This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Making a Horcrux requires splitting a part of your soul and then transferring it to a prepared container.

It increases the life of the maker and also makes it "dehumanized".

Not only the inhuman appearance, but also the inner heart, sympathy, love, human nature, etc. will gradually disappear, eventually causing the wizard to embark on a dark road.

Although the Horcrux cannot make people immortal like the Philosopher's Stone, the Horcrux has a magical ability that the Philosopher's Stone does not have, that is, "Unageless".

When the first Horcrux is made, the wizard will stop growing old because the soul he sealed in the Horcrux will remain in its state forever.

Not getting old does not mean immortality. As long as the Horcrux is destroyed, he can be killed.

There is no free lunch in the world, and this extremely evil black magic naturally needs to pay a huge price.

The pain of splitting the soul, inhuman changes in the body, emotional deficiencies and other costs will make the wizard always be between life and death, which is commonly known as "no rebirth in the last ever."

Sirius closed the book in horror and did not dare to continue reading the method of making the Horcrux.

Voldemort was successfully made such an evil and unfamiliar thing, and there were more than one.

There are already three diary, Gunter rings inlaid with resurrection stones, and Slytherin's lockets, and the rest are Hufflepuff's Golden Cup and Harry.

Thinking of Harry, Sirius suddenly cheered up.

He put the book back into the drawer and stood up to look at Regulus, who had already changed his clothes.

"Leave the rest to me, you can have a good rest."

Maybe it was an illusion, and Clicher, who was standing beside him, seemed to see Regulus smiling.

It wiped its big eyes and found that it was because it was reading it wrong.

"Master Sirius, when do you plan to hold it..."

"After dawn," Sirius squatted beside the bed and carefully tidied up the clothes for Regulus, "Be simple, I will call you a few friends."

"Yes." Kliche seemed a little dissatisfied, but it quickly packed up the room.

It was several hours before dawn, and the funeral of the Black family should not be so hasty.

But from Sirius's perspective, in order not to let Regulus down, the lower the key, the better.

On the other side,

Sirius' room.

It is very spacious and looks very beautiful even with dust.

The bedside is engraved with a large, exquisitely carved bed, long velvet curtains on high windows, chandeliers with candles, large wooden wardrobes, several large Gryffindor flags…

All the decorations in the room look much more luxurious than Draco's dormitory. The stickers and pictures that are almost covered with four walls are completely incompatible with the room. Only through some gaps can the original silver-gray satin walls be seen.

The motorcycle pictures are fine, but those bikini girl posters that can still be identified at a glance are really hard to stretch.

Dumbledore, who was over one hundred years old and was used to the strong winds and waves, looked directly at the chandelier on the ceiling.

Vincent watched it with relish.

The young Sirius is quite tasteful. They are all fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged, and are not inferior to those Miss Universe or anything else.

However, judging from their sexy bikini and the faded smile on their faces, these posters should be from the Muggle world like motorcycle pictures.

No wonder Mrs. Black got angry when she saw Sirius, and she was clamoring.

There is no one else's degree of rebellion. It is easy to say that rebellious is a matter of ruthlessness.

However, in the pictures that were incompatible with the room, a magic photo was particularly conspicuously stuck to the wall.

They were four Hogwarts students standing together with their arms in hand, laughing at the camera.

Harry recognized his father at a glance.

The unsatisfied black hair was strangling behind his head like him, and she was wearing glasses.

Next to him is his godfather Sirius, who is handsome and free and unruly, with a slightly arrogant face.

On the left of James was Lupin, who looked a little sloppy and a little gloomy, but his face was filled with a surprised and happy look.

To the right of Sirius, that is, on the edge is the dwarf Peter.

He is short and fat, with moist eyes. He is probably excited to meet such a group of cool friends.

But he betrayed his friends and betrayed these friends who treated him sincerely.

Harry took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Dumbledore was still looking at the chandelier, while Vincent curiously opened the desk drawer.

There are a large stack of letters inside, because they have been severely faded after a long time.

Harry also approached with curiosity, "What are these?"

"Maybe it's a love letter?" Vincent picked up the top letter casually, "We'll know if we open it and take a look."

Harry thought about it, but he took the envelope and took it apart and opened the wax seal.

The letter paper looks very new, and in addition to the musty smell, you can also smell a faint perfume smell.

"To my dear Sirius, I am Mia Jamison, fifth-year Gryffindor College. I actually like you for a long time..."

Harry quickly put the letter paper back.

Vincent picked up another letter, "It seems I guessed it right."

Usually, such letters stuffed into the drawer are not too important, not to mention that they are too lazy to even disassemble them. What else can they be if they are not love letters?

"It's very experienced..." Dumbledore sighed in a low voice.

Harry recalls this year's Valentine's Day.

The scene outside the boys' dormitory at that time was really frightening.

Fortunately, they are not from the same dormitory.

Vincent was about to stuff the letter back into the drawer, but a figure suddenly appeared and snatched the letter away.

"Dirty mud breeds, how dare you touch the noble Black family things!"

"Shut up!" Sirius outside the door rushed in with great strides, pulled out his wand and slammed Kliche's bare forehead.

"He is my friend. If you have another time, I will definitely fire you!"

Kliche lowered his head and put the letter back into the drawer without saying a word and then closed it.

Sirius pointed his wand out the door, "Go and do what you should do. You are not allowed to step into this room without my order."

Kliche left, and before leaving, he looked at Vincent.

Perhaps in its concept, Muggle-born wizards are probably not as good as their enslaved house elves.

Sirius looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, Vincent, our family has deep malice towards all non-pure-blooded wizards, so don't take it to heart."

Vincent smiled and shrugged, "I'm fine. Some wizards' prejudice and even hostility against me have never stopped. I've been used to it."

A great man once said: Once he becomes strong enough, all kinds of ridicule, abuse, and slander will naturally lose persuasion, and speaking with strength and achievements is always an effective way to deal with all kinds of scolding.

I was barked twice by the dog on the side of the road, but it was not as good as I could to get up and beat the dog up.

If it pounces on someone and bites it, it will be killed with one stick.

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