"Honestly, this makes us feel like we're not involved at all," Basil thought, feeling a bit bored.
Sometimes, having teammates who are too reliable isn't a good thing.
Dumbledore- handedly stopped all the Inferi. Sirius, in addition to his dog nose, also developed dog eyes. Even Kreacher and Dobby, who had tennis ball-sized eyes, couldn't match him in distinguishing Inferi faces.
They were forced to stare at everything in front of them with boredom.
Kreacher was so anxious he was crying, but he couldn't get through to them at all.
"No!" Sirius's dog eyes twitched.
Splash! Splash! Then came a series of splashes.
Dumbledore flicked his wrist.
One by one, the lingering Inferi were thrown high into the air and fell onto the other side of the Black Lake —near the exit.
Ooh! Ooh!
The Inferi that followed were infected by the power of the Levitation Charm that had kept them in place, and they split into a neat row, arranged from top to bottom in front of them, forming an iron wall of Inferi.
The Inferi behind them were still moving slowly, the power of the Blocking Charm making their movements even slower.
"No!" Sirius held up his wand and quickly scanned the area by the faint glow of the light.
His dog eyes were tired, so he had to revert to their original state.
Dumbledore flicked his wrist again.
Thump, thump, thump! Another series of splashes echoed in the water.
I don't know how long this went on.
With a high-pitched howl, "Regulus Black!"
Dumbledore nodded, and with a flick of his wrist, all the Inferi except those identified by Sirius as Regulus Black were instantly thrown into the air and rained down, with ghostly blue flames blooming from the horizontal plane and then spreading.
In Setsuna, Dotty stars emerged from the dark surface of the lake.
One by one, pale, marble-white arms emerged from it and then merged into the fiery stars.
[Petrificus Totalus!]
A flash of blue light.
Lupin promptly fired a spell at the Inferi that was identified as Regulus Black.
Sirius forgot that Regulus Black was still Inferi and rushed over to hug him tightly.
Next up is Kreacher.
It was as if they were embracing not a cold, lifeless body like death, but a warm, tender person.
Basil glanced at the Inferi in Sirius's arms.
Ignoring his sunken eyes and pale skin, he looked like a living person, with black hair like Sirius Black. Although not as handsome as his brother, he was still quite good-looking.
Wait, hair?
"Dumbledore, I've noticed something: the Inferi created by Voldemort all have bald heads."
"This isn't a necessary condition, is it? Regulus Black had a thick head of black hair—even after becoming Inferi."
Dumbledore paused for a moment, stunned: Damn! So touching, and you only noticed the hair? No, does that mean we only needed to look at whether the head was bald?
But then he recalled Tom's official debut in the UK and his distinctive features, such as his red snake eyes and lack of a nose—his baldness.
He gave a strange smile. "This isn't a necessary condition. Perhaps he's just jealous?"
"But they were too embarrassed to order the Death Eater to shave their heads."
"So... the only way to vent is through the appearance of Inferi?"
"Haha," Flume chuckled, "Is this your British Dark Lord?"
"I thought killing an opponent when he was still an infant was despicable enough."
"I never would have guessed."
Dumbledore retorted, "How about I recite the titles of the next few articles for you?"
"A monster from Durmstrang has landed at Port Juan."
"The unspeakable King of Destruction is approaching Grás."
"A foolish, short-sighted wizard traitor has entered Gorr."
"Gellert Grindelwald has taken over Lyon."
"Minister Grindelwald is approaching White Dew."
"The morning star that guides the future toward light has arrived today in its faithful Paris."
"Shut up!" Flume's ears turned red. "It's all a lie! It's all because the Eye of the Future (equivalent to the British Daily Prophet) took over beforehand. Have you forgotten the Battle of Paris? The men of France fought to the last moment!"
"I even deliberately disguised myself as an old man!"
"If you really have forgotten, I might as well mention a name Aurelius Dumbledore, or Credence."
"I concede, as long as you don't mention him." Dumbledore a French military salute.
He looked around and saw Sirius and Kreacher manually preparing Regulus Black's body, which was remarkably well-preserved due to his Inferi.
Lupin also stood guard carefully from the side.
Phew, thank goodness they didn't hear it.
And what about that little devil, Basil?
"Hey! I'm here!" Basil waved.
Magic traps are too rigid compared to the wizard's own magic, just like how the loophole here prevents the House-elf from Apparition.
He will also be unrestricted when using one of the Seven Wonders, namely, Shadow Shift.
He is now on the other side of the lake, holding a thick green copper chain in his hand.
At the other end of the copper chain was a small boat, which, like the copper chain, emitted a greenish glow.
"When did that brat disappear?" Dumbledore furious. Stealing his sister's heart wasn't enough; he had to come and annoy him too!
He should have been sent to Azkaban when he found out that the brat had killed Fenrir!
Flume covered his mouth and laughed, "When you were talking about Gellert Grindelwald taking over Lyon, how else did you think I didn't interrupt you? Did I lose my tongue?"
(Zoe: "Bucky, are you getting on this little boat? It doesn't seem to be supporting physical weight, but rather the amount of magical energy. Can it really support your 'weight'?")
(Basil: "Of course, I said I'd show you around properly. How could a cave tour be complete without a boat? But your worries are unnecessary, Madison.")
(Madison: "Here he comes! Harry Potter expert Professor Montgomery is here! Zoe, you've got it wrong!")
("It was enchanted so that only one wizard could ride at a time. However, Harry's 'weight' was negligible in the original books.")
(Dumbledore's original words were. "Voldemort would never have imagined that a sixteen-year-old boy would come to this place. I think your strength is negligible compared to mine.")
The group chat fell silent again.
Sophie wanted to say something, but she was afraid of being humiliated by that bastard Madison.
Beatrix and the others were the same.
"Negligible?" Basil repeated, stroking his chin. "Harry's magic power was 10 when he first entered school. That's about the level of most adult wizards; even Hagrid doesn't have 10. How could his power be negligible in his sixth year?"
His inner thoughts did not impose any restrictions on the creatures within the [Grimoire].
The Troll, Chinese Biting Cabbage, Mandrake, Gillyweed, Venomous Tentacula, and other low-intelligence Magical Creature merely responded with cries or waved their limbs. But they weren't the ones he was questioning.
Riddle, who stays in the Malfoy family to protect Narcissa in the form of Diary, is now online.
"My lord, haven't you noticed? Harry Potter changed a lot in his sixth year?"
"This is not due to changes during puberty."
"Because Voldemort used Harry Potter's blood to resurrect himself, their connection became even closer."
"Harry Potter was ostracized by the entire school in his fifth year, and he witnessed his godfather die in front of him. Later, during the battle at the Ministry of Magic, he was possessed by Voldemort."
"Therefore, after sixth grade, the Soul Fragment became more active than ever before. At times, he was essentially Voldemort himself."
"If it weren't for the fact that his soul's consciousness had been completely destroyed when Harry Potter was young."
"The seventh book is about Voldemort fighting against Voldemort."
Basil stepped onto the small boat, listening to the soft rustling sound of the bow cutting through the water, and he sighed, "So Harry's magical power wasn't overlooked because it was too small, but because it was too similar to Voldemort's?"
"Dumbledore such a riddle-maker."
"Harry didn't know until the very last moment that he was Horcrux and had to die."
At this moment, on the island.
Everyone gathered together and looked in Basil's direction.
Only Kreacher and Sirius are missing.
Sirius held his brother's body tightly, his gaze lowered, filled with tenderness.
Kreacher supported Regulus Black's legs, his tennis ball-sized eyes brimming with tears while simultaneously radiating joy.
After disembarking.
Flume joked, "You're finally acting like a child. What? Was that little boat interesting?"
Basil shrugged. "I'm just verifying one thing. Whether that ship really can only accommodate one person at a time."
Flume: "How can you test it all by yourself?"
Basil: "Magic leaves its own traces. Just as you alone can discern the properties of that stone basin and the Potions, I alone can also figure out the nature of this small boat."
Dumbledore arrogant!"
Basil gave him a strange look.
He never expected Dumbledore to do this.
It seems that as his body becomes younger, Dumbledore's Mind Stone also begins to grow younger.
Flume didn't tease Dumbledore his childishness; instead, he led the way through the silver portal and back to the boiler room.
"We should go back."
Sirius nodded, and as he moved forward, he carefully cradled Regulus Black's body, as if he were holding a fragile piece of porcelain.
While supporting him from below, Kreacher screamed, "Home! Take young master Regulus Black home!"
Stepping out of the boiler room, Sirius and Kreacher continued their journey through the kitchen and up to the stairwell.
He didn't continue forward. Before going to the island, he might have planned to show his mother his brother's body, lamenting how her ignorance and resentment had led to Regulus Black's tragic end. He turned and came to a door.
A rather impressive little sign hung above it:
Without my express permission
No entry
Regulus Black Arcturus Black
Push open the door.
He ignored the Slytherin silver and green that used to disgust him, the Black Family crest and the meticulously crafted headboard with the motto "Always Pure" (in French).
He carried Regulus Black straight to the spotless bed.
He gently placed Regulus Black on the bed, Kreacher removed the water-damaged shoes and socks from the pale body, tucking the blanket around him.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sirius inevitably saw the many yellowed newspaper clippings under the headboard, pasted together in an irregular collage.
"Damn Voldemort!" Sirius used his wand to eliminate them one by one.
Those newspaper clippings and collages were all related to Voldemort.
He suddenly recalled some very unpleasant memories; Regulus Black had become Death Eater after being a worshipper for several years.
"Pure-blood Supremacy —elites guide a more correct future! Hmph! How disgusting!"
"Look! Mom! What have you done to him?"
Surprisingly, when Sirius complained about his mother, Kreacher merely twitched his ears, touched the locket Regulus Black had given him, and did nothing else.
On the other side, in the Black family library on the third floor.
"What are you looking for?" Basil asked.
When he returned, he noticed that Lupin had gone straight to the third floor with a specific purpose.
He was very curious.
"Ha!" Lupin turned around quickly and saw that it was the boy named Basil Granger.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Why do you walk so quietly?"
"While you were gone, Sirius asked me to find a book called 'The Making of a Perfect Ghoul Companion'?"
Basil's eyes widened. "That sounds so inappropriate."
"However, this is probably to find a way to preserve the Inferi."
Lupin nodded. "Yes, Sirius read it as a hobby when he was young."
"There's an interesting spell on this that seems to bring the Inferi back to life in some way."
"But this requires extremely high-quality raw materials. At the very least, they have to be Squib."
"Sirius's brother would definitely meet this condition."
"It's clear he doesn't intend to give Regulus Black a proper burial."
Basil was a little disappointed. "Oh, is that all? There's nothing special about this. The Ron family even keeps Ghoul."
Lupin chuckled. "You mean the Weasley family? Harry's spending his summer vacation there."
"However, your family must be quite well-off."
"For ordinary wizarding families who do not have House-elf, keeping a Ghoul is a good option."
"Consider it a preview lesson for me, try being the teacher."
"Ghoul are actually harmless creatures, but they can be annoying because they are always groaning and occasionally throw things around."
"In wizarding families, Ghoul are often a topic of conversation, and they may even become pets for the whole family."
"They are called that because they look a lot like slimy, buck-toothed cannibals. Their food is not corpses and humans, but pests like mosquitoes, rats, Doxy, and hairy crabs that are common in Muggle and wizarding homes."
"Therefore, even though they have many shortcomings, many wizarding families are still willing to accept them."
Clap clap clap! The sound of applause came from the doorway.
Dumbledore appeared. "You've done a good job, haven't you? As a Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"It seems you've never given up on your studies all these years."
Lupin smiled dejectedly. "Yes, I never gave up."
"My textbooks are all worn out from being read so many times, but nobody wants a Werewolf to work for them."
"Except for you."