The World of Reincarnation Starts from the Apprenticeship of the Ninth Uncle

"Inconceivable magic!" Dumbledore exclaimed, looking at the things that were blown up in the lake, which were corpses one after another.

The people killed by Voldemort turned into corpses, dormant in the lake, attacking all living creatures.

"Is that a ghost?" Erins asked.

"That's right, it's Infernal Corpse." Dumbledore said, "Their souls will never rest in peace..."

"Then I will let them rest in peace."

Following Su Ze's words, thick vines stretched out, winding hundreds of corpses up.

These corpses stared blankly at the front, almost without any consciousness.

With a quick glance, Su Ze said: "There are many ordinary people who don't know magic, and there are a few wizards...the wizards should know what happened here, right?"

After he finished speaking, Wanxiangtian attracted a wizard to read the memory of the other party.

"A wizard from Gryffindor College, who was killed by Voldemort for making too much noise while drinking..."

Another wizard was drawn in, a young man with black hair and luxurious robes.

"Wizard from Slytherin? Regulus Black?"

When Su Ze said this, he checked the other party's memory carefully, and after confirming that it was the same as the description in the original book, he looked at Dumbledore.

"There are no Horcruxes here."

Dumbledore looked at Su Ze in surprise, with a questioning expression.

Voldemort has prepared so much here, how could there be no Horcruxes?It's also quite secretive, and it's also a memorial place for Voldemort. It shouldn't be just a trap, right?

"To be exact, there used to be a Horcrux here, but it was taken away by someone. The person who took the Horcrux was Regulus Black."

Erins was surprised: "But, didn't Regulus Black die here? How could he take the Horcrux? Was he punished by Voldemort for taking the Horcrux?"

"No, Regulus is a wizard with a truly kind heart. He used to be one of Voldemort's subordinates. Because he came from the Black family, a pure-blood family among wizards, Voldemort took a high look at him and regarded him as a more reliable person. people."

"One day, Voldemort said that he needed a house-elf, and Regulus gave Kreacher, his own house-elf, to Voldemort, and Voldemort made Kreacher drink a liquid containing a damaging potion and put it in a Horcrux. "

"When Regulus got the secret from Kreacher, he came here with Kreacher. Regulus did not force Kreacher to drink the liquid containing the damage potion for the second time, but chose to drink it himself. Go down and let Kreacher the house-elf take the Horcrux away and hide it."

"Regulus also died in this cave."

Erins stared wide-eyed: You can make the house elf Kreacher drink the potion liquid, why should you choose...

Dumbledore's eyes also widened. He was silent for a long time, and solemnly saluted Regulus' corpse.

Erins also saluted. This kind of idealist who has the courage to sacrifice is indeed worthy of admiration.

Even if Erins felt that she couldn't do it.

Su Ze sensed another wizard's soul again, and found nothing else, so he used the collapse jade to devour the souls of these ghost corpses, and burned their corpses to ashes, letting them rest in peace.

After dealing with all this, Su Ze said: "In order to obtain this Horcrux, we need to go to Azkaban once."

"Yes, we are indeed going to Azkaban." Erins said, "Although I know where the Black family is, I must find Sirius Black to enter there, otherwise the curses and traps of the Black family are not Just kidding."

Dumbledore was a little curious when he heard this: "Is this something that will be involved in the future?"

"That's right," Erins said, "I can be regarded as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and that's one of the addresses of the Order of the Phoenix."

It turned out to be like this...

Dumbledore thought about it, and then said: "It takes three days to apply for a visit to Azkaban. Ms. Witch and Mr. Miro, you can go back and wait."

"There is another problem. The dementors guarding Azkaban have always regarded the souls of those prisoners as their own private property and food. Mr. Miro, I think reading souls and memories is risky enough for you. Never try to steal a soul."

"Also, no matter how sinful the people of Azkaban are, they are still living humans. I hope you don't swallow the souls of humans."

Su Ze shook his head slightly: "Dumbledore, you may have misunderstood again."

"Even for these souls in the cave, it's not that I need to devour them, but one of my items needs the power of the soul."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly. When he came back to his senses, he was already displeased and even wary of Su Ze's acquisition of the souls of the dead.

Su Ze also realized that this kind of thing should not be done again and again in front of the White Demon King.Otherwise, the White Demon King Dumbledore will regard him as the biggest threat, which may lead to the failure of customs clearance.

The last exchange was not very pleasant, and the joy of finding the clues to the Horcrux was washed away a lot.

Irene and Suze return to Hogwarts to live a leisurely life—Irene rides a unicorn to play, and Suze tries to ride a Norwegian Ridgeback that is the size of an adult horse to experience riding a dragon The joy of flying.

Goblin fliers or airplanes, or flying by yourself, are very different from this feeling of riding a dragon.

Although this dragon is not the dragon "loong" in Huaguo culture, but the "dragon" in Western culture.

## Chapter 427 Sirius

Three days later, the cloudy and gloomy island of Azkaban.

Under the leadership of Minister of Magic Fudge, Dumbledore, Erins, and Miro met Sirius Black, also known as Sirius Black, under the watchful eye of the dementors.

Scruffy clothes, tangled and dirty hair, nervous expression twitching.

It's not just Black, all the prisoners here look like this, and Black is considered good here.The rest of the more prisoners either hugged their heads and cried from time to time, or stayed in the corner of the room sad and hopeless.

"Dumbledore, this is very unusual...you know it is very unusual..."

Fudge rubbed his hands, restless like a bee about to collect pollen.