Crossing into Regulus

Regulus had nothing to do after the kids went to school, and he didn't bother to go to the jewelry store, he now fully realized that a beautiful appearance is no less than any weapon, and when he went to inform the store manager that he was leaving, the shopkeeper All the guests came to keep him.

This simply fueled Regulus' arrogance.

He refused to leave without guilt, and decided to come back to work when Weasley ran out of money.

In the days that followed, he walked outside with the appearance of a girl all day long.

Until one morning, early in the morning, he woke up for the first time, too full of energy to fall asleep, and ran to Weasley's garden to use goblins as obstacles to practice stealth.

Overhear Molly and Arthur talking outside the sink window.

"...I'm really worried..."

"Don't tell me, dear, we have to protect Harry."

"Oh, I know, but, that child was in a lot of trouble." Molly choked up a few times.

"But he has us, be happy, don't let the kids see."

"Well, wish I was his guardian instead of Sirius!"

"Rael probably doesn't know about this yet, so don't tell him for now, he's just a child himself, wait until I find a suitable time."

"Of course I know that," Molly paused. "But, Sirius, I can't figure it out. How did he do it? That's his best friend..."

Regulus in the back didn't listen any more, he sneaked away and returned to the small house next to him.

Regulus lay on the bed with his eyes open.

So, Sirius is Harry's godfather?

Think about it, it is indeed possible.

The camaraderie among the robbers at first was simply sparkling.

Regulus called out the newspaper that he didn't know where to throw it, flattened it and read the report on Sirius again.

This time Regulus carefully read the wild guesses in the report, word by word.

It's all outsiders slandering the Black family, as if all bad guys have to be Death Eaters.

Is it not allowed to have people who hate both here and there?

And if what's in the newspaper is true, at least Mrs. Black will immediately issue a statement saying that she forgave her son.

Regulus smiled, and then denied that Mrs. Black didn't seem to be cruel enough.

He decided to find out, and try to find Sirius.

Even for Harry, he had to figure out whether the godfather was worth saving.

It is not easy to check what happened more than ten years ago.

It's not that this requires any specialized tracking technology, in fact, Regulus never had that thing in his mind.

He usually relies on going back in time.

In the past, with his status as a great sage, if he greeted casually, someone would send him energy one after another, but now, he had to find it by himself.

Fairy tales are a great place to start.

The Elder Wand.

It should be in the hands of Mr. Headmaster Dumbledore now.

If it exists at all.

Of course, even if it didn't exist, Dumbledore himself, the greatest White Wizard of our time, should be able to draw enough power.

Regulus closed his eyes and thought about how to talk to Dumbledore.He is just a nobody, and it is not easy for the principal who is busy with everything to listen to him and lend him strength.

At least in the past, he didn't remember that he had dealt with any little people casually.

After thinking about it, Regulus summoned an owl, used it as a mount, and flew to Hogwarts.

This can be regarded as talking with strength.

As for Hogwarts' protective magic, Regulus was overjoyed, and drew a path to drain the chaotic force field in the school grounds.

Of course it's just a small strip.

Then wait quietly on the edge.

Waited until Dumbledore appeared in front of him.

Regulus slid down the owl's back and patted it to turn it back.The owl flew away after pecking at Regulus' trousers.

Dumbledore watched Regulus' movements with interest, and said, "Amazing Transfiguration."

Regulus smiled and slashed across the air again, the flow of the force field stopped, "Mr. Principal, I have something to do with you."

Dumbledore twisted the bow on his beard, stared at Regulus sharply, and spoke slowly, "Oh, really? So, what's the matter?"

"Excuse me, do you have the Elder Wand in your hand? It's the one from the legend." Regulus said straightforwardly, "If so, can you lend me a use?"

"I have never met a borrower who is as sincere and candid as you." Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed quickly, looking very amiable, "Forgive me for being humble, this is indeed the magic wand, But may I know what you want it for?"

"I want to go back in time," Regulus answered him honestly. "I want to know what happened to Sirius back then? To be honest, I don't think it's normal for him to be crazy. Oh, of course , madness is not normal, but I think you understand what I mean."

Dumbledore stared at Regulus, and after a while, he said slowly, "Back in time?"

"Yes, I will do that, but obviously I just know how to do it, and I don't have enough strength, so, you see..." Regulus relaxed a lot as soon as he mentioned this kind of academic problem, this kind of Relaxation is good for winning the trust of those in high positions.He himself was once a high-ranking person, and he knows this all too well.

Sure enough, Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes, raised his wand and scratched his temples, "So, where are we going to start?"

Regulus continued to maintain the emotion just now, and said, "Let's start from the street he blew up."

Regulus and Dumbledore appear on Muggle Street.

It looks very young here, with high-rise buildings on both sides and a constant stream of pedestrians.It is so modern here thanks to the explosion that year, and many buildings are newly built.

Dumbledore looked around with interest and said, "So, what should I do now?"

Regulus found a street bench left over from that year and sat down, and reserved the other half for Dumbledore, "Sit next to me."

Dumbledore sat down as he said, and then continued to watch the people coming and going in front of him with great interest, "You know? The beauty of this world is not in those beautiful buildings or anything else, but in walking in front of my eyes." People who come and go.”

A boy who was being watched glared at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded at him, smiling.

Regulus looked at Dumbledore and didn't say anything. He understood that there are always some inexplicable things about great men.

"Okay, I'm going to start, you can help me watch it, and wake me up when it's almost there."

Dumbledore asked, "Don't you need me to lend you your wand?"

Regulus reached for the Elder Wand and closed his eyes.

Dumbledore's eyes full of interest slowly changed to the color of scrutiny.Regulus held his wand in a strange way, holding it across his hands and resting it loosely on his lap.

It doesn't look like you're using a wand, but it looks like you're making a sacrifice.

Then the people walking around froze for a moment.

Except for the two people sitting on the bench, the world around them quickly rewound.

People crossed their legs and backed away, from slow to extreme speed, the sun rose and set against the opposite, and the buildings became more and more brand new until their frames were exposed and quickly dwarfed into the soil.

Until the smoke drifted up from the ruins and gathered, wrapped into a big ball and then drilled into the pipe, Sirius and Pettigrew chased each other in the street.

Dumbledore looked grave, watching the regressive performance seriously.

He seems to have discovered something.

Then pedestrians started walking on the street again.

Dumbledore quickly patted Regulus, interrupting the backtracking.

Regulus opened his eyes and nodded to Dumbledore who was looking at him.

Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief, "I thought it would affect you."

"No problem." Regulus said mildly, then glanced around, "So, what time is it?"

Dumbledore looked at his watch, then shrugged, "Oh, so it's just backtracking, we're not actually here, are we?"

Regulus nodded.

"Then we'll see them in about a while, but I think I've seen something interesting just now." Dumbledore measured the sunlight with his finger.

Regulus breathed a sigh of relief slowly, and said wearily, "What is it?"

Dumbledore tilted his head and looked at Regulus, whose eyes were half-closed. The other party seemed to be calm during this retrospective time period, "Some signs that can prove Sirius' innocence."

"But I can't bring someone else to see it again." Regulus simply leaned on Dumbledore's shoulder. The old man was dressed fluffy and felt very comfortable as a pillow.

"so?"

"I just need to know that he is innocent, his situation doesn't matter, and besides, I don't like him. I only do this because he is Harry's godfather. The guardians around Harry are terrible. If I have guardianship, I will Will take Harry away immediately."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise, but Regulus didn't see it, "Regulus, I have to say, your actions and words are not very consistent, I think I can see clearly, this matter Things are not as easy and simple as your attitude."

Regulus muttered, "Who do you think I am? I'm not trying to sacrifice myself here. You see, I brought you here to make sure I don't die. If you don't agree to help me, I will Wouldn't do that."

"Yes, I understand that," said Dumbledore kindly. "You have been a good boy."

Regulus was too tired to refute.

Sirius and Pettigrew finally appeared on the street.

Regulus watched as they cast spells at each other, turning the street into a haze of smoke, screaming passers-by running around, some running into shops to hide, some running off the street.

Dumbledore said softly, "Look out, Regulus."

Regulus said nothing.

Then he saw the funny thing Dumbledore said.

Pettigrew ignited the gas pipe and cut off his own finger before the smoke had time to completely engulf him.

Then turned into a mouse and ran away.

It all happened quickly.

If Dumbledore hadn't reminded him, Regulus wouldn't have been able to see this passage so clearly.

On the messy street, two people sat on a bench.

"So, what are your plans next?" Dumbledore asked.

Regulus didn't speak, he always felt that there was something he had overlooked, but right now he had a headache and couldn't think of it.

Dumbledore sniffed him the snuffbox.

Regulus was choked with tears, his head hurt more, but he was more awake, he struggled to sit up straight, pressed his forehead to breathe, and then he said, "Oh, it's Scabbers."

Regulus quickly looked up at Dumbledore, "How long can a mouse live?"

"Two or three years? Or three or four years?" Dumbledore blinked, "But Pettigrew is really a mouse if he turns into a mouse."

"I know," Regulus said, putting his hand on Dumbledore's shoulder, and clutching the Elder Wand in the other, "we have to go back now, Pettigrew is Scabbers."

Then he closed his eyes in Dumbledore's suddenly wide eyes.