I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 222 Blake’s Funeral

"Then let's get started!" Owen's voice was a little eager.

He looked in the mirror at Principal Dexter, who was somewhat yellowed.

There was no trace of panic in his eyes. On the contrary, he looked very anxious.

As if impatient.

hoo hoo hoo!

I'm going to do a foreign god.

Wow!It sounds interesting!

"What to start with? We need a long-term plan for this kind of thing." Sirius was the first to express his refusal.

That's dealing with a god, why did it come from Owen's mouth, it's as simple as catching an acromantula in the Forbidden Forest.

Besides, he glanced aside at Dumbledore.

He saw that the old headmaster's face was also full of caution, and his heart immediately calmed down.

Yes!

Dumbledore would never allow a little wizard to do that dangerous thing.

Old Principal Dexter seemed to see the concerns of the two professors. He said calmly, "He does not need to enter the veil now. In fact, all the heirs of ancient magic in the past did not start until they reached adulthood. Enter the veil to resist the Outer Gods."

"But I want to say that you must be prepared, because the world behind the curtain will be full of loneliness. What you have to face is not only the challenge from the outer gods from physical magic, but more importantly, the spiritual one."

"I'm ready!" Owen said without hesitation.

It was as if he was desperate to die.

Beside her, both Hermione and Harry looked at him in shock.

The little witch even gently pulled on his sleeve.

"No, this adventure ends here!" Dumbledore on the side slowly walked forward, blocking Owen behind him, and said in the plainest, but most unswerving tone: "I am Headmaster of Hogwarts, before I fall, my students will never embark on that ridiculous fate alone."

Hearing the sound, Principal Dexter looked at him without saying much.

Two wizards who also served as Headmasters of Hogwarts.

The feelings in my heart towards the students are the same.

He just sighed slightly, because he knew that fate was predetermined, and any wizard who mastered ancient magic would inevitably embark on that path.

Because all ancient magic eventually spreads out from the Divine Grant Tower, it is like the source of a river. Those who try to pursue it will inevitably return here to face the terrifying power born from behind the curtain.

No one can resist such magic.

Especially those heirs.

Having seen the power of ancient magic power, it will be more difficult than killing them if you want to throw it away.

So, eventually, they will all come back here.

Just a matter of time.

"This is Principal Dexter." This was like a tower in the divine realm, and suddenly fell into some kind of brief silence.

A moment later, Sirius broke the silence.

He took a deep breath.

His eyes were drawn away from Owen and Dumbledore.

Kreacher on the side kept tugging at his trousers to remind him of the purpose of coming here.

"Have you seen my brother? He should have been here more than ten years ago."

"Yes, I have." Principal Dexter said slowly.

Then finger lightly.

The sapphire ground suddenly opened a gap as if stars were squeezed out.

"Master! It's Master Regulus!"

Kreacher yelled suddenly.

Because right in that crack, a young figure slowly floated out. He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a black wizard robe, with a very obvious Black family crest on his chest.

Under the effect of magic, he still maintained his appearance at the moment before he died, almost unchanged. Compared with Sirius, he looked darker, but he also looked healthier and full of vitality.

"Regulus!!!" Sirius shouted with all his strength.

The heart-piercing voice diverted all Owen's attention to him.

He rushed over, threw himself to the ground, and then, with his body trembling, he held Regulus in his arms, all eyes on his face, and kept calling his name.

This is because his brother, Regulus, still maintains his appearance in life, with a rosy complexion and even a warm body temperature.

It didn't look like a corpse at all.

And more like falling asleep!

This gave him an illusion.

As if he could wake Regulus up.

"This..." Harry looked at the young man lying in Sirius' arms in surprise.

He looked exactly like Sirius in his old photo of the Order of the Phoenix.

He was even more surprised by Regulus' current physical condition.

This is almost the same as a living person, except that the chest no longer rises and falls.

"It is the power of ancient magic."

Owen said slowly.

In his sight, Regulus' whole body was wrapped in silver-white magic power, and a large amount of ancient magic spurted out from the sapphire-like floor.

Convergence at his neck.

"Regulus!!!" Sirius' shrill cry kept repeating, and tears flowed out of his red eyes uncontrollably.

Owen stepped forward slowly.

Looking at the grief-stricken Sirius, he didn't speak to comfort him.

He needs to vent, and comfort is not always good.

"This is--"

Very easily, Owen discovered the pendant on Regulus' chest.

That was nothing like Slytherin's locket.

It was in the shape of a hexagram, sky blue, and a trace of ancient magic emanated from that box like a bucket full of water overflowing.

Of course, what surprised Owen the most was the engraving on the pendant box.

It looks like a triangular eye with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil.

A vertical line and a circle are drawn inside an equilateral triangle.

He couldn't be more aware of this sign.

He wore a necklace like that around his neck.

This is - the Deathly Hallows.

And most people only associate it with one person.

That is - Grindelwald.

"Gellert's sign." Dumbledore said indifferently. Although his tone was calm, Owen could still see the surprise flashing in the old headmaster's eyes.

In an instant, Regulus' identity became confusing.

He wears Grindelwald's Hallows symbol, so he will never be a pure Death Eater.

Could he be a double agent like Snape?

It is indeed possible.

It is known that his mother Gabrielle came to England more than ten years ago and invited Regulus to join the Saints at that time.

If Regulus had chosen to join the Saints at that time, it would not be impossible.

But how did he come here?

That locket contains ancient magic?

Is it Saints technology?

alchemy?

Did he use the locket to open the door key of the Tower of God's Grant?

All of this became confusing with the symbol on Regulus' chest.

What happened back then.

What a deal Regulus had struck with his mother.

These may all become permanent mysteries over time.

"Go home, let's go home, Regulus!" Sirius murmured.He didn't seem to notice the Deathly Hallows symbol on Regulus' chest.

His eyes remained entirely on his brother's face.

Kreacher cried too.

Its bullfrog-like voice, its cry, echoed throughout the hall.

"Go home! Kreacher wants to take the young master home!"

He stared hard at Regulus in Sirius's arms, afraid of losing him again, afraid that this was just a dream. After the dream, it would still be left alone in Black's ancestral home, keeping old secrets. .

Seeing this touching scene, Harry couldn't help crying.

Hermione also bit her lip, and turned her head unbearably.

Dumbledore gave Sirius time.

He turned his head to discuss something with Principal Dexter in the mirror.

As for Owen, he found a remote place and began to capture the ancient magic floating around.

As for Hermione, she was a little restrained and a little sad, and she was resonated by the emotions between the two brothers.I feel very disappointed.

But she didn't go up to disturb Sirius, but turned around and walked to the surrounding hollow walls, which were also engraved with dense patterns. If you look closely, you will find that they are all ancient runes.

There are even some that never appear in textbooks.

A completely new, never-before-discovered rune.

She took out the parchment and quill from her pocket, and recorded all those ancient words.

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

When Owen, who was sitting on the ground, opened his eyes again, he found that Dumbledore was looking at him, his eyes full of worry.

"We should go," he said.

"What about the Outer Gods, about outside the curtain." Owen opened his mouth and asked.

"I think, at least for now, you can still rely on your headmaster, Owen. Things are not so bad that the headmaster's students need to face danger alone." Dumbledore said firmly.

Then he waved his hand, motioning everyone present to come back to their senses.

They walked to the mirror together.

Owen waved to the old Principal Dexter.

"The development of the times has indeed exceeded my expectations. You have a group of excellent professors and relatives." The old principal Dexter said flatly, "But I still hope that you will shoulder the burden on your shoulders at some point in the future." Responsibility comes.

Ancient magic is a gift from the gods, and it is also an unshirkable responsibility for the heirs.

Always remember.

With greater ability comes greater responsibility. "

Dumbledore stretched out his wand and tapped the quaint mirror lightly.

Then it spread like the surface of water.

And all the wizards walked through the mist with different emotions.

Come back to God again.

They have returned to Hogwarts Castle in the Scottish Highlands.

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The sunset under the curtain.

The earth is golden.

A remote cemetery near Grimmauld Place Square.

Comfortable and lonely.

There is no longer the panting sound of the dark cave, and there is no weird scene of the corpse emerging from the water.

Yes, everyone present knows it.

It's all over.

They retrieved the brave Slytherin.

brought him back to the family.

At this moment, I hope his soul can rest in peace.

"May Merlin bless him," Dumbledore said.

This is the cemetery of the Black family.

It is located in a wasteland not far from Grimmauld Place. At least from the outside, from a Muggle perspective, it is a wasteland.

In the center of the cemetery is a tall and imposing dark black marble monument.

The quaint stone tablet is covered with a whole piece of rust, even the droppings of birds, and the family crest of the Black family is engraved on the stone base at the bottom.

Then above the family crest is the eye-catching slogan made of gilt: The noble and oldest Black family is immortal.

Around this monument, there are densely packed tombstones of different ages. They have different shapes, but they have one thing in common, that is, the materials used are extremely elegant.

The closer you get to the monument, the more gorgeous the tombstone is.

Owen found the name of Phineas Nigellus Black on a tombstone at the nearest monument.

The most unpopular headmaster of Hogwarts in history holds a high status in the family cemetery.

On the right side of the cemetery, there are three tall yew trees and the black silhouette of a small church; on the left side of the cemetery, you can see the exquisite old house at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Like No. 12 Grimmauld Place, everything here can only vaguely recognize the glory of the past due to neglect of management.

The cemetery was overgrown with weeds, and crows landed on the tombstones from time to time, looking warily at the intruders in front of them.

Under the ruthless devastation of the years, most of the tall and exquisite tombstones have been damaged. They stand there quietly, silently telling the desolation of the Black family.

In front of a grave that had already been dug, Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupine, and Harry surrounded the coffin in the pit with solemn expressions.

It was Professor Lupine they had just met, at Hogwarts Castle, who seemed to be looking for Headmaster Dumbledore.

After hearing about Regulus, he originally planned to invite more people to his funeral.

But looking back on his life, there is no doubt that the friends who made good friends with Regulus were all pure-blood wizards, and those were all loyal followers of Voldemort.

It is indeed difficult to invite them.

But Owen still asked Dobby to send letters to the three people.

One is Malfoy's mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

The other one was Bellatrix, who was in the deepest cell in Azkaban. It was said that she had completely lost her personal freedom and her entire body was bound by metal chains.

The last one was Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks.

The main thing he invited was Nymphadora Tonks' mother, Andromeda Tonks, Sirius' cousin, but he didn't know where the Black member who married a Muggle lived.So I had to ask Dobby to go to the Ministry of Magic to find Nymphadora Tonks.

sunset.

Owen almost thought that they would not come.

Suddenly, there was a burst of space distortion.

An elegant woman in a black robe with a white rose on her chest and a black gauze hat appeared on the road beside the cemetery.

Beside him was a house-elf.

Then, as if agreed, a Muggle car suddenly drove over, and after it parked steadily on the side of the road, a lady in a brown Muggle trench coat came out of the car.

Along with her was her husband, and her daughter, a very attractive girl with pink hair.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

The muddy Sirius walked towards Andromeda Donald, in front of the woman in the brown trench coat.

His body was covered with mud, because Regulus's tomb was dug out by himself bit by bit with a shovel.No magic, no help from anyone allowed.

Perhaps only at the moment when the shovel plunged into the soil would he feel a little redemption.

"He's my brother. Sirius!" Andromeda Donald said angrily, "You too!"

"It's not about faith. No matter what he did, he was still my brother."

The woman's tone was firm, with strong concern for her loved ones.

As the second sister of the three sisters of the Black family, Andromeda always cared about her family in her heart, even though her mother had removed him from the family tree.

She cared about every brother and sister except for the murderous big sister, Bellatrix Lestrange.

"I heard about you, Sirius."

"The newspapers have reported on you for several days in a row." Andromeda suddenly changed her tone and pointed at Sirius, "This is very bad!"

"You've become a thorn in the side of those people now," she said.

"I don't care!" Sirius said irritably.

"But I care, I'm the only brother left, do you want me to hold another funeral?"

"Hmph!" Sirius showed disdain, "Am I willing to lie down here? Be with those rotten old things?"

"This just makes me sick!"

He paused for a moment, and then continued: "If I die, Lupine will know where to bury me. You won't use it then." As he spoke, his eyes fell on Narcissa involuntarily.

She stood gracefully at the entrance of the cemetery, as if she did not belong to the same world as them.

A thick barrier separated the siblings.

It is obviously a family, but each of Blake's children has a unique personality.

Everyone is different.

Sirius's faint sarcasm came to her ears, but Narcissa didn't say anything.

She just walked quietly, passed the two people, and then came to the tomb, slowly stretched out her magic wand, and transformed the gravel beside the tombstone into a daffodil flower.

Graceful and tender flowers bloom on the soil.

The pure white petals hang down, silently telling sadness.

That restrained emotion infected everyone present.

Even Sirius, who had always been at odds with her, shut his mouth.

On the tombstone of Regulus, it simply read: Regulus Arcturus Black is buried here forever.

The inscription doesn't even describe his exploits.

Because this is still a dark period, for the safety of the Black family, his achievements cannot be shown at this time, and everything about Horcruxes is still a secret.

Seeing this, Narcissa frowned slightly.

Then she waved her wand again.

On the tombstone, a new sentence was suddenly added, "A silent and unknown hero is buried here, and he is the eternal pride of the noble Black family."

At this time, Sirius and Andromeda stepped forward.

They looked haggard, did not shed tears, just silently looked at the brother's coffin.

Perhaps none of him had ever thought that the youngest Regulus would be the first to hold a funeral among the brothers and sisters.