This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Harry and Sirius were referees again, but this time the result was somewhat unexpected.

Vincent and Dumbledore repaired walls and ceilings at a speed that was not much different, and in the end, the two completed the restoration almost at the same time.

"Professor, aren't you trying to do it all?"

Dumbledore still smiled and said nothing.

Vincent stared at the old wand in his hand.

Since it is a competition, it must be ensured to be fair.

There must be some water release. The age difference between the two sides is here, and the magic level cannot be exactly the same.

The result was a draw, probably because Dumbledore deliberately maintained his magic at the same level as Vincent.

The legend of Deathly Hallows has always been the strongest increase in magic, regardless of whether it is true or false.

The increase of the Double Snake Staff is not low, and the secondary increase of the locket can be even close to the Old Magic Wand.

After Vincent figured it out, he suddenly felt the locket in his hand was heavy.

The magic increase of the same level as the old wand, it is difficult for a wizard to reject this temptation.

The locket is a relic of Salazar Slytherin, and is also a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation by the Gunter family. It can greatly enhance the holder's magical strength.

But it doesn't seem to be a problem to take it for yourself like this.

Vincent made the snake wood of the double snake staff from the snake wood tree at the gate of the Ilfmoni Magic School, and the horns of the pole core were taken from the thousand-year-old snake monster Chomgand, both of which were with Salazar S Lytherin has a lot of roots.

Moreover, Voldemort is the descendant of the Slytherin and the Gunter family. Another heirloom resurrection stone is already in his hands. It should be natural to add another locket, right?

No...not right.

To him, the resurrection stone was just a stone of special shape, and was handed over to him to keep it from being immersed in the past.

The locket is completely different. Even if it can greatly improve its magical strength, even if there is a connection between the two double snake staffs, even if Vincent is qualified to use it, it does not mean that he can obtain the qualification to have it because of this.

No one who is lost in power has a good ending.

Grindelwald has paid a heavy price for it, and Voldemort is paying it.

Vincent took a deep breath, and after a brief tangle, he handed the locket to Dumbledore.

"Professor, this thing doesn't belong to me."

His expression was not hesitant at all, and his eyes were not nostalgic.

Sirius and Harry were both particularly surprised by this.

Dumbledore was also a little surprised, but he was more relieved.

When he was a teenager, he was once lost and eventually made a big mistake.

Even if you are lost, you will never come back.

However, Vincent clearly rejected the locket, rejecting this power that was within reach.

"If..." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, he picked up the locket handed to him, "Your choice is right, so is his choice."

Vincent relaxed himself and chuckled, "To prove his old man's vision, I lost a big baby."

"You still have time to regret it."

"No, if he knew about this, he would have to come and beat me up."

Sirius and Harry were confused, but neither of them asked who the "he" was.

The Horcrux was successfully solved, and now there is only one last thing left.

The four of them came to the stairs and heard the woman crying.

Sirius walked quickly towards the portrait of Mrs. Black with an impatient look on his face.

When he saw Clicche in front of the portrait, he was also sobbing quietly, and he immediately understood what was going on here.

The coma he had just cast looked very powerful, but it was actually not much more powerful.

Mrs. Black fainted, otherwise the coma curse she cast with all her might would definitely make her faint instantly.

"Woooo...my poor Regulus..."

Sirius didn't even look at her, and passed by the portrait and Clicher.

Mrs. Black stopped crying and saw him walking over and picking up Regulus and walking back.

"You...you..."

Sirius didn't look at her either.

"You...whether are you going to take your brother..."

He heard Mrs. Black's calm voice before turning around and looking over.

"You care where I take him, now I'm the one who decides the family."

Mrs. Black's anger suddenly came up, "You nerd! Get out of here!"

Sirius snorted with disdain on his face, "You didn't care about me when you were alive. Will I still listen to you now?"

"Get out! Immediately! Get out now!"

"Do you think I'd rather be here? If I hadn't been to take Regules home, I wouldn't have been lazy to come back to this haunted place."

After saying that, Sirius walked quickly towards the stairs.

"You...you..." Mrs. Black stared at his back fiercely.

"Miss...." Kliche asked weakly, "Kliche, Kliche wants to go up..."

"If you want to go, go." Mrs. Black suddenly thought of something and immediately changed her words: "No, follow me and watch them tightly. Don't let my gangster take away anything from the house."

Kliche quickly bowed and saluted, "Yes, hostess, Kliche will look at Master Sirius."

It snapped its fingers gently and then appeared on the stairs on the third floor.

Sirius in the front glanced at it.

He said nothing and continued to walk upstairs.

There are only two rooms on the top floor of Black's ancestral house, and they belong to the two young masters in the family.

A dusty sign hung on the door facing the stairs. Harry reached out and gently wiped it, revealing Sirius's name.

After running away from home for nearly twenty years, Mrs. Black still retains this room.

Sirius in the front stopped in front of another room.

There is also a sign hanging on the door, not only does not have a trace of dust, but it even looks particularly grand. It seems that Clicche cleans it frequently.

Vincent and Harry looked at the sign from afar, then looked at each other tacitly.

Master, there is still ^.^ after this chapter.

The fortifications and the content on the sign reminded them both of Percy at the same time.

"Incoming without my permission. Regulus Akturus Black"

Sirius gently opened the door and faced the three of them before entering, "I guess it will take a lot of time. You guys wait for me in my room."

"Okay." Harry responded, returned to the stairs, and couldn't wait to open the door.

Clicche outside looked left and right, and finally chose to walk into Regulus' room.

The inside was cleaned up, with Slytherin's green and silver everywhere, Black family seals and the motto of "Forever Pure" were carefully engraved on the head of the bed, and there were many yellowed newspaper clippings placed next to the long desk.

Sirius placed Regulus gently on the bed, "Welcome home, my good brother, Regulus."

Kliche stood in the corner next to the door, a little timid, "Master Sirius, Kliche... Kliche wants to change his clothes for Master Regulus."

Sirius nodded with his back to it.

The black robe that was caught like a rag by the Yin corpse was indeed too inappropriate, and Regulus must have disliked it very much.

Sirius moved his eyes to the desk as Kliche opened the wardrobe to pick out his clothes.

The clippings were glued into irregular collages, all about Voldemort.

"This fool..." Sirius reached out and pulled open the drawer above, which contained some remaining materials for making lockets.

The drawer below is an old textbook with a quill and an ink bottle next to it.

He picked up the old textbook, and there was still a book underneath.

A magic book, a magic book that exudes an unknown aura, "Revealing the Secret of the Sharp Black Magic".

Sirius saw a green snake-shaped label on the book, and he forced himself to open it.

With just a glance, his face became particularly ugly.

Because the above content is exactly the introduction and production method of the Horcrux.

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