What Was Once Lost Became All the More Precious-I, the Demoness of Despair, Have Returned!

After paying tribute to his descendant, Phineas narrowed his eyes and examined the corpse.

Just as he had expected, Regulus had become a dark creature—a humiliated Inferius, denied even peace in death.

Though he had guessed as much long ago, Phineas was still filled with fury and hatred for Voldemort, who had brought shame upon the House of Black.

"Sirius!" Phineas called loudly, struggling to suppress his anger.

"Undo the magic placed on Regulus, then bury your poor brother in the Black family cemetery!"

Sirius, who had been crouched beside Kreacher mourning Regulus, looked up in surprise at his great-grandfather.

"Huh? Old Man, what are you talking about?"

Phineas rolled his eyes, feeling his nonexistent blood pressure rise.

"I! Said! Remove the Inferius magic from your brother, restore his lost dignity, and then bury him!"

"Me?" Sirius pointed at himself, his face full of confusion. "But I don't know that kind of magic!"

"If you want me to kill an Inferius, that's practically a specialty of mine. I did it plenty of times back in the day."

"But turning an Inferius back into an ordinary corpse... Old Man, that's way beyond anything I know!"

Phineas sighed heavily.

"The House of Black's library has Secrets of the Darkest Art, Moste Potente Potions, and Dark Sequences. They're all advanced texts on Dark Magic."

"Go look through those books. Each one has relevant information you can use as a guide..."

Harley silently placed a hand at her side. If she remembered correctly, she had all those books in her pocket.

"...Never mind. You don't look like you'd be willing to read them, and it would take too long anyway. I'll just guide you through it myself."

Phineas shook his head, abandoning his earlier decision.

At Sirius's distrustful look, the veins on Phineas's forehead