too.

Apparently, these words irritated Phineas again... the former, former Hogwarts headmaster.

"Of course, I'm not blaming MacGuffin Albert. After all, without his...without his..."

Braque was stuck for a while, and he didn't know how to describe it. After struggling for a long time, he continued, "...Without...his strange ideas, I can't reach the middle of the lake, just like that, without any harm at all... Destroyed Voldemort's mechanism and discovered this 'truth'."

"It's just that now I really have no choice... I will continue to search for Voldemort's [Horcrux] with this little wizard. I hope that I can find [Horcrux] by myself in the future, or find another person to cooperate with me... Dumbledore!" Black said with a heavy face.

Dumbledore fell silent, staring at the McGuffin...

Obviously, Black's words caught the old fox a little by surprise.

Of course, this is also reasonable, even predictable, no one would want to go with... a little wizard who blows himself up to the sky anytime, anywhere...

Well, although Black didn't suffer any physical or physical injuries, the mental wounds were more difficult to heal.

In other words, McGuffin's journey with Blake this time has blown up Sirius's thoughts and perceptions of his family.

It is entirely understandable for Black to make this suggestion.

"I see..." Dumbledore said after sighing, looking at McGuffin.

Bang, bang!
--boom!

At this moment... the door of the office was knocked violently, very anxiously... a few seconds later... the knock on the door changed, as if someone was kicking the door with his foot.

Moreover, the keyhole continued to emit white light, which McGuffin recognized as the failure of the unlocking spell.

"Who?"

Dumbledore asked.

I don't know when, this old bee has completely sealed off this office.

"I--"

A low, hoarse, angry voice came from outside.

McGuffin felt familiar.

After Dumbledore snapped his fingers, the door opened.

It turned out that Snape Severus came in angrily, carrying the house elf Kreacher.

"I knew it!"

At a glance, he saw the [locket] that was bound by the spell on Dumbledore's hand.

Kreacher closed his eyes, like a tattered, ugly doll, just kept here by Snapti.

He seemed to have passed out.

The only thing that was better than before was that his hand, which had been injured by the curse, had gradually returned to normal, and the scabbed, scorched skin was falling off bit by bit... revealing new, tender skin.

"I knew I was looking for you. You did a good job...Snape, the curse on the elf seems to have been removed very cleanly."

Dumbledore's tone was relaxed and casual, as if asking if the weather was good or bad this morning.

This made Snape even more annoyed, "Don't change the subject, why didn't you inform me about this... You should know that right now..."

Snape unconsciously pressed down on his right arm, and although he immediately released it, everyone present knew what he was pointing at.

— Voldemort, Dark Mark.

The Dark Mark on his arm must have turned black.

"...in this situation, I can keep a secret better than some guy..."

Snape looked at Black with great disdain.

But the words that would normally make Sirius half dead, now have no effect at all.

Black didn't even look at Snape.

Snape seemed to remember something, and didn't say any more.

"It seems that you already know the outline of the matter from the elf..." Dumbledore looked at the elf's appearance as if he understood something, so he waved his hand to close the door again and asked Snape.

"Did you use Veritaserum, or the Imperius Curse?"

"Veritaserum!... The first time I saw those wounds, I knew they couldn't be caused by ordinary spells." Snape said bluntly.

"Where's Hagrid?"

"It's easy for me to let that stupid man go to Madam Pomfrey's to find some healing potions..."

"Don't worry...Snape, I don't know as much as you do..."

"Quickly recover! Clear springs are like water!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, summoned a small stool, put the elf on it, and woke him up.

Kreacher's two big ears full of white hairs trembled, his eyelids trembled constantly, and then he slowly woke up.

Compared with his expression of extreme pain just now, the elf is much calmer now.

"Blake, what's it called?"

"Kreacher!"

"Oh, Kreacher, do you know who I am?"

Kreacher opened his big eyes and said tremblingly, "I know...I know. You are Dumbledore!...The student the old man hates the most..."

Dumbledore chuckled, then asked,
"So... can you tell me... what Sirius asked you just now? Or tell us... about Regulus Black? What happened 13 years ago..."

"--what!"

Kreacher hurriedly staggered to his feet, he was so frightened that he wanted to run away, but turned around and saw Black.

"Kreacher...sit down and tell them..." Black ordered feebly.

The elf sat back on the little stool with a stiff body, and began to tell the story of the past.

The story of an unknown warrior is told.

"...After coming to the small island in the center of the lake... the little master—he ordered Kreacher to leave—leave him alone. He told Kreacher that he had to go home later, and he was not allowed to tell the mistress about this matter, and quietly destroyed the locket. Then the master drank the potion—Klee switched the locket—and watched Master Regulus... being dragged underwater by those corpses..."

Kreacher got off the chair and fell to his knees on the ground, covering his face and crying again.

Howling, he finally banged his head on the ground.

Blood flowed and soaked the ground.

"Kreacher, stop!" Black said grimly.

Dumbledore winked at McGuffin, who had to go over and help the elf back on the stool.

Kreacher was panting, trembling, his nose was crooked, a big lump was swollen on his forehead, his eyes were watery, and he was still sobbing.

At this time, Dumbledore turned to Black and persuaded, "Sirius...you shouldn't treat Kreacher like this. This elf has completely dedicated his life to the Black family... What happened to Regulus is not his fault."

At this moment, Snape said in his annoying voice, "Yeah, I finally confirmed Sirius at this time... You are indeed a member of the Black family, isn't that very pure-blooded? So ruthless to such a poor creature... Comparatively speaking, your brother is much braver and kinder than you... Maybe he should stay in Gryffindor."

"It seems that the sorting hat has gone crazy..."

Speaking of which, Snape also glanced at McGuffin, apparently recalling that night three years ago.

Shirrah, why...you got involved with me again.

McGuffin muttered to himself, he was still trying to reduce his sense of existence.

After all, the things they are discussing now really make him stand here with some shame.

"You are not allowed to say that about Regulus... Snape, you are not qualified... If it weren't for those Death Eaters, if it weren't for Voldemort... Regulus wouldn't have been involved in these things." Black gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

"Come on, you might as well say that if you hadn't left the Black family...your brother wouldn't have made it to the last step." Snape sneered, and after saying this, he pulled out his wand, obviously thinking that his words were too provocative for Black to prevent him from attacking suddenly.

But Black didn't respond, and Snape's words stunned him. He leaned back on the armchair beside him as if he had extracted his soul... for a long time, he was speechless.

Snape was also stunned, he had never seen Black so weak.

He even felt that what he said just now was a bit too boring, but it seemed that he had been obsessed with those shitty things in school.

For a moment Snape was at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately, at this time, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and healed the trauma on Kreacher's forehead first, and then said to Snape, "Severus...it's not that I don't trust you. It's just like you said, now...in this situation where Voldemort has made a comeback, it's best for you to stay at Hogwarts..."

Snape blushed immediately, stared at Dumbledore with red eyes, and said word by word, "I'm not afraid of death... Albus. I haven't been afraid of that man since 13 years ago... You should know, Albus."

"Of course, of course I know."

"It's just... I can't take the risk anymore. Now we are compared with Voldemort... like two Seekers chasing the Golden Snitch. It depends on who catches the key ball first."

"What 'clutch ball'?" Snape asked.

"Horcrux!"

"Now Voldemort obviously doesn't know that he has carefully arranged... the hidden [horcruxes] are being found by us and destroyed one by one..." Dumbledore said.

"At this time, you should send all your strength...for example, I...I know that monster better, and I can help you find all [horcruxes] faster...let's destroy them, and then kill that monster at the end." Snape emphasized impatiently.

"No, you don't understand, Severus!"

"You need to know..." Dumbledore sighed slightly, and said in a very cautious tone: "Destroying [Horcrux] doesn't just mean being able to kill Voldemort..."

"Every time one of Voldemort's soul fragments is destroyed, it means that in the coming mutation... Voldemort will not be able to grow, adapt, or even survive..."

"I don't know!"

"Voldemort's soul was so flawed that he could not accept anything... anything he could not accept... love, a soul full of hope... and a change in the world..."

Black looked up at Dumbledore with a confused look in his eyes.

Obviously, he didn't know what Dumbledore was going to say.

Dumbledore had no choice but to stop, and briefly introduced the relationship between the McGuffin wand and the twin wand between his own wand, as well as those other spatial dimensions, and the recovery of magic power.

"Because of this...that's why we want to hold this grand event of the Tournament to unite all wizards in the world."

Dumbledore said quietly.

(End of this chapter)