In the early morning, the golden sunshine came at a pleasant pace from the other side of the city to Grimmauld Place in the west of London. The weeds on the roadside trembled to welcome the rising sun. On the telephone poles, a few birds were singing with their hands. The beak combs its feathers while emitting a sweet cry.
Residents living nearby walked out of their homes one after another, either on foot or on bicycles, and slowly rushed to the nearby subway station.
When meeting acquaintances on the road, they would discuss the weather today and the newly repaired roads, which were a blessing in disguise.
In the old house of the Black family, Sirius, who looked tired after not sleeping all night, staggered down to the kitchen on the ground floor. When he saw Remus eating alone in the small dining room, he showed a slightly surprised expression. .
"Come here, Sirius-"
Remus, who was working on a plate of grilled bacon at the dining table, smiled and said to Sirius on the stairs,
"Come and try today's breakfast. It's completely different from the previous ones. To be honest, I thought Kreacher was really not very good at cooking. Now it seems that I'm a little underestimating him—— "
Sirius muttered, rubbed his swollen and red eyes, and walked slowly to the dining table.
"Where's Amosta?"
Sirius picked up an omelette with a silver fork, put it directly into his mouth, and said while chewing, "I thought he had already come down?"
"I think he should still be in his room," Remus rubbed his forehead with his palm, his expression complicated.
"I told Kreacher not to bother him either. You know, he's probably pretty tired."
The dining room fell into silence, and the two people at the table looked at each other speechlessly, both guessing what the other was thinking.
"Have you ever seen a guy like him, Remus?"
After a long time, Sirius spoke first, his voice dull.
"I'm no more knowledgeable than you, Sirius-"
Remus smiled bitterly and shook his head.
After discussing how to place Regulus's body, Sirius stayed up all night and stayed by his brother's side, while Remus and Amosta returned to the guest room to rest. Remus didn't know that Amosta had He couldn't sleep. He was obviously very tired anyway, but he still couldn't fall asleep while lying on the bed. Every time he closed his eyes, what flashed before his eyes was the scene when Amosta destroyed the cave.
"Before this, I had never imagined that wizards could possess such power, nor could I imagine that wizards could cause such great damage."
Remus sighed and said,
"It seems that we have been fighting Voldemort for so many years. We think we know how terrifying he is, but the truth is that Voldemort has probably never shown his power to us because there is no need."
"Dumbledore must know."
Sirius's voice was still dull;
"We all know that Voldemort is afraid of Dumbledore. In those years, Voldemort has been trying his best to avoid fighting Dumbledore. He must be more capable than Voldemort."
"Yes, there is no doubt about it."
Remus had great faith in the old man who possessed wisdom far beyond that of ordinary wizards.
The two people at the table were talking to each other, and neither of them looked particularly happy.
On the one hand, although Regulus's body was recovered, the truth of his death still cast a shadow on their hearts, and they were still immersed in deep sorrow.
On the other hand, the scene of annihilation when Amosta destroyed the cave last night gave them unspeakable shock, and at the same time, it also made them feel a little scared.
Since the development of the magic world in modern times, magic has become more and more close to the daily lives of wizards, and casting spells has become simple and fast. Today's wizards can no longer imagine how grand and shocking the battle scenes that change the terrain at every turn are.
As just said, Voldemort avoided a direct confrontation with Dumbledore during the years when he was raging.
The last time people in the wizarding world saw magic destroying the world was half a century ago - the greatest wizard of our time, Albus Dumbledore, and the first-generation Dark Lord, Gertler Grinder. Waugh's battle of the century.
"You have made a decision about Regulus, right?"
The topic circled around and returned to Regulus. Remus rubbed his sore eyebrows, wondering if he should go back to his room and try to sleep again.
"It's natural that you want to hold a funeral for Regulus, but considering your current situation-"
"I know, Remus—"
Thinking of this, Sirius became irritated,
"I didn't say it would be held immediately. Of course, I would have to wait until I kill that despicable traitor and clear my name. I will invite some people, but they are not relatives of the Black family. They are not worthy. I hope to invite some people from the Order of the Phoenix. Wizard, I want these friends who have been on the front line against Voldemort to know that Regulus is not a Death Eater, he is a true hero."
He was not famous during his lifetime, but after his death, Sirius hoped that Regulus would be recognized by like-minded wizards.
"And one more thing--"
Remus did not criticize Sirius's thoughts, but said in a serious tone,
"Albus told me before he left that he was going to investigate some important matters. In order to prevent you from trying to harm Harry again, he gave me a way to contact him urgently. I tried not to disturb Albus's business, but When he returns to school, including Peter, including what happened last night, I must report to Albus!"
Sirius was slightly silent and finally nodded.
On the third floor of the old house, in the guest room.
Amosta was not fast asleep as Remus expected. Instead, he got up when the golden-pink sunlight in the early morning shone through the carved glass windows on the floor. Moreover, his complexion seemed to be still good. Not bad.
Amosta, who was wearing a dressing gown, sat at the desk in front of the window, leaning lazily on the high-backed soft chair behind him. His left hand rested on the armrest, and his right hand dragged the real trousers brought back by Kreacher more than ten years ago. The Horcrux, taking advantage of the soft morning sunlight, quietly observed the ancient runic symbols on the surface of the locket, which had unknown meanings.
There are a lot of books spread out on the desk. Among them, there are textbooks for Hogwarts NEWT level courses published under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic. There are also some books that exude a simple atmosphere, with dark yellow book covers and pages covered with insects. A stained magic book.
In order to understand the meaning of the symbols on the box, Amosta took out all the books from the storage bag he carried with him, but after going through all the information, he still couldn't figure it out.
"Go back and ask Professor Babling, she is an expert in this field -"
Amosta sighed and put the matter aside for now.
From the time he got the locket last night to now, Amosta has actually still tried to open it. He used some less drastic methods, but they were all resisted by the powerful defensive black magic of the Horcrux on the box. If you want to hide the soul inside the box, you must destroy the locket itself.
Likewise, Amosta is reluctant to do this for the time being, because he also plans to rip off Dumbledore again.
"How will the price be determined this time?"
Amosta bit his lip in difficulty.
Of course he didn't want to suffer a loss, but Dumbledore had already been depleted in order to pay the commission fee for catching the basilisk last time, so it seemed inappropriate to set the price too high.
Boom, boom, boom!
Just when Amosta was thinking about introducing the 'installment' and 'loan' business to Dumbledore, there was a sudden knock on the guest room door.
(End of chapter)
