I'm playing a big knife at HP

The retrial of the Sirius Black case was not smooth. Despite the testimony of two adult wizards, Marciana and Lupine, and three young wizards including Harry, the Wizengamot still refused to admit that the decision back then was an outright mistake. unjust case.The faction represented by Dolores Umbridge insisted that Peter Pedillo was neither alive nor dead, and there was no actual evidence to support the confessions of these five people.Of the five witnesses, Umbridge slyly pointed out, two were Dumbledore's employees and three were pupils at Dumbledore's school, and they were undoubtedly at Dumbledore's mercy - this was undoubtedly Dumbledore's Lido intends to reduce the credibility of the Ministry of Magic and raise his own influence.

"Such a precedent must not be set," she said to Minister Fudge, her toad-like face full of worry, "otherwise it will become common practice to reopen the old case, and the Ministry of Magic will become the laughing stock of the public. Minister, how will your government orders be implemented? What? I have to guard against it."

Fortunately, half of the Wizengamot was on Dumbledore's side, and Amelia Bones, Director of Magical Law Enforcement, also believed that the testimony of several people was credible enough.According to Director Burns, she really couldn't think of the possibility of Harry Potter perjury for the enemy who killed his father and mother.The result of the game between the two sides is that the Black case is suspicious, and Black’s arrest warrant has been revoked, and he no longer has to serve his sentence in Azkaban, but instead lives under the surveillance of the Auror Division, and must report to the Auror Division and the Wizengamot on a regular basis. Dumbledore, as Black's guarantor, guaranteed that he would not abscond and re-offend-according to Hermione's conclusion, it was similar to parole in Muggle law.

Disappointed and angry, Marciana spoke ill of Umbridge behind her back and vowed to find that mouse and slap her in the face.Sirius Black and Harry were overjoyed - just the fact that Sirius was free and Harry could live with him made them too happy to think of anything else.

Coming out of the Wizengamot, Blake took Dumbledore, Marciana, Lupine, and Harry back to his childhood home, NO.12, Grimmauld Place.After entering the old house, Marciana realized why Blake had such an ugly face: this house can be turned into a haunted house as long as the lights are turned off.But having said that, Marciana thought, the house that has been unoccupied for ten years has not been completely destroyed, so it can only be said that it is magical.Sirius looked very regretful that he had brought Harry here like this, and explained awkwardly that the house should be liveable after it was cleaned.Just then, one of the oldest and dirtiest house-elf Marciana had ever seen appeared.

To be honest, Marciana really didn't realize that there were house-elves in the house.

The elf bowed deeply in front of Sirius, with his nose pressed to the floor, "It's Master Sirius. Kreacher thought that Master Sirius had rotted in Azkaban. Kreacher served the ancient and noble Black family all his life. ...Master Sirius is a bad, heartless, ungrateful bastard, but Kreacher has to serve him."

Harry and Ron stared at the elf, seeming to be trying to suppress a smile on their faces, but Hermione showed a look of pity and concern on her face.Sirius blushed and snapped, "Shut up!" He glanced at Harry and Dumbledore nervously, and said reluctantly, "So you're still alive."

Unlike Sirius' embarrassment, Dumbledore had a very happy smile on his face when he saw the elf, "Great. Kreacher, you are exactly what I hope to see."

Kreacher glanced at the old wizard and whispered, "Who is this? I haven't seen him, but he looks like Albus Dumbledore. They say he is the greatest wizard of this century... "

Dumbledore said kindly, "Yes, I am Albus Dumbledore."

Kreacher looked at Dumbledore for a long time, and muttered, "...it's Dumbledore, he's old and powerful, can he do anything?"

Dumbledore turned to Sirius. "Would you mind if I had a few words with your elf? I have some questions I'd like to ask him."

"Ah, you can," said Sirius irritably, "but he's been mad since my mother's death, and I'm afraid there's nothing he can say."

Marciana deliberately wandered away from Dumbledore, looking up at a very old tapestry.What appeared to be a family tree on the tapestry read, "The Oldest and Noble House of Black," and she perused it with interest, trying to find Sirius' name.She didn't find Sirius, but saw a small name at the bottom of the tapestry: "Reculus Arcturus Black", and the name had turned gray.Marciana straightened up abruptly: she understood what Dumbledore was going to talk about.

"You come too, Martha." Seeing the shocked expression on her face, Dumbledore smiled and said, "You come too, Sirius."

Harry also looked a little curious, but didn't dare to follow.

Three wizards and an elf walked into the small drawing room. Dumbledore waved his wand, and the cobwebs in the fireplace and the dust on the furniture were swept away by a whirlwind. The armchairs are surrounded by the fireplace.

The three sat down, but the little elf stood stubbornly without looking at the chair.Dumbledore took out a locket with a gold chain from his pocket, "Martha and I risked our lives to find it from a cave, Kreacher, do you recognize it?"

Kreacher let out a scream of pain and horror. He rushed forward and seemed to want to grab the locket, but he seemed to be pulled by some force and fell to the ground, hitting his head on the floor hard, and burst into tears.Sirius had an extremely impatient look on his face. Just as he was about to say something, Marciana grabbed him and shook his head, "Don't. Let him cry."

"Kreacher," said Dumbledore sadly and slowly, "I beg you, tell us what happened."

"Kreacher can't say it!" Kreacher seemed heartbroken, he glanced at Sirius resentfully, and cried in despair, "Kreacher can't say it!!"

Dumbledore also glanced at Sirius, "Kreacher, did Regulus forbid you to tell your family about this?"

Kreacher buried his head on the floor and wept, his big ears twitched twice.

When Sirius heard Regulus' name, the expression on his face changed.His gray eyes fixed on Kreacher, then looked up at Dumbledore for a moment, and finally stood up, "Kreacher, I order you to answer all questions of Professor Dumbledore truthfully." After finishing speaking, he turned around Left the parlor.

Kreacher did not hide anything, and told how Voldemort used him to hide the locket, how Regulus secretly replaced the locket, and was buried at the bottom of the lake.While crying, he said that after uttering the secret that had tortured him for more than ten years, he seemed to have lost all his strength, collapsed on the carpet, and shed tears silently.Marciana knelt down and put a hand lightly on Kreacher's slack back. "I'm sorry," she said softly.

"So, Kreacher," Dumbledore asked gravely, "have you destroyed the real locket?"

"Kreacher tried everything... none of them succeeded..." Kreacher broke down in tears, "Kreacher failed to carry out the order! Kreacher couldn't destroy the locket!"

"So you still have it?"

"Kreacher received it very well, Kreacher will definitely not lose Master Regulus for use..." He sobbed again, "The locket I bought with my life!"

"Very well. Thank you, Kreacher." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he left the drawing room.

Marciana knelt there, and Kreacher lay beside her knees, burying his head in the dust on the ground.He seemed to have dried up his tears, and only let out painful sobs, like the panting of a dying person, and his thin body twitched under her palm.

"You have done well, Kreacher, you are both brave and loyal." She said softly, "You have lived up to Master Regulus' entrustment, because you kept the locket well and waited until Dumbledore Professor Lido. He has a way of destroying the locket."

Kreacher raised his head, and there was unmistakable hope in his gray eyes, "Is what Miss said true? Did Miss deceive old Kreacher?"

"Of course, Albus Dumbledore is known as the greatest wizard of this century, isn't it in vain?" She smiled.

"Martha, come on," she heard Dumbledore's gentle voice, looked up, and saw that the old wizard and Sirius had returned to the door of the drawing room. Sirius' face was paler than usual, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were tightly clenched. With the golden locket. "Give Sirius and Kreacher some alone time to talk."

Marciana followed Dumbledore out, the old wizard had some relief on his face, "We are very lucky." Marciana nodded. "I don't think Kreacher will be willing to hand over the locket to us to take away. It's better to destroy it here." Dumbledore added, "Even if Sirius can order Kreacher, I don't want to force him."

"No problem, Severus collected the basilisk's venom," Marciana nodded flatly, "I'll come when I go."

Sure enough, within half an hour, she returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, just as Sirius and Kreacher came out of the reception room.Sirius' black hair was messily draped over his shoulders, the corners of his eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.Kreacher wore the golden locket around his neck.Seeing Marciana and Dumbledore looking at him, Sirius said hoarsely, "I gave this locket to Kreacher. After all, he gave his life to help Regulus fulfill his wish. But this... ..." He waved the parchment in his hand, "I want to keep this for myself...his last writing. It's also for me to remember," he smiled bitterly, "to remind me that my brother is a good man."

He sighed, didn't speak for a while, and finally shook his head, "...he's only grown up not long ago..." Pain and anger flashed across his face for a moment, "he's just full!" Shaking his face, he said with restraint in a hoarse voice, "I think I need to go upstairs to rest for a while, please take care of Harry for me." After finishing speaking, he left quickly.

Dumbledore looked at Kreacher, who bowed, disappeared into the room, and reappeared holding an ornate locket with an emerald S in the lid.Marciana pulled out a sharp dagger from her boot, took out a small crystal bottle from her bosom, poured the liquid in the crystal bottle onto the sharp edge of the dagger, and the smoking liquid quickly disappeared. Absorbed by the dagger.Dumbledore brought Harry in, "Harry, I would like you to order this locket to open in Parseltongue." Harry looked very confused, "I will explain to you when the time is right." Dumbledore reassured him.

After a few tries, Harry finally managed to hiss in Parseltongue.The locket popped open, and Marciana gripped the dagger tightly.

A voice came from the locket: "I see your heart, it's mine!"

Kreacher screamed and took a few steps back, shivering into a ball.Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder.

"I have seen your past, Marciana LaRosa, and I have seen your fears...whatever you fear may happen..."

"... bloody hands at a young age... You are guilty... Would Dumbledore really believe you? Could he really accept you? Maybe you should belong to me..."

The voices in the locket became the old voices of Alastor Moody and Dumbledore, "Morning Star! You have dragged us down! You should have been thrown on the street long ago to fend for yourself!"

The voice in the locket became the voice of a little girl again, "You shouldn't have survived. Why did you survive and I died? I am obviously more beautiful, smarter, and everyone loves me more than you." Me!" The little girl's voice screamed, "Why don't you die? Point the dagger at your heart! Die! Die, die, die!"

Riddle's voice sounded again, "You've endured such blazing rage and such deep pain for long enough... Just let go... Eternal rest is so sweet..."

Marciana raised her dagger.

Harry pulled Dumbledore's sleeve nervously, "Principal!" Dumbledore said calmly, "Tom is always tempting, but we should trust Professor Larosa."

"Is that all?" Marciana pouted and said, "You have already said all these words last time."

After she finished speaking, she stabbed the dagger hard, a terrible scream sounded, a wisp of smoke came out from the locket, and everything fell silent.Kreacher lowered his hands that were covering his face, and looked out through his fingers timidly.Seeing the pierced locket, he realized that it had finally been destroyed and his task was accomplished. He let out a cry of joy and sorrow, holding the locket in front of his chest with both hands, and tears flowed down Cheeks run down.

"Harry, Kreacher, I must ask you to keep a secret and never tell what you saw today."

"Kreacher must keep it a secret! Unless ordered by Master Sirius, Kreacher will never tell anyone!"

Harry raised his head anxiously, "Can't even Ron and Hermione say it?"

Dumbledore smiled, "If they can promise to keep the secret, maybe it's not wrong to tell them."

Marciana re-sheathed the dagger and stood up.She bowed her head in thought for a moment, "Albus, I want to have a few words with you alone."

Both Harry and Kreacher tactfully left.

Dumbledore stared at Marciana seriously, "Martha, you know that I believe in you. I am indeed not a person who is easy to trust others completely... If you live my age, you have seen all the cunning methods of the enemy , you will doubt everything. However..."

Marciana took his hand and interrupted him silently, "I know. Voldemort always likes to turn black and white. I know you are trying to trust me, I appreciate it, and I am also working hard to deserve it." I trust you. I know that Alastor loves me, and I will never dislike me as a burden. I also know that my sister is the purest and kindest child in the world, and she will not say such things even if she dies. It's all in Voldemort's tone. That's not what I want to say." She lowered her voice, "I don't want to say this in front of Kreacher, because if it doesn't work, I don't want to give him hope and let him down..." She bit Biting his lip, "Albus, is there any way you can let the Inferi rest in peace?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, before saying, "Yes. Actually I have."

"Then," Marciana continued, "I wonder if we can recover Regulus Black's body and bury him with his family." She saw Dumbledore's surprised expression , quickly added, "As long as Kreacher goes with us, the possibility of success is very high. He can apparate, and my magic power has almost recovered. There is actually no risk for the three of us to go together." She went on to say , "I still remember the previous wars, and when the Death Eaters were captured after the war, if members of the Order of the Phoenix and Aurors were sacrificed, Alastor always tried to get them back whenever possible. He always Said, in our line of work, you have to know that if you die in battle, someone will collect the body, so you can feel at ease. Although Regulus Black is not from the Order of the Phoenix, he is still our comrade in arms. I think... I want to get him back."

Marciana looked at Dumbledore expectantly, and the old wizard smiled, "It seems that we have to ask Kreacher if he would like to take another trip with us."

Dumbledore arranged for Lupine to send the three children to the Burrow, while Marciana called Kreacher and explained her plan in detail.She had never known that an elf could have such an expression of ecstasy and grief on her face.The three of them were about to leave when they suddenly heard a hoarse voice from behind, "I'll go with you."

Sirius Black came down the stairs at some point, his face was as white as a dead man's, his body hadn't grown much flesh, and he was even more emaciated and emaciated.But there was a stubborn determination on his face, "I'm going with you. He's my brother."

Kreacher apparated into the cave with the three wizards.Marciana walked to the hidden stone door, rolled up her sleeves, and Dumbledore and Sirius took her a step forward at the same time.Sirius sullenly said, "It's blood." Seeing the expression on his face, neither Dumbledore nor Marciana stopped him.He swiped his wand on his forearm, and a stream of blood splashed across the stone door, and the door opened.Sirius walked forward expressionlessly, even though the blood dripped down his fingers, Marciana couldn't bear to see it, and pulled him to cast a healing spell.

A group of people came to the big lake, and Dumbledore pulled the boat from the bottom of the lake.

"Then according to the plan, Kreacher and I will take a boat and try to find Regulus. If the Infernal Corpse is alarmed, Albus will cover us." Marciana said.Kreacher got into the boat without saying a word.

Sirius took out a chain from his pocket, "Take this. This was originally a pair, one for me and one for Regulus, with blood magic applied. I never wanted to wear it, but Regulus did. Never left. I thought my mother must have destroyed it after being expelled, but I found it in her room just now. You might be able to use it to sense Regulus' location."

Marciana took the chain and listened intently.The necromancer at the bottom of the lake made a loud, eerie noise, which made her let out a low cry.But she still felt the subtle resonance of the chain in her hand and a certain position at the bottom of the lake.

She boarded the boat, and the boat was pulled towards the center of the lake by an invisible force. She had a painful expression on her face, but she still closed her eyes and listened.When the boat was two-thirds of the way, she suddenly raised her magic wand, and a silver magic rope emerged from the tip of the wand, and she sank into the bottom of the water, entangled a pale body like a snake, and suddenly pulled it out of the water.The stench came out, but the waxy face still looked very young, retaining the handsome appearance of his life.

Kreacher let out a cry of ecstasy.

In a blink of an eye, the marble-like dead man opened his eyes—there were no eyeballs in his eye sockets, only a rotten gray-white.He struggled, his lips parted, his gums exposed, and his hands frantically tried to grab Marciana.Marciana hurriedly bound his arms, hands, feet, and even his face with magic ropes.At this time, the boat shook, countless pale hands rose from the bottom of the water, black, red, yellow, and brown hair swayed at the bottom of the water, men and women, old and young pale faces floated out of the hair.Cold, clammy hands grabbed the sides of the boat, trying to drag them down to the bottom of the lake.A thin hand held Marciana tightly, and the next moment, Kreacher took her and Regulus to Apparate.

When they returned to the shore, Dumbledore held his wand high, and a long fire dragon spewed out from the tip of the wand, driving away the ghosts on the shore who wanted to hold them back.They retreated into the cave with the writhing Regulus.Dumbledore laid Regulus flat on the ground, pressed his chest with one hand, raised his wand with the other, and began to chant in a low voice.Sirius looked gloomy at the Infernal Corpse on the ground, Kreacher wept silently on Regulus, and Marciana listened intently to the spell Dumbledore chanted.The Inferi's struggle gradually calmed down, and Marciana also drew out her wand, pressed her hand on Regulus' forehead, and began to chant along with Dumbledore's voice.The two chanted in unison, and a moment later, a breeze appeared out of thin air in the cave, as if something rotten had left the cave, and Regulus completely calmed down.

Dumbledore stood up, "It's done. Now, he can rest in peace." He smiled and looked at Marciana, "I didn't expect you to know ancient Celtic."

She smiled. "My mother taught it...I guess it's a spell to purify necromancy." She thought to herself, "Are you angry? I learned it like this."

"Of course not." Dumbledore seemed very happy. "I'm a headmaster after all. Nothing makes me happier than students who are eager to learn."

Marciana waved her wand, and the rope wrapped around Regulus' body turned into silver spots and dissipated.He looked like a pale and thin young man now, no different from ten years ago, just lying there lifeless.

Sirius stepped forward silently, pulled up his brother's body and carried it on his back, "Let's go." He whispered.

Kreacher looked at Sirius with trembling lips, stepped forward, held Sirius' hand with his left hand, and Dumbledore with his right hand. Marciana held the old wizard tightly. The next moment, they disappeared.

The author has something to say: The professor didn’t get the chance to appear in this chapter, there’s no way, it’s summer vacation... I miss him too (sad frog face