I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Then let's get started!" Owen's voice was a little urgent.

He looked at the slightly yellowed Principal Dexter in the mirror.

There was no trace of panic in his eyes. On the contrary, he looked very anxious.

As if impatient.

Ho ho ho!

I'm going to fuck the foreign gods.

Wow! It sounds interesting!

"What to start? We need to consider this kind of thing in the long run." Sirius was the first to express his refusal.

That was to deal with a god. Why did it come from Owen's mouth as easily as catching an Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest?

Moreover, he glanced at Dumbledore aside.

He saw that the old principal's face was also full of caution, and he felt calmer.

yes!

Dumbledore would never allow a young wizard to do such dangerous things.

Old Principal Dexter seemed to see the concerns of the two professors. He said calmly, "He does not need to enter the veil now. In fact, all the heirs of ancient magic in the past did not start until they reached adulthood. He who enters the veil to resist the outer gods.”

"But I want to say that you must be prepared, because the world behind the curtain will be full of loneliness. What you have to face is not only the physical magic challenge from the outer gods, but more importantly, the spiritual challenge."

"I'm ready!" Owen said without hesitation.

It was as if he was desperate to find death.

Beside him, both Hermione and Harry looked at him in shock.

The little witch even gently pulled on his sleeve.

"No, this adventure ends here!" Dumbledore on the side slowly walked forward, blocking Owen behind him, and said in the plainest, but most unswerving tone: "I am Headmaster of Hogwarts, before I fall, my students will never embark on that ridiculous fate alone."

Hearing the sound, Principal Dexter looked at him without saying much.

Two wizards who also served as Headmasters of Hogwarts.

The feelings in my heart towards the students are the same.

He just sighed slightly, because he knew that fate was determined, and any wizard who mastered ancient magic would inevitably embark on that path.

Because all ancient magic eventually spreads out from the Divine Grant Tower, it is like the source of a river. Those who try to pursue it will inevitably return here to face the terrifying power born from behind the curtain.

No one can resist such magic.

Especially the heirs.

Having already seen the power of ancient magic, if you want to leave them behind, it will be more difficult than killing them.

So, eventually, they will all come back here.

It's just a matter of time.

"This is Principal Dexter." This was like a tower in the divine realm, and suddenly fell into some kind of brief silence.

After a moment, the silence was broken by Sirius.

He took a deep breath.

He looked away from Owen and Dumbledore.

Kreacher on the side kept tugging on his trousers to remind him of the purpose of coming here.

"Have you seen my brother? He should have been here more than ten years ago."

"Yes, I have seen it," Principal Dexter said slowly.

Then he pointed lightly.

The sapphire ground suddenly opened a gap as if stars were squeezed out.

"Master! It's Master Regulus!"

Kreacher suddenly shouted loudly.

Because right in the crack, a young figure slowly floated out. He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a black wizard robe and had a particularly obvious Black family crest on his chest.

Under the influence of magic, he still maintained his appearance at the moment before his death, almost unchanged. Compared with Sirius, he looked darker, but also appeared healthier and more energetic.

"Regulus!!!" Sirius shouted with all his strength.

The heartbreaking sound diverted all of Owen's attention to him.

He rushed over, threw himself to the ground, and then, with his body trembling, he held Regulus in his arms, all his eyes falling on his face, and he kept calling his name.

This is because his brother, Regulus, still maintains his appearance in life, with a rosy complexion and even a warm body temperature.

It didn't look like a corpse at all.

It's more like falling asleep!

This gave him an illusion.

As if he could wake up Regulus.

"This" Harry looked at the young man lying in Sirius's arms in surprise.

He looked exactly like Sirius in his old photo of the Order of the Phoenix.

He was even more surprised by Regulus' current physical condition.

This is almost no different from a living person, except that the chest no longer rises and falls.

"It's the power of ancient magic."

Owen said slowly.

In his sight, Regulus' whole body was wrapped in silver-white magic power, and a large amount of ancient magic spurted out from the sapphire-like floor.

Converging at his neck.

"Regulus!!!" Sirius screamed repeatedly, tears flowing uncontrollably from his red eyes.

Owen stepped forward slowly.

Looking at the grief-stricken Sirius, he didn't say anything to comfort him.

He needs to vent, and comfort is not always good.

"This is--"

Very easily, Owen spotted the pendant on Regulus' chest.

That was nothing like Slytherin's locket.

It took on the shape of a six-pointed star, sky blue, and a trace of ancient magic spread out from the box, just like a bucket full of water overflowing.

Of course, what surprised Owen the most was the engraving on the pendant box.

It looks like a triangular eye with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil.

A vertical line and a circle are drawn inside an equilateral triangle.

He knew the sign all too well.

He wore a necklace like that around his neck.

This is - the Deathly Hallows.

And most people only associate it with one person.

That is - Grindelwald.

"Gellert's symbol." Dumbledore said calmly. Although his tone was calm, Owen could still see the surprise flashing in the old principal's eyes.

For a moment, Regulus's identity became confusing.

He carries Grindelwald's Hallows symbol, so he will never be a pure Death Eater.

Could he be a double agent like Snape?

It is indeed possible.

It is known that his mother Gabrielle came to England more than ten years ago and invited Regulus to join the Saints at that time.

If Regulus chose to join the Saints at that time, it would not be impossible.

But how did he come here?

That locket contains ancient magic?

Is it Saints technology?

alchemy?

Did he use that pendant box to open the door key to the Tower of Divine Grant?

All of this became confusing with the symbol on Regulus' chest.

What happened that year.

What a deal Regulus had made with his mother.

These may become permanent mysteries over time.

"Go home, let's go home, Regulus!" Sirius murmured. He didn't seem to notice the Deathly Hallows symbol on Regulus' chest.

His eyes remained entirely on his brother's face.

Kreacher cried too.

Its bullfrog-like voice, its cry, echoed throughout the hall.

"Go home! Kreacher wants to take the young master home!"

He stared hard at Regulus in Sirius's arms, afraid of losing him again, afraid that this was just a dream. After the dream, it would still be left alone in Black's ancestral home, keeping old secrets. .

Seeing this touching scene, Harry couldn't help crying.

Hermione also bit her lip and turned her head away unbearably.

Dumbledore gave Sirius time.

He turned to discuss something with Principal Dexter in the mirror.

As for Owen, he found a remote place and began to capture the ancient magic floating around.

As for Hermione, she was a little restrained and a little sad. She was resonated with the emotion between the brothers. I feel very disappointed.

But she did not step forward to disturb Sirius. Instead, she turned around and walked to the surrounding hollow walls, which were also covered with dense patterns. If you look closely, you will find that they are all ancient runes.

Some of them don't even appear in textbooks.

It's a completely new type of rune that has never been discovered before.

She took out the parchment and quill from her pocket and wrote down all the ancient texts.

It seemed like a long time passed.

When Owen, who was sitting on the ground, opened his eyes again, he found Dumbledore looking at him, his eyes full of worry.

"It's time for us to go," he said.

"What about the Outer Gods, about outside the curtain." Owen opened his mouth and asked.

"I think that at least now you can still rely on your principal, Owen. Things are not so bad that the principal's students need to face danger alone." Dumbledore said decisively.

Then he waved, signaling everyone present to come back to their senses.

They walked to the mirror together.

Owen waved to the old Principal Dexter.

"The development of the times has indeed exceeded my expectations. You have a group of outstanding professors and relatives." Old Principal Dexter said plainly, "But I still hope that you will shoulder the responsibility on your shoulders at some point in the future. Responsibility comes.

Ancient magic is a gift from the gods and an unshirkable responsibility for its heirs.

Always remember.

With greater ability comes greater responsibility. "

Dumbledore stretched out his wand and tapped the ancient mirror gently.

Then it spread out like water.

The wizards walked through the mist carrying different emotions.

Come back to consciousness again.

They have returned to Hogwarts Castle in the Scottish Highlands.

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The sunset.

The earth was ablaze with golden light.

A remote cemetery near Grimmauld Place.

Comfortable and lonely.

The gasping sound of the dark cave was no longer heard, and the strange scene of the Inferi emerging from the water was no longer visible.

Yes, everyone present knows it.

It's all over.

They retrieved the brave Slytherin.

Bring him back to the family.

At this moment, I hope his soul can rest in peace.

"May Merlin bless him," Dumbledore said.

This is the Black family cemetery.

It is located in a wasteland not far from Grimmauld Place. At least from the outside, from a Muggle perspective, it is a wasteland.

In the center of the cemetery is a tall, imposing dark black marble monument.

The ancient stone tablet was covered with rust and even bird droppings, and the crest of the Black family was carved on the base of the stone.

Then above the family crest is the eye-catching slogan made of gilt: The noble and oldest Black family is immortal.

Around this monument, there are densely packed tombstones from different eras. They have different shapes, but they have one thing in common, that is, the materials used are extremely sophisticated.

The closer you get to the monument, the more ornate the tombstones become.

Owen discovered the name Phineas Nigellus Black on a tombstone in the nearest monument.

The most unpopular headmaster of Hogwarts in history holds a high status in the family cemetery.

On the right side of the cemetery, there are three tall yew trees and the black outline of a small church; on the left side of the cemetery, you can see the exquisite old house at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Like No. 12 Grimmauld Place, everything here can only vaguely recognize its past glory due to neglect of management.

The cemetery was overgrown with weeds, and crows landed on the tombstones from time to time, watching the intruders in front of them warily.

Under the ruthless destruction of time, most of those tall and exquisite tombstones have been damaged. They stand there quietly, silently telling the loneliness of the Black family.

In front of a grave where a hole had been dug, Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, and Harry surrounded the coffin in the hole with solemn expressions.

They met Professor Lupine by chance, at Hogwarts Castle, where he seemed to be looking for Principal Dumbledore.

After hearing about Regulus, he originally planned to invite more people to his funeral.

But looking back on his life, Regulus's friends were undoubtedly pure-blood wizards, and those were loyal followers of Voldemort.

It is indeed difficult to invite them.

But Owen still asked Dobby to send letters to three people.

One is Malfoy's mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

The other one is Bellatrix, who is in the deepest cell of Azkaban. It is said that she has completely lost her personal freedom and her entire body is bound by metal chains.

The last one is Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks.

The main person he invited was Nymphadora Tonks's mother, Sirius' cousin Andromeda Tonks, but he didn't know where this Black member who married a Muggle lived. So I had to ask Dobby to go to the Ministry of Magic to find Nymphadora Tonks.

Sunset.

Owen almost thought they wouldn't come.

Suddenly, there was a burst of space distortion.

An elegant woman wearing a black robe, a white rose on her chest, and a black gauze hat appeared on the road next to the cemetery.

A house elf followed beside him.

Then, as if agreed, a Muggle car suddenly drove over and stopped firmly on the side of the road. A woman wearing a brown Muggle windbreaker stepped out of the car.

She was accompanied by her husband and her daughter. The girl with pink hair was quite attractive.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

Sirius, who was covered in mud, walked towards Andromeda Donald, the woman in a brown trench coat.

His body was covered with mud because he had dug out Regulus's grave bit by bit with a shovel. No help is allowed without the aid of magic.

Perhaps only at the moment when the shovel is inserted into the soil, he will feel a sense of atonement.

"He is my brother. Sirius!" Andromeda Donald said sadly, "You too!"

"It's not about faith. No matter what he did, he was still my brother."

The woman's tone was firm, with a strong concern for her loved ones.

As the second sister of the three sisters of the Black family, Andromeda always cared about her family in her heart, even though her mother had removed him from the family tree.

She cares about every one of her brothers and sisters, except for the murderous eldest sister, Bellatrix Lestrange.

"I heard about you, Sirius."

"The newspapers have been reporting on you for several days." Andromeda suddenly changed her tone and directed her words at Sirius, "This is not good!"

"You've become a thorn in those people's side now," she said.

"I don't care!" Sirius said irritably.

"But I care. You are the only brother I have left. Do you want me to hold another funeral?"

"Hmph!" Sirius looked disdainful, "Am I willing to lie down here? To be with those rotten old things?"

"It just makes me sick!"

He paused for a moment, then continued: "If I die, Lupine will know where to bury me. Then none of you will come." As he spoke, his eyes fell on Narcissa involuntarily.

She stood elegantly at the entrance to the cemetery, as if she did not belong to the same world as them.

A thick barrier separates the siblings.

They are obviously one family, but each of the Black children has a unique personality.

Everyone is different.

Sirius's faint sarcasm came to her ears, but Narcissa didn't say anything.

She just walked quietly, passed through the two of them, and then came to the tomb. She slowly stretched out her wand and transformed the gravel next to the tombstone into a daffodil.

Graceful and tender flowers bloom on the soil.

The pure white petals hang low, silently expressing sadness.

That restrained emotion infected everyone present.

Even Sirius, who had never dealt with her, shut his mouth.

On Regulus's tombstone, it simply reads: Regulus Arcturus Black is buried here forever.

The inscription does not even describe his achievements.

Because this is still a dark period, for the safety of the Black family, his achievements cannot be displayed at this time, and everything about Horcruxes is still a secret.

Narcissa frowned slightly when she saw this.

Then she waved her wand again.

On the tombstone, a new sentence was suddenly added, "Here is buried an unknown hero, who is the eternal pride of the noble Black family."

At this time, Sirius and Andromeda stepped forward.

They looked haggard and did not shed tears. They just looked at their brother's coffin silently.

Perhaps none of him had ever thought that the youngest Regulus would be the first to hold a funeral among the brothers and sisters.