The Bard at Hogwarts

"Blood is needed! Only sacrifice can open this door." Kreacher shouted excitedly after the knife was taken away.

"Dear sir, let old Kreacher come, old Kreacher has a lot of blood."

"Quiet! I'll find a way." Ino scolded softly.

There were three people present, even if Sirius was ignored. Only he and Dumbledore were present, and they let a house elf bleed to open the door? This was too embarrassing.

Seeing the knife being taken away, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with relief, and then he walked to the rock wall and looked at it carefully.

"Low-level trick, only by weakening yourself can you get in. Tom misunderstood magic again."

Unlike Dumbledore's contempt for Tom, Ino called to the air: "Fed! Bring me my oil lamp."

Exploring with a lantern is a piece of cake for him.

Ignoring Dumbledore's curious eyes, Ino has already come to the rock wall with an oil lamp.

Under the light, an extremely simple pattern emerged on the rock wall. The reason why it is simple is that anyone who has learned alchemy can recognize it. This is the most basic exchange ritual magic.

There is not much profound stuff. Just pour the blood containing magic power, and the door will appear automatically.

Although Voldemort's operation can stump many people, everything is very simple under the light of the oil lamp.

Just modify one or two runes and replace the magic power and blood with clean water.

...

"Clear water is like a spring!"

As enough clean water was poured on the rock wall, a white light flashed, and the huge rock wall cracked from the middle, forming an arched entrance.

"It's open! Master Regulus is inside, but there are too many of them..." Kreacher excitedly ran through the doorway, and Sirius followed closely.

As everyone came in, the space hidden by Voldemort finally appeared. But due to the lack of sufficient light source, only a wide lake could be vaguely seen in front of him.

"Strong curse and black magic!" Dumbledore looked at the calm lake.

"Flames!" Ino waved his wand.

The orange-red flames rose, then quickly expanded into a huge cloud, and then split into candles, floating quietly in the air of the cave.

The dark cave was clearly visible under the candlelight that looked like stars, and even the farthest cover was clearly visible.

"Great Transfiguration! If Minerva saw it, it would definitely add points."

Dumbledore looked at the flames in the sky, and it was hard to imagine that in just three years. The once reserved student on the top floor of the Astronomy Tower has now used Transfiguration to this extent.

...

In the cave, under the candlelight, countless corpses at the bottom of the lake opened their eyes at the same time.

The densely packed corpses covered the entire bottom of the lake. Judging from their clothes, these victims were probably Muggles.

But there were also one or two outliers, such as a figure wearing Slytherin's standard robes.

"Master Regulus is down there, at the bottom of the lake..." Kreacher stopped screaming hysterically, his big grey eyes filled with tears.

The moment he saw Regulus, Sirius felt his heart being tightly grasped, and an extreme pain swept through his body.

The little brother who used to follow him and was well-behaved and obedient all day long was now lying in the cold lake forever.

Especially the Slytherin robes, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his soul hard, reminding him that Regulus had not graduated yet and was not yet an adult.

"I'll go get him back! He can't lie there!" Sirius wiped the wet tears from his face, "It's time to go home! Regulus..."

The Inferi is a corpse resurrected by black magic, or a puppet controlled by black magic.

They have no life, soul or thoughts, but are endowed with certain mobility by magic, which is very similar to the living dead in Muggle movies.

Although these Inferi are simple to make and do not have many abilities, once they accumulate in number and form a terrifying corpse tide, their role cannot be underestimated.

However, at this moment, the huge group of Inferi at the bottom of the lake are like timid sniffers, trying their best to find rocks or caves to cover themselves.

As the lowest dark creatures, the nature of the Inferi is to fear fire and light, not to mention the candlelight on the lake that is like stars and contains hope and salvation.

...

Under the suppression of the flames, everything becomes easy.

Sirius jumped into the water with a "plop" and swam towards Regulus regardless of anything.

During the salvage process, Ino did not pay too much attention, after all, Dumbledore was standing next to him, and nothing could happen.

He is now more concerned about Fide, and Fide's joyful emotions came to his mind.

Looking at the looming blue light on the other side of the lake, he did not hesitate and immediately used the Animagus Transfiguration.

The black swan stepped on the water to accumulate power and flapped its wings to fly.

On a rock on the other side.

Fide was drinking a small pool of turbid liquid in the depression of the rock.

"I always thought you didn't eat or drink...it turns out you just don't like it."

Looking at the Phoenix drinking heartily, Ino looked a little strange.

He knew better than anyone what the water in the rock was. The poison prepared by Voldemort himself was so toxic that even Dumbledore fell into a painful hallucination.

Feeling the increasingly clear joy coming from Fide, he finally understood why he was rejected when he fed the herbs before.

It seems that this strange phoenix of his own only eats poison, and it is probably the kind of person who is happier the more poison it eats.

In just a few minutes, the potion in the rock has been drunk to the bottom.

After eating and drinking, Fide slowly flew out of the cave.

Yes, flying.

Perhaps Voldemort was also wary of the phoenix. In the secret space in the inner layer of the cave, not only wizards are prohibited from Apparition, but also phoenixes.

As the potion dried up, Ino also saw the note left by Regulus:

"I will be dead before you read this, but I want you to know that I discovered your secret and plan to destroy it as soon as possible..."

The message that has been buried for more than ten years has seen the light of day again. This childish and slightly proud tone makes people sigh for the boy who once stood here.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he seems to be not afraid of death at all. He used his life to teach the Dark Lord that everyone fears a good lesson.

"You deserve to enter Gryffindor more than Sirius!"

Ino held the note in his hand and sighed softly.

He intends to contribute to the matter of Regulus.

Although the Daily Prophet has always been reporting unilaterally, it is undeniable that he has accumulated some reputation.

Joining forces with Dumbledore, I think no one in the English wizarding world will stop him, including Fudge.

As a standard politician, Fudge has been a minister for more than ten years, so he must understand the basic rules of politics, bullying the old and not the young.