Salted Fish Professor at Hogwarts

"Professor, you are a bit too modest!"

Dumbledore laughed. The exchange between the two had always been friendly. Especially after talking for a while, he felt more and more that Regulus was not a Death Eater.

Now that he had changed, Dumbledore felt that he was completely different from the person he remembered.

"Okay, then it's time for us to talk about what I promised Phineas. I hope you answer my questions truthfully, otherwise I will consider whether I should help you exonerate yourself."

"Of course!"

"Mr. Black, did you ever hurt anyone when you were a Death Eater following Voldemort?"

"Of course not. I was still young at the time, only 16 years old. Between the time I joined the Death Eaters and the time I died, all I did for the Dark Lord was to help him persuade other pure-blood families. , let these families join the ranks of the Dark Lord.

Apart from being a lobbyist, I have not been exposed to other things. If I had been exposed to it, I might have been eliminated by the Dark Lord long ago. "

The two of them had a conversation, and Dumbledore asked him questions and answered them without hiding anything. He told Dumbledore all the things in his memory one by one.

"Okay, Mr. Black, I think you really haven't done anything, so this is easy to handle. The Wizengamot is not an unreasonable place. I will vouch for you when the time comes."

After saying that, Dumbledore got up from the sofa and walked downstairs.

"I've been staying with you for a long time. I think it's time for me to leave. If anything happens, you can ask Phineas to come to me at any time!"

As Dumbledore walked downstairs and passed the family tree, he stopped again and faced the entire wall with the family tree painted on it.

"The family tree of your family has deep magic. I hope you can make good use of it in the future and not study in the field of black magic. I hope that next time we meet, you will still be yourself as you are now!"

These words were like Old Deng's warning to him. Regulus, in order to reassure him at this moment, thought of a magic, a magic that only the white wizard could use. The black wizard could not use it. Magic that produces any reaction.

"Call God Guard!"

A ray of silver light emitted from the tip of the staff, and the light began to condense in front of the two people. Finally, an eagle cry came, and Dumbledore was surprised again when he looked closely.

"Griffin! Your patron saint is very special. This is the second patron saint of magical creatures that I know of. The third one has not been found so far.

Your Patronus Charm is very powerful, and seeing you able to use it really puts my mind at ease again. "

After saying that, he stepped onto the stairs, and then he sent the other party to the first floor.Before he went out, Dumbledore said again.

"Before you go to the Wizengamot, I hope you can stay at home. The hearing date will not be too far away. Goodbye Wizengamot, Regulus! And about your resurrection, I hope you won't tell anyone else. anyone."

This was the first time that Dumbledore called him Regulus. When they first met, Old Dumbledore's attitude had changed a lot.

Under his gaze, Old Dengtou disappeared at the door of Grimmauld Place and stood at the door for a while before he returned home again.

"It seems that with Dumbledore's guarantee, I will be able to act openly and openly in the wizarding world in the future. This feels quite good, and I don't have to think about making money anymore. It's good for rich children and rich second generations. There is no need at all. Worry about money!”

Talking to himself, he returned to the living room just now, holding the book on the table, and then said something into the air, and then walked to his room on the fifth floor.

"Kreacher, you have to be more diligent and clean up your house first!"

Looking at the house number hanging on the door of his room, he was full of temperament, but he could see a little childishness in it.

When he came to the room, he first touched the head of the bed and found that the dust was completely different from the scene downstairs. He thought to himself: 'It seems that Kreacher started cleaning after learning that he was alive. '

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar furnishings in the room, the silver and green colors symbolizing Slytherin can be seen everywhere, as well as the Black family coat of arms covering everything.

In addition to these things, there are also many yellowed newspaper clippings, and the things in the newspapers are all about Voldemort. From this, we can see how much the predecessor worshiped Voldemort.

The wand was held in his hand again, and with a few spells, all the things related to Voldemort in the room floated together. Then a flame ignited, burning everything into ashes, and then controlled the ashes and threw them into the fireplace.

As for the smoke produced by the burning in the room, he also controlled it with magic, opened the window and threw it outside the room.

Sure enough, after all of Voldemort's things were gone, the room looked much more pleasing to the eye. He walked towards the bed. There was a group photo on the bedside table. It was a group photo of members of the Quidditch team, and he was standing in the middle, smiling. He waved while the players around him were also joking with each other.

Seeing the photo reminded him of the memory of playing Quidditch in school. Regulus at that time was so high-spirited and his smile was so cheerful. If he hadn't joined the Death Eaters at that time, he would probably have lost his temper in the future. He will become an excellent professional Quidditch player.

"You sing about the sunrise, you sing about the sunset, Harry Potter rides a broomstick to fly around, but my broom can only clean up the garbage, what, is, a happy planet."

As he sang, he turned his head and looked towards one wall of the room, where five flying brooms were hung, and memories of these brooms also surged in his mind.

Of the five on the wall, at least three were given to him by his brother Sirius, including one of the most special ones, a children's version of a broomstick that the Global Broom Company changed from popularity in order to survive before going bankrupt. A modified version of the children's broom produced on the ship.

It was a birthday gift from Sirius, which cost Sirius half a year's pocket money.

Seeing these brooms also reminded him of Sirius O'Lynn Black, who was still imprisoned in Azkaban, squatting in the torment with their cousin Bellatrix.

"My reckless brother, as a member of the Black family, you should not stay in Azkaban. Just wait, I will get you out when I sort out my own affairs!"

Everything in the room was the same as before he left. After looking around, he found that there was nothing in mind, so he walked towards his bed.

Then he threw his whole body into the bed. He lay on the bed without taking off his clothes and fell into a deep sleep. The quilt on the bed automatically covered him after he fell asleep.