Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Not to mention how Lucius Malfoy left Azkaban in a daze.

In the other direction, in a slightly desolate area under the bustling London night, in the backyard of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, a silent funeral was being held.

Although it is a pity, Regulus, who has become an Inferi, has no hope of resurrection. He can only die in a fire, ashes to ashes, earth to earth.

There were not many participants in the funeral. Except for Sirius, the only surviving member of the Black family, and the house elf Kreacher, there were only Dumbledore, Soul, and Hermione, except for Percy's Weasley family and a few members of the Order of the Phoenix. No one else but the members.

Severus Snape had no intention of participating in the subsequent funeral and disapparated immediately after arriving at Grimmauld Place.

A small dirt bag and a stone tablet with the words Regulus Black engraved on it are Regulus's final destination.

According to normal circumstances, Regulus should be buried in the ancestral grave of the Black family.

Yes, just like the customs of ancient families in the East, there is also a term for ancestral graves in the West. However, due to the special circumstances, Regulus could only choose to settle in the backyard of his family.

Sirius and Kreacher dug out the grave shovel by shovel and buried it themselves, without the help of magic.

Kreacher looked at the stone monument in a daze, silently, tears rolling down his face. Although he was sad, the shackles on his body had been removed. After completing his master's last command, Kreacher was left with only longing, and this longing will also Stay with it until you die.

The funeral began and ended in silence.

To be honest, there was no trace of sadness in Soul's heart. It was not cold-blooded, but the fact that he could not accept the truth. He had no contact with Regulus at all. There was a whole generation difference between the two.

When leaving the backyard, Dumbledore walked slowly to Kreacher, took out a locket from his pocket and handed it to him. Kreacher was stunned in grief.

"Before leaving there, there was a vacuum in the potion in the stone basin for a moment. I found an opportunity and brought it out. I think you won't refuse it, right?"

"Of course not, Mr. Dumbledore." Kreacher took the locket from Dumbledore with trembling hands. This is the only relic of its young master, or to be precise, this is the only relic. The only relic that can be regarded as the link between it and Regulus.

Soul was a little surprised. He originally thought that the counterfeit item made by Regulus would sleep in that cave forever, but unexpectedly, it ended up here.

"Open it and take a look, Kreacher," Dumbledore said warmly.

"Open?" Kreacher didn't react, but his old fingers subconsciously pressed the button of the locket.

Different from the real locket, which cannot be opened by any means, this fake one naturally has no restrictions. The locket spring, which has been soaked in the emerald green potion for more than ten years, is still sensitive, and it makes a crisp sound. After a clicking sound, the lid was lifted.

In the place where the photo was attached to the locket, tightly folded parchment came into view.

No matter who it was, there was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

But Dumbledore's expression was very calm.

Oh, it’s understandable. After getting this locket, he opened it immediately and took a look. It was in line with Old Bee’s style. Oh no, maybe it was the powerful magic that made him sense the existence of something in it.

Kreacher trembled and took the parchment out of the locket with his thin, bony fingers.

Unfold slowly.

A piece of parchment with written words was completely unfolded in front of everyone.

Kreacher's lips trembled, and the familiar way of writing made the tears that had briefly stopped pouring down from his eyes again.

"To...To the Dark Lord..." It just read the beginning before bursting into tears.

Dumbledore gently took the letter from it and continued reading in Kreacher's voice.

"By the time you read this, I should be dead."

"But I want you, who has always been regarded as my role model and idol, to know that I have discovered your secret."

"This locket is a Horcrux, right?"

"Yes, you should have guessed that I stole the real Horcrux, just like you always praised me for my cleverness and courage."

"Oh, I stole it not to protect it, but to destroy it completely."

"I am willing to throw myself into the arms of death. I only hope that you can be killed when you meet your opponent."

"rab"

Kreacher howled as Dumbledore pronounced the last letters.

There was a long silence, and everyone present listened completely to what Dumbledore said.

"Rabbi, does that mean Regulus?" Harry asked softly.

"Yes." Sirius' face was heavy and complicated, "regulusarcturusblack, this is the full name of my weak-tempered fool brother, and rab is his abbreviation."

"But he is not now, Sirius." Dumbledore folded the parchment and put it in Kreacher's hand. Kreacher was still crying, but his hand subconsciously held the letter firmly in his palm.

"He is brave." Dumbledore looked at the stone tablet engraved with the words Regulus Black. "At least at the moment when he was willing to die in exchange for the Horcrux, he was fearless and kind."

Sirius fell silent.

This is my younger brother who was a big fan of Voldemort, who worshiped Voldemort crazily when he heard about Voldemort's glorious history as a child, and became a 'glorious Death Eater' at the age of 16.

At the last moment of his life, he made an action that even he had to admit and admire.

"I think we need to change it and give this warrior who really stood in the light at the last moment a real epitaph."

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and looked at everyone present.

When they came back, whether they were people who were at Black's ancestral home before or several members of the Order of the Phoenix, they all clearly understood the whole story.

No one, including Sirius, expressed clear opposition to Dumbledore's suggestion.

The Elder Wand danced in the air.

The empty space on the stone tablet is filled with dust.

A short line of handwriting appeared on the stone tablet. Although the handwriting was short, it truly expressed the life of this heroic, originally hostile, 'warrior'---

"In the darkness, but with a heart for the light, a fearless and kind-hearted Slytherin."

Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?