Regulus Black is the pride of the entire Black Family.
Although he and his brother were both Death Eaters, they had completely opposite personalities.
One Slytherin, one Gryffindor.
Regulus was a chosen one, born to be a proper member of the Black Family.
Sirius Black, on the other hand, is synonymous with rebellion, choosing to run away from home rather than be expelled from his family.
The two brothers' fates were also drastically different.
One died mysteriously, the other was imprisoned.
The eternally pure Black Family is a top-tier Pure-blood wizarding family that is older and wealthier than the Malfoy Family.
But with Voldemort's downfall, many things changed.
Those Death Eaters stubbornly resisted all died, and even those with family guarantees fared no better.
Bellatrix and Sirius Black, as serious offenders, were imprisoned in Azkaban without trial.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the once-glorious Black Family will be reduced to only two female members.
One was Narcissa, who married into the Malfoy family, and the other was Andromeda, who married Muggle-born and was also expelled from the family.
Phineas raised his head, his eyes exceptionally firm.
"I want to know who murdered my poor great-great-grandson, Regulus Arcturus Black!"
Tom shook his head slightly. "Headmaster Black, you're too greedy."
Phineas roared hysterically, "I don't need you to do anything, I just want you to tell me the truth!"
"Okay, deal's done." Tom walked to the portrait.
"The murderer who killed your poor great-grandson was not me, but a member of the Order of the Phoenix."
"Who is it!"
"Dokas Meadows." The cruelty in his dark eyes vanished in an instant. "Headmaster Black, I value Regulus highly."
So the person you seek revenge against was already torn to pieces by my own hands twelve years ago.
"This—this is impossible—"
Even the principals, including Phineas, found it hard to believe that the somewhat introverted little girl was the murderer of Regulus.
But she is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and her stance and motives are quite clear.
"Fraud!"
"Don't believe his nonsense!"
The principals were all trying to persuade Phineas.
"I'm not lying." Tom patted his school robe lightly. "Headmaster Black, sometimes the truth is just that cruel."
"Old ghost! Don't forget our duty!"
"Shut up, Armando!" Phineas glared at the broken half of the picture frame on the ground. "I know what I'm doing!"
His gaze went upwards, settling on Tom's handsome face.
"Headmaster Black, it's your turn."
"Yes, it's my turn." He sat back in the chair in the portrait, sighing rather helplessly, "Alas—"
Since you're so eager to get it, I'll give you a little hint.
Tom's smile was exceptionally gentle. "I'd like to know more, Headmaster Black."
"Alright, alright—" Phineas shook his head dejectedly. "Although I haven't personally taught you, I've always been very satisfied with you."
Tom, the answer is—
Actually, that sword, the Sword of Gryffindor— "
He suddenly jutted his head forward, and the entire portrait was filled with his large, mocking face.
"Actually, it's not here at all. Go find it yourself! Hahahaha—"
Tom's expectant expression twisted for a moment.
Anger, disappointment, regret and other emotions flashed through my mind one after another.
I'm so sorry—
He calmly raised his wand. "Headmaster Black, I have always admired you greatly."
"Because I don't like Muggle-born students?" Phineas took a slight step back.
"I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts! I will never yield to a bastard like you!"
An enraged Tom pointed his wand at them, shouting, "I'll find you and destroy your last picture frame too!"
The red light emanating from the tip of the staff reflected off his face through the even more dazzling silver light.
With a "whoosh," the right arm that was gripping the wand was neatly severed.
"Ah—" Tom stretched out his left hand with a pained expression, forcefully covering the wound from which black mist was emanating.
Even Mithril and silver iron couldn't make him feel pain.
Yet this burning sensation in the soul was indeed caused by a precious sword.
"Who is it!" Tom's resentful gaze swept around.
There was no one in sight, no sound.
"Hahahaha—" Phineas laughed heartily, "Tom, you'd better run away now!"
Even if you still have your wand, your Killing Curse won't work on him!
"Harry Potter— " Tom hissed the name in a low voice.
The principals were all stunned.
This silent approach, this swift and decisive action, is clearly Vincent kidnapping the Sorting Hat.
"Occlumency and Disillusionment Charm— " Tom released the wound he had been pressing tightly against.
The dissipating black mist reformed into an arm, and his eyes regained their calm.
Psychological warfare?
Vincent, hidden behind him, looked down.
Did he deliberately say the wrong name to provoke me and reveal his location, so he could then take the opportunity to pick up the wand?
Voldemort with hair is indeed insidious!
The first time I was fooled was because I was careless; the second time was because I lacked information.
The third time?
That's impossible.
Vincent didn't know where Snape was hiding, but he knew that Snape had more patience than he did.
Sitting on a small stool for most of the semester, spending an entire evening there is no problem at all.
The former principals didn't dare to breathe loudly.
In this deathly silent space, a decisive battle is underway.
Tom wants his wand back, Vincent and Snape try to deliver the fatal blow.
The third floor of the castle.
Flitwick skillfully used various spells to force the Basilisk into the corridor outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
"Hiss--"
He waved his wand, deflecting all the venom that was spewing out.
The Basilisk was unaffected and even opened its two long, narrow eyes.
Fred and George took the opportunity to throw several more smoke bombs, forcing it to quickly close its eyes.
"Well done!" Flitwick gathered the smoky smoke around the Basilisk's head.
There was nowhere left to retreat to; any further retreat would lead to the end of the corridor.
"Professor, we've run out of supplies."
"It's alright, they're here."
As soon as Flitwick finished speaking, McGonagall and Sprout appeared in the corridor behind him.
"Filius, watch out!"
Sensing the increase in the number of people, the Basilisk with its eyes closed lashed out with its tail.
"Obstacle Course — Shield Charm— "
The two spells that Flitwick cast almost simultaneously successfully blocked the giant tail against the barrier at the tip of his staff.
McGonagall trotted over, her wand circling the Basilisk once.
It quickly pulled its tail back, punching a hole in the shrinking corridor wall.
A gentle breeze blew in.
Outside the castle is a wide lawn, and beyond that is the Forbidden Forest, full of tall trees.
Don't let it go!
Flitwick reacted quickly, preparing his next spell the instant the Shield Charm was removed.
A whip extended from the tip of his staff, binding the Basilisk tightly like a rope.
Hiss—
The hole is being repaired, and the whip is being tightened.
The Basilisk suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a long, black shadow slightly smaller than its body.
It collapsed limply to the floor, the emerald green sheen of its scales beginning to dim.
"It actually shed its skin and escaped." Flitwick frowned as he looked at the wall, Reparo.
The Black Lake is pitch black, rendering sight useless and diluting the venom.
The Forbidden Forest is under Dumbledore's magic; as long as the area is controlled, it's the perfect location.