[HP] Time Corner

When the three of them returned to Grimmauld Square, it was already dawn, and a bright rosy glow lay across the east.

Houses NO.11 and NO.13 are closely connected. Standing in the middle of the square, Sirius hesitated to go any further. Draco smiled sarcastically, "The lions of Gryffindor face each other." Don't you have the courage to face the truth?"

As he spoke, he disapparated in front of Harry and Sirius.Really, although he used the quick-drying spell, who can tell him where the circles of white flowers on the robe come from?Besides, he had to tell his mother about Regulus.

The stimulated Sirius walked to the middle of the two houses angrily, a silver thread stretched out from there, wrapped around Sirius' left wrist, and then the old house of the Black family immediately appeared in Harry's In the field of vision.

"Harry, maybe you won't like it... oh, I mean, I probably didn't tell you, my family is all Slytherins except me, you know, Black is a Slytherin...Damn it! I... …" Sirius said to Harry, looking a little unsure, as he walked up the steps of Black's old house, scratching his hair.

"Godfather, you forgot, I came back from the future. And, I always thought that the place where you are is my home."

Sirius was startled for a moment, then hugged Harry vigorously, guilt and sadness flashed in his gray eyes, his facial features were profound, he was no longer as thin as when Harry first met him, and he had grown some The meat no longer looks skinny.

He let go of Harry and grabbed the doorknob of the silver coiled snake, "What are you waiting for? We have to go in." He walked in first, Harry behind him, and then the door of the old house opened again. Close it, and the house disappeared into Grimmauld Place again, as if it had never been there.

The corridor of the old house did not have the original dark color at all at this time, it was magnificent and the surroundings were tidied up.The flickering lights softly cast some dim colors.On the ceiling, a crystal chandelier gleamed, and a row of portraits hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor seemed to have just been cleaned.

"Merlin, Kreacher's speed is really fast!" Harry sighed in surprise.He didn't pay attention to his feet and stumbled on a large antique vase. The vase fell to the ground and made the sound of breaking and breaking from the roots of old trees that had decayed for a long time.The curtain was pulled back with a swipe, and unexpectedly, there was no scream from Mrs. Black.

Mrs. Black was wearing a black luxurious robe, she was incredibly quiet, acting like a real high-ranking nobleman.But from her red and swollen eye sockets, it can be seen that she must have cried violently just now.

In the living room, Regulus was lying quietly on the silver-green sofa, his skin color had faded to pale, and he lay there as if he had fallen asleep.

The Black children, they grew up bigger than the family.In their bones and souls, unable to break away from the fetters given by their blood, the children of the Black family are proud and persistent.Just as Sirius Black insisted on his Gryffindor-style justice; Bellatrix Black was almost crazy in following Voldemort; Journey to Solitude; Narcissa Black, Faith in the Bonds of Family Blood...

Blake's madness and pride...

"Regulus..." Sirius knelt on the ground, clutching his head with both hands, and finally called out the name with an almost hoarse voice.His gray eyes were filled with pain, and he opened them red.Harry squatted on the ground, one hand on his shoulder, silent companionship.

Sirius knelt down and held Regulus' hand, wanting to say goodbye to his brother, but he was suddenly taken aback. "Harry, something is wrong!"

"Rael... he actually has temperature?"

"What?" Harry nearly tripped in surprise.

Rushing forward, touching it, the skin is soft and gentle, not the coldness of a corpse.It's almost the same as being alive except not breathing.

"How is this going?"

"Is it because of your potion?"

"Impossible, Professor Snape said, that potion is only used to remove the curse, it has no resurrection function."

In the corridor not far away, the curtain in front of Mrs. Black's portrait was opened at some point. Not only her portrait, but also the curtains in front of many portraits of former members of the Black family.

"Principal Phineas, please send us a message to Principal Dumbledore, and ask him to come over." The old man who was staring at this strange event suddenly disappeared from the frame, leaving only a piece of Hazy background.

"Siris, where is Rael?" Narcissa rushed over after hearing Draco's news.

Sirius pursed his lips, and Narcissa rushed over, the tears that had just hung in the corners of her eyes fell all of a sudden, but—"Here, Sirius——"

"I just found out too, Dumbledore will be here in a while."

"Sirius, my child, are you looking for me?" Not only Dumbledore, but also a certain blond devil came.

"En. Professor...you see...is Rael...alive?"

"!!!!" Although Phineas had said it, Dumbledore was still a little dazed for a while.He crouched, his wand glowing in a rainbow of colors.He exchanged a glance with the blond demon king beside him. "Little Mr. Black still shows signs of life," Narcissa covered her mouth and let out an exclamation. "But why I am unconscious, I don't know the reason." Mrs. Walburga in the portrait covered her face and wept.

"Where's the locket you got?"

"Here." Sirius took out the locket from the close-fitting robe.

Dumbledore opened it, took out the parchment, and tapped it with his wand. "There is a hidden spell on it, which hides the information you really want to express." Dumbledore put down the parchment after the identification.

Hide information?This time, Grindelwald also took it and looked at it, "Yes, it is a black witchcraft. If you untie it forcibly, the parchment will be destroyed. This kind of thing is originally for specific people to see."

Designated person?Dark Lord?

Harry froze for a moment. "Harry? Harry! What's wrong with you?" Draco yelled, shaking Harry by the shoulder.

"It's nothing, I remembered something." Harry looked up and smiled at Sirius and Draco who were looking at him, only his hands were clenched in the invisible shadows, and the tight palms were painful like needles, "The principal Back then, the Duke of Slytherin sealed his love for Gryffindor with a locket, so, could the Dark Lord like it..."

Harry paused, feeling that the words were blasphemy against a hero.Then Harry looked at Kreacher without saying a word.

"Master Harry?"

"Take me to your little master's room, will you?" Harry asked, there must be something he hadn't noticed before.

Kreacher led him to the door of Regulus' room.There is a small signboard hanging on the door:

No entry without express permission of the person

Regulus Arcturus Black

Stepping over the threshold and looking around, Regulus' bedroom was a little smaller than Sirius's, but he could still feel the opulence before.The silver and green of Slytherin can be seen everywhere in the room, covering the bed, walls and windows.The Blake family crest and the motto of eternal purity are carefully depicted on the headboard of the bed, and there are many yellowed newspaper clippings glued into an irregular collage.

"It's all about Voldemort." Harry noticed a photo, which was tucked into a book under the pillow, with a precious binding, so it can be seen that the owner cherished it very much. The photo showed a handsome boy—that was Regulus even had a picture of Voldemort in his student days? !

"Quick appearance."

"Voldy, I love you." A line of words slowly emerged.

The photo in his hand fell to the ground.

Harry stumbled down the stairs, "I found it, Regulus's treasured photo—the person he loves is Voldy."

Everyone in the living room was shocked.

"You'll know soon." Harry's emerald eyes darkened.

"Kreacher, there's that locket you can't destroy."

"This."

He looked at Draco, who nodded at him, already having something crooked in his hand.

Harry looked down at the locket, squinting at the letter 'S', imagining a snake, while the contents of the locket rattled like caged cockroaches.Harry's mouth hissed like a blunt knife through glass. "Open."

The small gold lid of the locket popped open with a click.

There is a living eye blinking behind the two small glass windows, black and bright.

"I saw your heart, it's mine—" He swept across the crowd one by one, and finally landed on the black-haired boy on the sofa.

A phantom of a person quickly condensed on the locket. It was Riddle in his youth. His foggy figure was very unstable, and his red pupils were filled with various emotions.

"Rael, that's my Rael—" His voice changed in excitement.