HP Shavings Wizard

The last person to get out of the carriage was a handsome man with long black hair hanging around his arrogant face, inadvertently bringing out a bit of elegance and romance.

When Sirius saw Snape waiting for them at the gate of Hogwarts, his brows instantly frowned.

Professor Snape and old Madam Walburga tacitly ignored Sirius who was following behind them. Only Harry felt that this was not a good idea and subconsciously looked back at his godfather repeatedly.

Sirius was furious and muttered under his breath.

"Damn Snotlout!"

Snape paused when he heard this.

Walburga turned around and glared at Sirius, causing the rebellious son to shut up in anger.

Snape continued walking forward with an expressionless face, leading them to the headmaster's office.

As they approached the principal's office, Walburga tilted his head with a proud look on his face, finally willing to give cold instructions to his stupid son behind him.

"Sirius, please be mindful of your behavior when you get to the principal's office."

Sirius curled his lips: "...Got it."

They entered the headmaster's office, and the poor professor was able to leave early at Dumbledore's signal, so he no longer had to face the annoying face of his archenemy.

After the young professor left, Walburga stared at the back of the Death Eater she knew for a moment, concealing the complicated thoughts in her mind and relaxing a little.

Behind the desk in the middle of the headmaster's office, Dumbledore stood up with a smile and greeted Walburga in a gentle and generous manner.

"Long time no see, Walburga."

Walburga nodded slightly.

"Long time no see, Professor Dumbledore."

Several people sat down, and the representatives of both sides exchanged polite greetings. Dumbledore also briefly introduced Alison and Grindelwald who were sitting on the sofa.

Sirius sat there in silence, his expression gradually becoming impatient amid the adults' politeness.

He focused his attention on Miss Grindelwald, who had been mentioned in Harry's letter and who had asked Harry to return Regulus' body.

The left eye is azure blue, the right eye is transparent, which looks a bit strange. She has long smooth red hair, a beautiful and delicate face, and a tall stature.

At this moment, she was lazily leaning against the heterochromatic-eyed old devil beside her, childishly playing with the other's old and skinny hands. She was obviously distracted and did not listen carefully to the politeness between the adults.

Compared to her beautiful appearance, what impressed people more was her arrogant, cold and dangerous aura. She looked at people with a casual gaze, which naturally revealed a sense of contempt.

...Not really surprising.

He carefully read the young lady's behavior mentioned in Harry's previous letter, and also sorted out her calculation: in a few days, under Dumbledore's nose, she used Peter, the traitor, to gain multiple benefits, selling one thing in multiple ways, trading what could be traded, and threatening what could not be traded.

It is hard to imagine that a first-grade wizard is proficient in black magic, well versed in human nature and conspiracies, and his methods are decisive and ruthless.

After knowing that Harry sold himself just to get Peter arrested, to overturn the case for him as his godfather, and to avenge James and Lily, Sirius could only sigh helplessly at Harry, the silly boy, and became even more worried and wary of Miss Grindelwald.

Walburga was also a little surprised when he saw Miss Grindelwald, who had just done business with the Black family, but he quickly regained his composure.

Soon, the topic turned to business.

The old lady was silent, and took out a box from her arms. She stared at the box, and finally slowly pushed it in front of Dumbledore.

In that box, the Horcrux that Regulus exchanged his life for was emitting the evil aura of dark magic power even through the box.

Dumbledore took the box, opened it, and his face suddenly became solemn. He carefully picked up Slytherin's locket and carefully examined the founder's relic that was made into a Horcrux.

The locket was as big as an egg, with a gorgeous S-shaped snake pattern on the surface, inlaid with many small emeralds, and it was gleaming with tiny lights in the bright principal's office.

Sirius also looked over there, silent, but his eyes remained on the locket.

Harry, who was sitting next to his godfather, glanced worriedly at Walburga and Sirius.

"..."

After a long while, the old headmaster spoke in a low voice: "Walburga, Regulus..."

"I know, I know..."

Walburga's eyes welled up when he mentioned Regulus.

She didn't need anyone to praise her. She knew how smart and brave her beloved little son was, how stubborn and gentle he was, how much he loved this family, and how much he wanted to protect her...

...At this moment, she would rather Leir be a little selfish and afraid of death, and not be so outstanding.

...She regretted it.

Looking at the grieving mother opposite him who could no longer maintain her elegant and arrogant attitude, even Dumbledore, who was at odds with the Black family in some sense, sighed slightly, and could only try his best to promise to help fulfill Regulus's last wish.

"…Thank you. I will take care of the Horcrux properly."

Walburga closed his eyes, trying his best to hide the tears in them, and nodded.

"please."

"…Professor Dumbledore, there is one more thing…I would like to see Regulus."

Watching Dumbledore put away the locket, Walburga subconsciously glanced at Alison sitting on the sofa next to him, hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and asked to borrow the Resurrection Stone to say goodbye to Regulus.

"of course can."

Dumbledore agreed without hesitation and took out the black stone from his desk and handed it over.

Alison, who had been quiet until then, suddenly added, tilting her head suggestively and glancing at the staircase on the side of the principal's office.

"...Go to the platform upstairs and cast a soundproofing spell... Turn the Resurrection Stone three times and it will be ready for use."

Walburga stared at the Soul-Returning Stone intently and nodded politely to Alison: "Thank you."

She accepted the polite offer of privacy and hurried upstairs as quickly as she could while maintaining decorum.

Sirius whispered a few words to Harry, then stood up and strode quietly behind his mother.

Dumbledore watched the mother and son go upstairs, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Alison controlled the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea for her somewhat reserved little follower.

Harry held the hot tea obediently, but he couldn't help but glance at the stairs - although there was a curtain blocking the view there and he couldn't see anything.

...The Soul-Returning Stone.

Yesterday, on Christmas Day, he received a gift from Alison, a fairy tale book of the wizarding world, The Tales of Beedle the Bard. When Sirius came to his room to see him, he found that he was curious, so he picked up the fairy tale book and read him The Tale of the Three Brothers as a bedtime story.

Can he revive his parents through that?

Headmaster Dumbledore noticed Harry's gaze and explained briefly.

"Harry, the Resurrection Stone can only make the dead appear in front of the world for a short time, but it cannot really bring them back to life."