Hogwarts Homecoming

"Sirius will be free soon—"

Amosta smiled and said,

"You stay in this room all day, I'm afraid you don't know what happened outside. The Ministry of Magic has announced the truth of the year in the Daily Prophet. Maybe in a few days, the Wizengamot will officially launch the investigation into the killing wave. The trial of Peter Pettigret, the real murderer of the Tets, I should be there, and after that, Sirius will probably be back."

"Kreacher is happy for Master Sirius--"

Hearing this news, Kreacher blinked his bloodshot eyes and said, he boldly raised his head and asked,

"Wait until Master Sirius comes home. Master Regulus' funeral."

Well, being born to one mother and both being direct descendants of the Black family, the difference in the treatment they enjoy is quite impressive.

Amosta pursed his lips, but did not answer Kreacher's question. He put his hand into his bosom and stroked it for a while. After a while, he took out the exquisite locket that belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself, and showed Show it to Kreacher.

This time, Kreacher's reaction was much more 'normal'.

Its red and swollen eyes, the size of a light bulb, filled with tears in an instant, its body trembled violently, and it stared at the locket in Amosta's hand with an incredulous expression,

"You... oh, Kreacher can't believe it!"

Kreacher stretched out his fingers tremblingly, wanting to touch the open locket, but it still didn't have the courage,

"Kreacher tried so many times. But the powerful black magic on the box stopped Kreacher, but you did it, Mr. Brian. Master, you fulfilled Master Regulus' last wish, and you were seen by Kreacher The greatest wizard ever!"

Amosta's cheeks twitched a few times. This old-fashioned house-elf is still very good at adapting to the wind, but then again, it seems that he really respects Regulus Black.

"Yes, the magic on this locket has been destroyed."

Amosta said, and Kreacher was already lying on the ground and weeping excitedly, chanting words all the time.

Regulus' last wish is also Kreacher's obsession. For so many years, it has been living alone in pain with this task that it can never complete. Now, Amosta has freed it from the pain. It is conceivable that How grateful it is!

"Okay, Kreacher—"

Amosta stopped the rolling Kreacher with a soft voice,

"From now on, you can live a little easier too, please, can you help me make lunch, I'm a little hungry—"

"No problem, Master Brian!"

Kreacher, a carp, jumped up. It wiped its snot with its hands, and was ready to go downstairs excitedly. Serving wizards is a command engraved in the souls of house-elves, and they are proud of it.

"Since you can clean up this house, Kreacher," Amosta shouted to Kreacher who ran to the corner of the stairs, "Please clean yourself up before cooking!"

After eating a well-cooked and delicious lunch, Amosta returned to his room to rest for a while to eliminate the little fatigue caused by manipulating the giant skeleton of the titan forcibly in the morning. He opened his sleepy eyes and lazily got up from the bed when the sun turned from golden to red.

Glancing at the wall clock on the wall, Amosta smacked his mouth in dissatisfaction after confirming the time. Perhaps his life has gradually become more comfortable. Recently, he feels that he has become lazy.

Regulus' body was placed in the room where he lived when he was alive, that is, on the fifth floor, and Amosta's room was on the fourth floor. Out of respect for Regulus, Amosta came to A guest room on the third floor took some effort to transfer the furnishings to other places. After some renovations, Kreacher was ordered not to enter the room without being summoned again.

Mystical creatures possess intelligence that ordinary animals do not possess. The Witchbird that landed on the ground screamed heart-piercingly, and the sharp noise of rubbing its fingernails against the blackboard caused Amosta a headache.

And the Irish leprechaun with two funny chestnut mustaches is cursing Amostar in the most vicious language it knows. If it is not bound by a poisonous snake the size of a thumb, it may jump Get up and beat Amosta's knee fiercely, but even in this state, it does not forget to make indecent gestures with its stubby hands.

Amosta waved his wand with a normal face, and the two fussy little guys fainted and passed away at the same time.

The next magical experiment requires their souls to maintain a stable state, too intense emotions are not conducive to the experiment.

There have been many experiments with this spell, and Amosta has long been familiar with it. After controlling the two little guys to fly onto the test platform, he closed his eyes to stabilize his mind. After a while, when he opened them again, the purple eyes Only cold reason and a thirst for magical refinement remain.

The world outside is full of spring, and the slightly warm wind is intoxicating, but in the old house of the Black family, it seems to be experiencing a severe winter.

A wisp of pure white ice crystals leaked quietly from under the closed door of the laboratory, and quickly spread in the corridor on the third floor like a creeper moistened by abundant rain, covering the wall in the blink of an eye.

In the invisible world, a black ink-like evil magic power was roaring, and Kreacher, who was squatting outside the door and waiting for orders at any time, was trembling with fright, wishing to escape from the house immediately, but the house-elf Nature forces it to stay here and not to leave.

There was a thick fog in the laboratory.

The grainy black silk mist permeating the air is experiencing the ebb and flow of the tide like the waves pulled by the moon, and in this turbulent black wave, the only object exuding a white halo is Amo The soul that Star grabbed from the body of the Wretch Bird.

The brilliance emitted by the soul as bright as the moonlight has a gelatinous texture. Because it is separated from the body, the soul strength emitted by the witch bird is more dazzling than those ghosts in Hogwarts that have existed for hundreds of thousands of years. many times.

Gazing at the soul, Amosta felt an uncontrollable joy in his heart. Experience told him that success was already waving to him.

The magic wand in his hand traced a mysterious trajectory in the air, and under the traction of a mysterious atmosphere, the black 'gravel' floating in the room converged on the tip of the wand like a hundred rivers and seas, forming a pattern like a talisman and an array , and the moment this pattern appeared, the powerful and evil magic power caused the air to tremble violently, and the soul of the Wicked Bird, which was close at hand, also rippled like a lake surface wrinkled by the breeze.

Amosta narrowed his eyes, he held his wand against the pattern that gathered evil will and huge magic power, and slowly and with difficulty brought it close to the soul of the witch bird like pushing a heavy object.

The moment the two touched, a horrific cry suddenly sounded in the void, and the outline of the Witchbird's soul immediately trembled violently, and the fear and despair permeating it even made Kreacher outside the room All sensed.

Dozens of thin beards like plant rhizomes spread out from the jet-black pattern body, piercing fiercely into the soul body. After being eroded by it, the color of the originally holy soul gradually darkened, and there were a few hints of light in the dark halo emitted. Very evil!

It is rare to get a glimpse of the mysteries of the soul. Amosta put aside all distracting thoughts and concentrated on analyzing the various mysteries of the soul suspended in midair. Combining his existing knowledge, he quickly built the knowledge framework of the soul system.

The mutated soul of the Wicked Bird lasted for ten minutes. When the pattern completely melted its carrier, an invisible rippling gust of wind rushed in, forcing Amosta back. step.

But all the abnormalities subsided, and a flaming black curse seed suddenly appeared in front of his eyes!