What was expected - when Harry and Hermione discovered Professor Dumbledore and Professor Blaine in the crowd, they realized that they would definitely not be able to hide it. Ever since Harry was hit by this incident on Christmas in his first year, Since the creation of the precious Invisibility Cloak, this is the only wizard who can see through the disguise of the Invisibility Cloak.
"Potter, and Granger?"
Professor McGonagall looked at the two little wizards slowly approaching here and asked in surprise,
"How did you find out?"
"It's a no-brainer, Minerva—"
There was a sarcastic sneer on Professor Snape's lips.
Two little wizards from her college openly followed the professor's whereabouts and were exposed in front of the principal. Professor McGonagall's face became a little uneasy. She was about to scold him sternly, but at this time, Sirius turned his head and said kindly. He waved to Harry and Hermione,
"Come here, Harry. And your name is Hermione, right? Remus told Amosta and I about you—"
Hermione's face turned red and she was embarrassed, but she followed Harry and approached Sirius.
Harry came to Sirius and looked at him. There was lingering sadness in Sirius's eyes, but his complexion was still much better than that night in the Forbidden Forest a month ago. The criminal in prison uniform with a ferocious expression on his face was completely different from the young and handsome wizard standing next to his parents in the photo album Hagrid gave him.
Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder naturally, and Harry felt no disobedience at all, as if the two of them had known each other for many years.
But the actual situation was not like this. The two of them had met once before, and it was still before the misunderstanding was resolved.
The breeze sang softly, and the red-gold sunlight shone through the leaves on the ground, and the golden light and shadow continued to change shapes. Dumbledore sniffed, and his voice was as low as Harry had ever heard,
"That's all, Sirius—"
Dumbledore said apologetically,
"I understand your desire to have a grand funeral for your brother, but as I explained to you, it would not be appropriate to tell everyone about Regulus's position and die fighting against Voldemort. It involves some extremely important secrets that are not suitable for the public to know."
"Your brother?"
Harry asked subconsciously, but in fact, when he saw the face of the young wizard lying in front of him, he already had a similar guess. He thought that the wizard was Sirius's son or nephew or something. After all, they His appearance is quite imaginable, and he is very young.
But dying fighting Voldemort? Harry was horrified.
In the eyes of the public, Voldemort had died twelve years ago. Even if he was not dead, he would have long since faded away. However, Harry and the others knew that this was not the case. When he was in his first grade, Voldemort also bewitched the school to restore his magic power. A professor from Hogwarts tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Hogwarts. Could it be that Voldemort recently made a similar move, and Sirius's younger brother died because of this?
"I have no more opinions to offer, Dumbledore--"
Sirius said,
"Besides, I think Regulus would also be very satisfied."
Kreacher's wailing voice suddenly became sharper, and Harry and Hermione discovered that there was another one hidden under the table. Ugh!
"Dobby, how could you. Oh, you're not!"
Harry blurted out Dobby's name, but he immediately realized that the house elf in front of him was not Dobby. Although he could not distinguish the subtle differences between their facial features, he could at least tell that. The elf is probably much older than that.
"It's Kreacher, the loyal servant of the Black family -"
Sirius explained to Harry.
In any case, Sirius is the only direct descendant of the Black family, and his recognition has a different meaning to Kreacher. After hearing Sirius's evaluation, the old Kreacher cried and beat the ground, mumbling non-stop.
Hermione, on the other hand, couldn't bear it when she saw Kreacher bursting into tears, and when she heard the word 'servant', she pursed her lips, as if she had something to express.
"I don't think you understand the situation yet, Harry -"
Sirius put his arm around Harry's shoulders and smiled sadly,
"Regulus Black is my biological brother - he did some wrong things in the past, and after he realized it, he decided to do something to make up for the mistakes he had made. Because of these things, he paid with his life. This is not The latest thing, he has been dead for many years.”
Harry nodded, and combined with Dumbledore's previous words, he had a basic understanding of the situation.
"--I didn't know the situation before, thinking that he had been firmly following Voldemort. After I escaped from Azkaban, with the help of Amosta, I found out the truth about his death, although everything was too late. , but I still hope to give Regulus a decent burial."
It's Professor Brain again.
Hermione and Harry couldn't help but glance at Professor Braine, who had a serious expression on his face, and unconsciously recalled every moment in their minds since they met Professor Braine.
This is a particularly magical wizard, it seems that everything can be related to him, and he himself seems to be omnipotent and can always solve all difficulties.
The funeral began, and everyone stood in a circle around the unknown hero.
Everyone looked solemn. Starting from Dumbledore, everyone expressed some admiration for Regulus's courage to correct himself and resist Voldemort when he was at his peak. Those who once knew Regulus Black would also recall. Some of the past, even Snape, who regarded Sirius as his mortal enemy, said a few words dryly.
Amosta waved his wand, and dazzling white flames shot out from around Regulus's body and the table. The flames shot higher and higher, obscuring the body. White smoke curled up into the air, and in a daze, everyone seemed to see a handsome young man with a rebellious smile on his face, standing in mid-air waving to them.
When all this is over, the setting sun has disappeared, and only the tragic red clouds in the sky still stubbornly guard the boundary between the sky and the earth.
Snape strode away immediately after it was over. This occasion was really frustrating for him.
"Potter, Granger, for stalking the professor,"
When they walked out of the Forbidden Forest and stood on the shore of the sparkling lake, Professor McGonagall's cold voice showed no mercy,
"After you return to the castle, you still need to go to Filch and obey his orders!"
Professor McGonagall has always been unselfish, and Harry and Hermione have foreseen this possibility. However, Harry still decided to feel a little uncomfortable after being deducted points and being placed in solitary confinement in front of so many people, especially the headmaster, while Hermione, In shame, I wanted to cover my face and jump into the black lake a few steps away.
"I personally think this punishment is very appropriate--"
Dumbledore's silver beard was fluttering in the wind. He noticed that Harry was secretly observing his expression, so he said this witty remark.
Everyone chuckled, and even the serious-looking Sirius' mouth twitched.
"I don't think it's a big deal--"
Sirius patted the embarrassed Harry, his eyes filled with admiration.
"If I have time, I will share with you some of the interesting things we used James' invisibility cloak to do back then!"
"Please don't make me regret my decision, Sirius-"
Dumbledore said a little helplessly,
"You must understand that the responsibility of the professor's position is not just to teach knowledge. In many cases, you need to lead by example and guide the children correctly-"
"professor?!"
Harry's mind froze for several seconds before he understood what the conversation between Professor Dumbledore and Sirius was about. He showed an expression of disbelief at first, but then looked at him with surprise and lowered his head with a smile. holding his Sirius.
"Just as you guessed, Harry—"
Sirius nodded and answered in the affirmative.
"Some people -" Amosta, who had known this for a long time, shook his head and laughed, "always lack the ability to learn from the lessons of their predecessors."
(End of chapter)
