Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

After returning to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius began to focus on Regulus's funeral.

However, he did not let anyone interfere, but took over all the work by himself, as if he wanted to use this method to compensate for his previous misunderstanding of his brother.

After getting the pendant, Tver did not leave immediately, but stayed there to help clean up.

Malvolio, who was in a very good mood, didn't mind it either. He hummed a little tune and helped solve many ancient black magics.

He has witnessed with his own eyes his strength when it reaches its peak. According to this statement, after he successfully masters the soul power that is no less than his own body, his strength may also rise to this level!

It's just that none of them are very good at household magic, and the cleaning speed is not fast. They didn't clean the first floor until Sirius had arranged the cemetery where Regulus was buried.

Sirius spent a day looking for an ancient cemetery, or group of cemeteries.

The location here is relatively secluded, behind a hillside, with a lot of weeds, but not too overgrown, and the surrounding anti-Muggle magic is also running well.

Under the sunlight, it seemed to have a warm feeling.

It's just that this cemetery is very old and there are not many graves. Some of the tombstones are even weathered, and the names of the sleepers can't be seen on the cracked stone slabs.

But that didn't include Regulus's new tombstone.

"This is the cemetery of the Black family. Those weathered parts may be because the protective magic has failed." Sirius, dressed in black, explained calmly.

"Actually, only the patriarch of the Black family is qualified to be buried here."

"But I think Regulus has been proud of the Black family all his life. He is more suitable for the title of Black family patriarch than me, so I chose this place."

Tver nodded slightly. Pure-blood families do have such rules.

"Then start?"

Sirius was silent for a while with a cold face, "Let's get started."

His expression was sad, and he stared deeply at the exquisite coffin in the pit.

"To my dear brother, Regulus Arcturus Black."

"Perhaps my running away from home put you under too much pressure from your mother and family, which led you to embark on this path."

Harry was stunned for a moment and wanted to speak to comfort Sirius, who was blaming himself, but was stopped by Turville.

"Maybe this understanding comes too late, but no matter what, Regulus, you will always be the pride of the Black family," Sirius' voice was hoarse at this point, "I'm proud of you."

Twil gently stood next to Black.

"Maybe no one knows your name, but your achievements will last forever, tribute to Regulus."

"Salute to Regulus." Even Malvolio whispered along with everyone.

This was also the purpose of Tver specially bringing him here.

Regulus also joined the ranks of Death Eaters because he admired Voldemort's idea of ​​overturning the Law of Secrecy.

Only after realizing the cruelty faced by ordinary people here did he want to resist Voldemort.

But now, there is a Voldemort he once admired, a normal Voldemort, who is willing to affirm his original thoughts, which is also a comfort to him.

Everyone, including the elf, was silent for a while, and then under the leadership of Sirius, each picked up a shovel and covered it with soil one by one.

After doing all this, everyone stayed with Sirius in a daze for a while, as well as Kreacher's howling ghosts.

"Professor, didn't you say that Regulus is a Slytherin?"

Taking this opportunity, Harry whispered the question he had been holding back for several days.

"Yes." Tver replied calmly.

"Then why would he rather sacrifice himself to resist Voldemort?"

In the past few years of studying at Hogwarts, if you ask Harry what he hates most in school, he will definitely tell you that it is Slytherin House and Severus Snee, the director of the Snake House. general!

In his impression, Slytherin is synonymous with insidiousness and unscrupulous tactics!

But now, he felt courage in a Slytherin, courage greater than even many Gryffindors.

This made him a little confused.

"Harry, do you remember what I reminded you many times? Don't judge someone easily."

"People in Slytherin House do like to study some unpleasant ideas. For example, Regulus once harbored the idea of ​​pure-blood supremacy."

"But it doesn't mean they don't have a brave side. People are complex. It's absolutely wrong to use one label to summarize a person."

“It can even take away a lot of the goodwill you should feel.”

For some reason, Tver thought of Snape, the Slytherin who endured until death. To some extent, he was somewhat similar to Regulus.

I just don’t know if the ending will be the same...

Even if Twil wanted to save him, it was still too dangerous to be an undercover agent next to Voldemort. Neither Twil nor Dumbledore could guarantee his absolute safety.

Harry nodded in understanding.

In the past three years, the professor seemed to tell him similar words every year, but they became more and more profound and made him feel more and more empathetic.

"Come on, let's go back." Sirius also gathered his emotions, turned around and said to them.

But this time, Tver and Malvolio will not return to Grimmauld Place.

While Malvolio was in a good mood, he could just do some hygiene for a few days.

There are still several floors to come. Even if you give another Horcrux, you can't control the Dark Lord like this!

Only after returning to Welfare Manor, Tver skillfully merged the soul of the pendant into Malvolio's soul.

An unexpected but reasonable letter was delivered to them.

"Voldemort returned to Riddle House and drove Nagini to kill a Muggle and split the seventh Horcrux."

This is the letter Wormtail sent secretly, and it is one of the two things Twil asked him to do.

It seemed that because his soul was replenished again, Malvolio even recovered his body much faster.

Or maybe he can't wait to become stronger!

"In the trance, the soul of the pendant is vulnerable. I already feel that my soul is not much worse than the original body!"

After research, they also realized that the strength of the illusion depends on the power of the soul.

As for Voldemort and his Horcruxes, their soul power is too weak and cannot pose a threat to them at all.

"Of course, to be cautious, it would be better to absorb more souls!"

He said with a salivation on his face, and kept rubbing his hands on his chest, looking like a fly waiting to eat.