Salted Fish Professor at Hogwarts

The moment the doorbell rang, it made him think a lot, and he was also guessing who would come to visit him at this moment when he had just returned home.

But he searched through the memories in his mind and couldn't figure out who it could be.

He has been away from this world for too long, a full ten years, and the people he knew or traveled with back then were either exonerated Death Eaters or currently imprisoned in Azkaban.

People in Azkaban have no chance of coming out, so they won't be this group of people.And the Death Eaters who have been exonerated will not come to him at this time, because up to now, his identity is still a Death Eater on the surface. Those who have been exonerated will not come to him at this time. It's time to get involved with him.

"Who could it be? Who would know about my return?"

With these questions in mind, Regulus did not go upstairs to his room, but turned around and walked downstairs, arriving in front of his house, and his magic wand was held in his left hand.

Kreacher followed Regulus and came to the door together.For him, at this moment, he didn't want to leave Regulus' side even for a second.

That's how house elves are, all interests come first, even if they sacrifice themselves, they must protect their master's interests.

Standing in front of the door, Regulus held the magic wand in his left hand, fully prepared, and then said to Kreacher: "Open the door, Kreacher!"

He did not choose to open the door by himself, because opening the door by himself would give him insufficient time to respond. Moreover, Kreacher was a very good helper by his side. As for the danger, it was not that Regulus did not consider it.

It was precisely because of the danger of opening the door that he asked Kreacher to open the door. This would allow him to quickly respond to the incoming person and provide guarantee for Kreacher's safety.He still has a certain degree of confidence in his current strength, especially now after acquiring those skills and magic power in the Demon Realm.

Without any hesitation, Kreacher came to the door and opened it directly. The moment the door was opened, Regulus could see clearly the figure at the door.

It was Dumbledore who stood at the door and rang the doorbell. He was wearing a purple velvet wizard robe with many stars and moons embroidered on it. He had long silver-white shawl hair, and a white beard in front that reached his waist, and in the middle of the beard. Also tied with red rope.

Half-moon glasses were blocked in front of his blue eyes, which were shining brightly. He stood quietly in front of the door and looked at the two masters and servants inside.

"Good morning, Mr. Black!"

The quiet Dumbledore was the first to stand on the opposite side and say hello to him, but Regulus was in an extremely complicated mood at the moment.He really didn't expect that the person standing at the door would be the ultimate big BOOS in this world. Facing this person, he had no idea of ​​using magic.

The difference in strength between the two parties was too great. Even if he made a move, he would probably have been subdued on the spot before he could do anything.With a golden finger, he is confident that he will surpass the old man in front of him in the future, but that is only the future, not the present.

After gathering his confused thoughts and taking back the magic wand in his left hand, he replied to the old man opposite.

"Professor Dumbledore, how are you after not seeing each other for so many years? Come in and chat, Professor. I believe you have many questions now, and I also have many questions now."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation, and at the same time made room for the door. Kreacher, who was standing next to him, showed that he did not welcome the arrival of Old Deng.

Dumbledore did not hesitate and walked into the room from the door. At the same time, he was also observing the interior of the building. When he saw the dilapidation, the former grandeur was still revealed, and he felt a little regret for the downfall of the Black family.

This regret is not for the Black family who supported Voldemort, but for the status quo of pure blood in the wizarding world.

Following Regulus, he walked inside and calmed down his thoughts. He didn't say anything at this time, and it wasn't yet time for the two of them to have a formal conversation.

Regulus guided him towards the living room on the second floor. When the two of them passed by Walburga's portrait, Walburga didn't have much of a good look at Dumbledore's arrival. Perhaps it was due to the other's reputation that he let him She didn't say anything outrageous, she just stared at him with her lips pressed tightly together.

Walking all the way into the living room, Dumbledore was also very curious about this building. When passing the stairs on the second floor, he saw the heads of house elves, but Dumbledore's expression did not change at all.

When he came to the sofa in the living room, he drew out his magic wand and cast a transformation spell on the dilapidated sofa beside him, restoring the sofa to its previous functions.

While sitting on the sofa, Dumbledore looked at Regulus who was also sitting on the sofa and said: "It's a beautiful transformation. It seems that your magic has not been wasted in these years!"

"I'm sorry, Professor, it's just some tricks." After saying that, he looked at Kreacher who was following him and continued: "Kreacher, give us something casually."

After hearing the order, Kreacher immediately disappeared from the two of them and went to prepare something somewhere.

"Haha, I can see that you are very important in the eyes of the elf."

Regulus did not respond to Dumbledore's words, but looked at him and said, "Professor, I hope you can explain to me how you knew I was back. Don't deny it, because I came back very secretly. No one knew at all that I had taken precautions when I came back."

"Phineas told me that your great-great-grandfather asked me to find you after he got the news that you had come back from the dead!"

This answer stunned him. The amount of information in these words was so great that his brain could not react for a moment. He had not told anyone except himself about his resurrection from the dead, but the other person How did Lao Dengtou know.

He thought that the other party's answer would clear up his doubts, but now he was even more confused.

At this time, Kreacher returned to the living room with many cups and plates floating behind him and placed things on the coffee table.

"Master, Kreacher is useless. These are the only things found at home. It's Kreacher who didn't do a good job. Everything is Kreacher's fault."

As he spoke, Kreacher knelt on the ground, and his head was about to come into close contact with the floor. It was obvious that he wanted to punish himself.

Facing this Dumbledore, he didn't interact much with Kreacher, he just stopped his behavior.

"Okay, Kreacher, go down."

Kreacher was very obedient, climbed up from the ground, and walked outside. But on the way, he took out a stick from somewhere and hit himself on the head as he walked.

When Kreacher disappeared, Regulus turned his head and looked at Dumbledore again.