Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Dumbledore looked up at the wall of the headmaster's office:

"Phineas, don't pretend to be asleep. I know you are awake."

He said kindly.

Anriel laughed twice:

"A member of an ancient Dark Magic family whose surname begins with B and who is high enough to know Voldemort's secrets..."

Dumbledore continued to look amiably at a large picture frame in front of him.

Phineas Nigellus Black grumbled in dissatisfaction, and reluctantly pretended to be thinking:

"Okay, okay, you two are really annoying. You torture the old man like this..."

Anriel glanced at Dumbledore's white beard, which was so long that it could be tucked into his belt, and said nothing.

"Thank you for your affirmation, Phineas."

Okay, that's very Dumbledore-esque.

Phineas curled his lips:

"Let me think... R... R.A. Black has two generations, but if you are so sure that he is a food...

I mean, if there are people who have surrendered to Voldemort, then they are still in their prime, so Rosalde can be ruled out..."

Phineas stammered and said a lot of nonsense very reluctantly.

But he was frustrated to see that neither Dumbledore nor Anriel, the old man and the young man, showed any impatience with his nonsense.

It seemed that no matter how much nonsense he talked, these two people would listen carefully.

"Okay, okay, you win."

He compromised.

"The person you are looking for was born more than ten years ago.

To be exact, he died fourteen years ago.

His name is Regulus Arcturus Black, and he is my very fine, direct, great-great-grandson."

Dumbledore nodded, as if acknowledging his flattery.

"Thank you, Phineas.

If you saw one like this in your old house—"

He held up the fake locket.

"...things, please tell me or Anriel immediately, okay?"

Phineas frowned, nodded, turned and disappeared at the edge of the frame.

It seemed that although he was reluctant, he still took Dumbledore's words seriously.

Anriel knew that there was still a living creature in that gloomy old house - Kreacher.

Phineas would be surprised to find that as long as he asked Kreacher, he would get the answer he wanted the next moment:

The locket was given to Kreacher by Regulus himself.

While waiting for Phineas, Anriel casually placed the crown on the table.

"Ah, child, this is..."

Dumbledore already had the answer in his mind.

"Ravenclaw's diadem, a relic of Rowena Ravenclaw."

An Rui paused.

"We have reason to believe that Voldemort hid it in an interesting place the day he came to seek a job.

Coincidentally, he was not the only one who knew that place.

But he thought so.”

Anriel couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Just as the Chamber of Secrets is named after Slytherin, that place should obviously be named after Ravenclaw.

Unfortunately for Voldemort, I found the room easily enough."

Dumbledore nodded gratifiedly. He was an old lion, and wisdom was just a byproduct of age and experience - he really didn't know where the Room of Requirement was.

Anriel also has this kind of wisdom accumulated over time. Having lived two lives, he still has no awareness that he is already an old man, and still shamelessly defines himself as a "30-year-old kid in the third grade."

You can't do anything to him--

The body is honest. His biological age is only 14 years old. This is a fact that no one can deny.

"Have you destroyed the soul fragment in this Horcrux?"

Dumbledore asked again as if to confirm.

"Of course, I'm going to fix it now."

Dumbledore nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Anriel certainly wants to repair it, but before repairing it... hehe...

Anriel took a look and pointed behind Dumbledore:

"Sir, Principal Black is back."

Dumbledore turned around and saw Phineas at this time.

His face didn't look very good, or rather, it looked very bad, lacking his usual smoothness and laziness.

This finally gave him some of the aura of the former headmaster of Hogwarts.

“Dumbledore, what you are looking for is at the Black family’s old house…find a chance to get it.

It has killed a fine, brave and noble descendant of my family."

Phineas' tone was calm, like the peaceful surface of the sea that conceals the turbulent undercurrent.

Dumbledore nodded:

"I will, Phineas."

Phineas said nothing, turned and disappeared behind the canvas.

Dumbledore turned to look at Anriel:

"Kid, do you know anything?"

Anriel nodded, then shook his head:

"No more than Phineas...

I checked the graduation list from more than ten years ago, or seventeen years ago to be exact."

Anriel grabbed a tattered parchment book in mid-air.

He spread the book out in front of Dumbledore and turned to a page.

"I found Regulus in the roster from twenty-four years ago."

Anriel pointed to a name, and Dumbledore nodded when he saw it.

Anriel quickly flipped through dozens of pages of the list.

"And I also found a few acquaintances..."

......

Sirius Black

Year of enrollment: 1970

Admission House: Gryffindor

(Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, in alphabetical order)

......

Dumbledore was stunned.

Anriel reminds:

"Regulus Arcturus Black is Sirius Black's younger brother and started school two years later than him."

Anriel shrugged, indicating that he had nothing else to add.

He believed that Dumbledore must have once speculated that Sirius was innocent.

But sadly, Sirius didn't seem to fully trust Dumbledore when making his choice.

Or so it was with James.

It's so sad that because of a mistaken credulity, James and Lily lost their lives and Sirius went to jail for 12 years.

Anriel still remembers it clearly. It was clearly mentioned in the original book that Dumbledore had asked him to become the Potter family's secret keeper.

But was rejected by James Potter.

To be honest, when I saw this part back then, Anriel was speechless.

It cannot be said that he deserved to die, but it can only be said that he deserved to die.

He ignored the strongest white wizard at the time, nominally Voldemort's biggest enemy, and chose to trust his "brother".

Anriel couldn't understand...

He needed some Gryffindors to explain to him why.