Golden Fiendfyre

Ginny's spell is simple and straightforward, with a carefree attitude towards potatoes and ribs. No matter how tough or difficult the ingredients are, they are never so stubborn in the face of this spell.

Seeing the Inferi regroup, their pale, damp hands reaching out towards them, the youngest red-haired Witch was not discouraged at all; instead, her eyes gleamed with eager anticipation.

I've had enough of this gloomy and oppressive atmosphere. I'll make some noise and liven things up!

Several people stood back to back in a circle, clearing away the Inferi crawling up from all directions. George and Fred, standing to Ginny's right, were equally eager to try. Their wands were brimming with dazzling light as they swung them toward the densest area of Inferi. The bright beams of light tore through the air and crashed into the Inferi. One Inferi was hit by two Shattering Curse, and with a loud "bang," its limbs and fragments exploded, sending more than a dozen Inferi flying backward.

Splash... splash...

Those figures fell directly into the icy lake water, splashing up a spray of water, only to be trampled underfoot by the other Inferi, becoming stepping stones for them to climb up. More and more Inferi surrounded the Lake Island. Due to their almost endless numbers, the Inferi were more troublesome and more difficult to deal with than expected.

"Don't use spells that are too destructive!"

Seeing the flying debris, Sirius Black's heart tightened. He quickly cast several Impediment Jinx, tripping a group of Inferi. "Regulus might be in there too. I need to bring his body back intact. Kreacher, you take the children back first..."

Before he could finish his warning, Harry's startled cry rang out from beside him, "Watch out!"

Sirius Black contracted instantly. He then realized that a Inferi had appeared at his feet, its pale, damp hands reaching towards his ankles.

Immediately afterward, a thick, crimson-glowing spell roared in from the side, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, heading straight for the face of the Inferi. The clumsy Inferi was instantly sent flying by the powerful impact, crashing straight into the horde of Inferi behind it. The sound of bones breaking filled the air, and the flying corpse actually carved an empty passageway through the dense horde of undead.

Sirius Black's eye twitched. He had heard it clearly: Harry had chanted "Expelliarmus" when he cast the spell.

"Don't even think about having Kreacher lead us away first, Sirius Black. You can't hold off these Inferi by yourself." Harry didn't turn his head, speaking rapidly, and in the process, he used a powerful Disarming Charm to clear a passageway.

"But..."

"No buts, let's find Regulus first." Loren shook his head, and the tip of his staff scattered a patch of emerald light. Each point of green light represented a Repelling Charm, which landed precisely on the foreheads of the Inferi that had just climbed ashore, knocking them into the lake and turning them into stepping stones for other Inferi.

The Inferi Inferi that had been attacking the group suddenly thinned out, leaving only a dozen or so standing on the Lake Island. The view suddenly opened up, and the faces of each Inferi were exposed without any cover, clear and easy to identify at a glance.

Sirius Black pursed his lips, a strange feeling rising in his heart. There was guilt for dragging several children into danger, relief from the sudden reduction in pressure after being surrounded by Inferi, and joy that the plan to find Regulus's remains was feasible. First, he was saved by Harry's powerful Disarming Charm, and then he relied on Loren's quick spellcasting. For some reason, he felt like he wasn't a professor.

Things became easier after that. Thanks to Loren's quick spellcasting and Harry's powerful Disarming Charm, the number of Inferi that came ashore was kept to a suitable level. Sirius Black and Kreacher were able to identify their clothing and appearance one by one, and after confirming that they were not Regulus, the others would execute them on the spot.

The continuous beams of magical light lasted for about an hour.

Sirius Black stood in place, circling around, trying to identify the woman, muttering to himself, "Woman, not... old woman, not... long-haired woman, not..."

Loren stood silently to the side, casting spells, his dark eyes shimmering with a crystalline blue light. Compared to Sirius Black, who could identify people by their appearance, he could use Magic Power to make judgments much faster. Among the nearly countless groups of Inferi, most were ordinary people without any Magic Power, or Muggle, with only a very few radiating a dim Magic Power glow.

"Found it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Inferi clumsily climbed onto the rock and staggered to its feet.

The moment their eyes met, seeing the indifferent expression on that familiar face, Sirius Black felt goosebumps rise all over his body, and he could feel Kreacher trembling beside him. In the center of this cold, damp island in the lake, a warm current involuntarily welled up in his eyes.

The Inferi's dark skin had turned pale from being submerged in water for so long, creating a strange color contrast. Its black curly hair was wet and stuck to its scalp. It wasn't very tall, and its exquisite and expensive robes were soaked and clung to its body.

"Master Regulus!" Kreacher cried out in anguish.

"Regulus..."

Sirius Black muttered to himself, but he did not lose his mind. He realized that the soul in that body had left more than ten years ago, and now only the instincts of the Inferi remained. He immediately used [Incarcerous] to trap the Inferi, slowly walked forward, and picked up the cold, fleshless body that looked like death.

He turned to look at the young wizards, forcing a smile, "We've found him, let's go."

The stench of decay and rotting flesh assaulted Sirius Black's nostrils, causing him to choke a few times. He let the lake water splashing from the Inferi onto his face and quietly slide down. Harry said nothing, silently walking over, while the others gathered around Kreacher, placing their hands on his arm.

"Wait a mininute."

Loren tightened his grip on his wand, casting a final Repelling Charm. The Inferi, still relentlessly climbing the shore, were knocked back into the water. But this was not the end. A surge of powerful Magic Power coursed through his not-so-robust body, his slightly curled hair bobbing gently. "These Muggle also need rest, need release..."

The wizards waiting to leave were taken aback.

Loren parted his lips slightly and uttered softly, "Fiendfyre!"

It is said that Fiendfyre is an extremely evil form of Dark Arts, which can only be cast with destructive malice. However, this young wizard not only has no malice in his heart, but also a kind heart that wants to help people find liberation.

The tip of the staff glowed brightly, and billowing flames shot out, forming a fiery ring that hovered above the lake, shimmering with a dazzling gold, intensely hot, and endlessly continuous.

The Inferi that had been relentlessly climbing onto the island to drag people into the water finally stopped. They huddled beneath the surface, looking up at the blazing fire, their indifferent eyes flashing with fear.

The ring of fire fell into the lake.

The jet-black lake surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the ever-approaching brilliant golden light. Until the ring of fire disappeared into the water, the dark lake water finally became clear and transparent. After a few seconds of silence, the wide lake water suddenly boiled and was almost instantly evaporated, turning into wisps of white steam.

Before the water vapor could rise, it was ignited by the golden ring of fire. The golden flames instantly spread throughout the entire sunken pit, and the flames could be clearly seen enveloping the Inferi inside. The flames scorched the water vapor inside, and the bloated corpses briefly revealed their true faces, outlining their various shapes and sizes.

Magic Power surged forth, and golden light shone brightly.

Everything at the bottom of the lake disappeared quickly.

Loren leisurely walked over to Hermione, put a hand on the House-elf's arm, tilted his head with a puzzled look in his eyes as he met the surprised gazes of the others.

Everyone paused for a moment, then looked down and saw that the lake that had been soaking the Inferi had disappeared, leaving only a spacious circular pit. The rocks at the bottom and sides of the pit had been burned into lava and then suddenly cooled, turning into smooth, clear Obsidian.

Loren gently patted Kreacher: "Let's go back."

"Yes, Mr. Morgan."

The group of people vanished in an instant.

12 Grimmauld Place, underground Kitchen.

Bright lights shone on the dining table, where freshly purchased steaks were pan-fried to perfection, juicy and fragrant. Stewed meat was tender and soft, though the taste wasn't particularly amazing. But Mrs. Weasley's cooking had a Magic Power that made you never get tired of it. For dessert, Molly brought ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour, which she had specially prepared for the children.

However, almost no one spoke at the entire table. The silent and oppressive atmosphere was like the flickering flames on the stove, making everyone anxious.

Sirius Black swallowed the beef in his mouth with difficulty, finding it tasteless, and cautiously glanced at the red-haired Witch not far away. "I'm sorry, Molly, it's all my fault. I dragged the children into this mess..."

"Whose fault is this?"

Molly's smile was unpleasant; her eyebrows drooped, her lips turned down, and her voice was tinged with a weak sob. "Of course you're right. Regulus gave his life to fight against Voldemort. As his brother, you should of course retrieve his body."

The usually mischievous Twins felt bad upon hearing this and became unusually well-behaved.

"Mother..."

Don't be sad.

"I'm sorry, it's all our fault."

"We should take good care of our younger siblings and not be playful or mischievous."

Molly's shoulders trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I was wrong too..." Ron said weakly.

"I'm sorry, Mom..." Ginny's head was almost buried in the plate.

"Whose fault is it? It's all my fault!" Molly covered her face with her hands and finally burst into tears. "It's my fault for keeping you all locked up in the house all summer, it's my fault for not having anyone look after you when I went out shopping... Oh... who can understand me? You don't know, when I came back from shopping, there was no one in the house. I thought, I thought..."

Mrs. Weasley, who was the pillar of the family, burst into tears, her sobs reaching everyone's ears and stirring their hearts.

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed tightly. She wanted to say something, but Loren held her hand and shook his head at her.

There were many reasons he could have given Mrs. Weasley, and he could have advised her to be more open-minded and not worry so much, and to let the children learn to face difficulties and dangers. But faced with a mother who was so worried about her children, he couldn't say anything.

The dinner was unusually quiet. The children helped clean the Kitchen, as if doing chores diligently and behaving well would earn Molly's forgiveness. After the dishes in the cupboard were taken out and washed three times by hand, faint sobbing could still be heard from upstairs.

The underage wizards exchanged glances, nodded solemnly, and tiptoed out of the room, heading up the stairs.

The crying continued. George, who was walking in front, climbed the last few steps two at a time, crossed the landing, and pushed open the living room door. He saw their mother huddled against the dark wall, holding a magic wand, her whole body trembling with sobs.

And lying there, limbs outstretched, on the dusty old carpet, bathed in the bright moonlight, was Ron's corpse!

The people walking in front gasped when they saw this, and immediately turned to look at Ron behind them—he was still alive and kicking.

Ron also came up the stairs and saw this scene. His scalp tingled, his heart turned cold, and he called out in a trembling voice, "Mom?"

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Mrs. Weasley sobbed, pointing her trembling wand at Ron's corpse, "Slippery...slippery... Riddikulus!"

Snap!

Ron's body turned into Bill's, lying on its back with its limbs outstretched, its empty, vacant eyes wide open.

Molly cried even harder than before, and she sobbed as she repeated the spell, "Slippery... Riddikulus!"

Snap! Mr. Weasley's body replaced Bill's, his glasses askew, and a stream of blood trickling down his face.

"No... Riddikulus! Riddikulus! Riddikulus!"

The bodies of George and Fred, Percy's body, Ginny's body... Scenes of the deaths of every member of the Weasley family appear alternately, each death gruesome enough to give you goosebumps.

"Mrs. Weasley ..." Loren reacted quickly, recognizing the Boggart in front of him. He stepped forward to stand between the corpse scene and Molly, waving his wand to turn the Boggart into a puff of smoke and send it back to the box not far away.

Molly, who was immersed in fear, finally came to her senses, turned around and saw several red-haired children. She hugged them tightly, threw herself on their shoulders, and cried her heart out.

"Mom, don't worry, it's just a Boggart ..." Fred awkwardly patted her head, trying to comfort her in the way she used to do.

"I always see you dead... dead!"

Mrs. Weasley leaned on his shoulder and sobbed, "Always seeing...seeing! Darling, dreaming...dreaming..."

The Weasley family children offered words of comfort one by one, their voices all gentle, echoing the words and actions their mother had once spoken to them.

"It's okay, Mom, it's okay..."

"That was just a stupid Boggart."

"Mom, look, we're all here, alive and well."

"..."

Molly managed to suppress her sobs after a long while, wiping her eyes vigorously with her sleeve. She looked up from the children's embrace, embarrassed, her voice still trembling, "Don't... don't tell your father, I don't want him to know... I'm so stupid... I can't even handle a Boggart..."

"Oh~"

Fred drawled out the last syllable, saying in a strange tone, "That's a weakness!"

George winked and made a funny face. "Unless you promise us you won't hold today's events against us—"

Snap!

Molly slapped him on the forehead and glared at them. "What are you saying, threatening me? I'm your mother!"

A burst of cheerful laughter erupted, dispelling the heavy gloom in the old house.