Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

After destroying Streitlin's locket, Albert's system reward was to increase the level of the Death Curse by one. The level of the potion had already reached the highest level. There was no way to increase it. At most, it would increase some experience, and it would not produce a qualitative change.

Sirius wrote to Dumbledore and Moody, telling them that the Horcruxes had been destroyed.

When Dumbledore and Moody arrived at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, their expressions were very complicated. One of them had taught Regulus, and the other had fought against Regulus before.

"Regulus is a good boy!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

But no amount of praise could suppress Sirius' desire to see Regulus.

He pleaded: "I want him to return to his roots, at least be buried in the Black family cemetery, let me go to that place!"

This time, Fox took four people and phantomed into the cave. It was much more convenient and faster, and Moody didn't even need to make another sacrifice.

The process of finding Regulus went smoothly. Dumbledore only used a magic spell to lift all the hundreds of Inferi out of the bottom of the lake. He checked them one by one and finally found Regulus.

He was very young and thin, but his body was somewhat swollen from being soaked in water all year round.

As soon as he saw Regulus, Sirius couldn't hold back and burst into tears. If only he could know the true face of Regulus earlier, he wouldn't misunderstand his younger brother all the time...

At least, can you see him one last time?

Unfortunately, it was too late now. Sirius regretted it too much. His brother suffered great torture before his death and became an inferi. His soul is still suffering endless pain.

"Sirius, Regulus should want to have a good sleep." Dumbledore said softly, and he gently patted Sirius who was crying.

Sirius lost control of his emotions. It took a long time until a gust of wind blew from the dark island in the middle of the lake, like a breath of cool breath blowing on the back of Sirius' neck, and he slowly recovered.

"You're right, Dumbledore, Regulus needs a good night's sleep, he's so tired...

The flames are blazing! "

The blazing purple-red flames burned Regulus's body, from flesh to bones, and finally only gray-white ashes remained on the ground, with a faint black light on them. They were the remnants of black magic and could not be removed.

In mid-air, an illusory figure floated. He looked very young, about 20 years old, maybe not yet. He exuded a faint light of soul. He first nodded to the three Alberts, and then looked at the little boy with tears in his eyes. Sirius.

The white soul floated slowly. From his original position to Sirius, it was less than three meters, but it took him a lifetime of effort. He opened his arms and wanted to hug Sirius.

The illusory arms passed through, and under Sirius's tearful gaze, Regulus's soul burned inch by inch from his feet to his hips and then to his head.

In the holy firelight, Regulus smiled and said goodbye to Sirius. He opened his mouth slightly, but could not make a sound until the firelight ended.

The last spark flew to Regulus's ashes and penetrated into the gray-black ashes. In an instant, the black magic attached to the ashes was cleaned away, and the powder on the ground returned to its pure white appearance.

Sirius put Regulus's ashes into a bronze box. The Inferi could not be reversed, so this was the best result.

Regulus has been found, and Albert proposed to transcend these inferi. As long as they exist, they will suffer for a day. It is better to let Albert and the others free them, and they do not have to suffer the pain of the soul day and night.

"Fire is blazing!" "Vulcan opens the way!" "Lightning storm!"

Fire and electric light covered the lake, and also illuminated the dark cave, making the cave as bright as day, and hundreds of Inferi evaporated directly.

After everything was done, the few people returned the same way. Dumbledore's Fawkes was a big help. With a flash of fire, the few people returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Thank you..." Sirius held the urn in his arms and thanked the three of them.

When Albert and Dumbledore saw that Sirius was still in a stable mood, they said goodbye. Albert keenly felt that Dumbledore seemed to have something to tell him.

"Well, you guys go back first. I want to be alone with Regulus for a while."

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In the Hog's Head Bar, Dumbledore and Albert sat opposite each other, while Moody drank glass after glass of Firewhiskey, looking quite bold, and some of the amber liquid spilled on the table.

"Alastor Moody, are you the reincarnation of an evil spirit? Save your drink!" Aberforth felt sorry for his wine. Although Dumbledore had paid for it, as a boss, he couldn't stand Moody. Such a waste.

"I've been fighting all my life, can't I enjoy it?" Moody said drunkenly, swaying and looking like he was about to collapse.

He was happy to know that a Horcrux had been eliminated today!

"Haha, I know what you promised Albus. Now that you are so happy, I hope you will not die in your position as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Aberforth sneered, making Moody stare in anger. Shouting to fight him.

Dumbledore watched the two of them arguing with each other with a smile, and finally realized that there was Albert next to him. He coughed twice to clear his throat, sat upright, and said:

"Ahem, I personally suggest that you take advantage of the two days of vacation to study contract magic at home."

"What?" Albert didn't understand. Dumbledore asked him to study contract magic. What was he doing?

"Just remember. I have important things to do in the next period of time and am very busy. The search for Horcruxes has come to an end for the time being." Dumbledore ordered a little butterbeer in front of him, leaving only a little knowledge. Slowly fill up.

"You can't refill the curse here. This is prohibited in all bars. If you want to be..." Albert noticed Aberforth looking over here and shut up immediately.

"Haha, as long as Aberforth doesn't see it, I won't release him..." Dumbledore chuckled, showing a smile like an old fox.

"Okay, let's get down to business. Yesterday I applied to the Ministry of Magic to ask the Wizengamot to accept you as a young wizard representative. The day after tomorrow, you need to go to the Tenth Courtroom and the Wizengamot will hold a meeting to review whether you qualified."

Dumbledore took a sip of butterbeer and felt it was not sweet enough. He took out two cockroach piles from his pocket, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them with enjoyment.

Albert picked his ears and said, "Did I hear you correctly, representative of the young wizards of Wizengamot?"

"Of course, you are fully qualified, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, and I also revealed that you destroyed some dark magic items left by Voldemort.

Although Fudge tried his best to deny it, the Quidditch World Cup had been fermented by the Daily Prophet and had become known to everyone. Now the wizarding world was very opposed to dark magic and dark wizards.

Although I didn't explicitly say that it was a Horcrux, as long as Voldemort's name is mentioned, there will be people in the Ministry of Magic supporting you to become a youth benchmark against dark magic! "