Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 314 Destroying the Slytherin Locket! Or...?
The door was pushed open, and Sirius walked in, his face still burning with anger.

His eyes instantly welled up with tears when he saw the gold locket in Dylan's hand.

This very thing cost his younger brother, who had initially gone astray but eventually came to his senses, his life.

"This is... Voldemort's Horcrux?"

Sirius paused, reaching out to touch it, but then stopped in mid-air.

"Yes."

Dylan nodded, picked up the gold locket engraved with the Slytherin emblem, gently placed his palm on it, and channeled a tiny amount of magic into it.

Almost the instant the magic entered.

A low, sinister whisper came from the locket.

The voice sounded like countless people whispering in your ear, carrying an indescribable chill.

Dylan slowly opened the clasp of the locket box a crack.

Strands of black magic immediately seeped out from the cracks, twisting and turning in the air as if they were alive.

As the gap widened, the wicked whispers grew louder, filled with temptation.

It constantly stirs up the darkest and most greedy desires deep within people's hearts, seemingly trying to completely devour their reason.

Sirius swallowed hard.

Dylan tilted his head, slightly raised his hand hanging at his side, and a ball of flame suddenly rose from his palm.

When the flame first appeared, it was only the size of a fist, but it carried a chilling aura. The flame twisted and shot upwards, instantly growing to half a foot high.

He held the Slytherin locket he was clutching under the flames.

The snake-shaped pattern on the locket, which had been faintly gleaming with silver light, immediately emitted a sizzling sound upon contact with the flames.

The gemstone at the snake's eye was instantly covered with a layer of black ash, and the metal outer shell of the box twisted and turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Firestorm?!" Sirius Black's eyes widened suddenly as he stared at Dylan warily. "You can actually use this?"

Dylan looked down at the flame in his palm and gently stirred it to better envelop the locket.

“Professor Flitwick taught me the counter-spell of Fiendfire. To learn the counter-spell, you must first learn the spell.”

As they spoke, the locket had already been burned beyond recognition by the raging fire.

The originally exquisite snake-shaped relief melted completely, and the box shrank into a dark, slag-like mass.

Finally, with a crisp "crack," it shattered into several small fragments, gradually turning to ashes in the raging flames, leaving not even a wisp of black smoke behind.

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief: "Well done, keeping this thing around would only cause trouble!"

Dylan smiled and nodded, slowly withdrawing the fierce fire from his palm.

With his other hand hanging by his side, he put away the real Horcrux.

It was just left to burn in the raging fire.

However, it was a fake he created using illusion magic and ordinary metal.

He kept this Horcrux for another purpose.

He looked up at Sirius, his smile still gentle.

The system's achievements kept popping up, but he didn't look at them directly.

Instead, he looked at Sirius.

"Please write a letter to Professor Dumbledore and the others, and tell them that I have destroyed the Horcruxes."

"Okay." Sirius nodded.

Take out paper and pen.

He wrote down in detail the entire process of finding the locket, confirming Regulus's identity, and destroying the Horcrux.

They then sealed the contents into two separate envelopes and sent them by owl to Dumbledore and Moody's residences.

Before long, Dumbledore and Moody arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Both of them had very complicated expressions.

Dumbledore was Regulus's Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts.

He was deeply impressed by that always silent yet stubborn boy.

Moody had a brief encounter with Regulus, who had just joined the Death Eaters, during an Auror mission in his early years.

At the time, he thought the other party was just another fanatic brainwashed by the idea of ​​pure blood, and never expected such a reversal.

"Regulus has always been a sensible child."

Dumbledore looked at the relief of Regulus on the Black family tree and sighed softly.

No amount of praise could quell the regret in Sirius's heart.

He stepped forward, his hands clenched tightly: "I want him back, even if it's just to bury him in the Black family cemetery, so he can stay in a familiar place."

"Please, take me to that cave!"

Dumbledore did not refuse.

This trip was much more convenient than the last one.

Dumbledore gave a soft call, and Fawkes the phoenix flew in from outside the window, its golden feathers casting dappled light into the room.

The four men reached out and grabbed Fox's tail feathers.

With a flash of warm firelight, the phantom instantly teleported into the cave.

The search for Regulus went exceptionally smoothly.

Dumbledore walked to the lake, raised the Elder Wand, aimed it at the dark water, and chanted the spell in a deep voice: "Petrify and levitate!"

The next second, an invisible magical force surged from the tip of the staff, plunging into the lake and lifting up hundreds or thousands of corpses one by one, suspending them densely in mid-air.

Dumbledore squinted and patiently searched through the rotting, twisted body, finally recognizing Regulus near the island in the middle of the lake.

He still looked young, but his figure was thin and frail, clearly indicating that he was not very strong when he was alive.

However, after being immersed in the cold lake water for a long time, the body had become bloated and turned white.

His once neatly combed black hair was now stuck to his pale cheeks, and his black wizard robe was tattered with a few strands of seaweed tangled in the hem, covered in mud from the bottom of the lake.

"Regrus..."

The moment Sirius saw his younger brother, he could no longer hold back his tears, which streamed down his face.

He recalled how, when he broke with his family due to ideological differences, he had told his brother harsh words like, "You'll be killed by Voldemort sooner or later."

Looking back over the years, he realized that he had never taken the initiative to contact his brother, and even assumed that the other was a fanatical Death Eater.

If only I had noticed my brother's change sooner, if only we had communicated more.
Perhaps we wouldn't have waited until now to find out the truth, and perhaps we could have seen him one last time before he took action!
Sirius, don't be too sad.

Dumbledore gently patted his back. "Regulus was prepared when he chose this path. What he needs most now is to break free from the Infernal's shackles and get a good night's sleep."

Sirius lay by the lake, his shoulders trembling, and cried for a very long time.

Until a cold wind blew from the depths of the cave, carrying the dampness of the lake, and brushed against the back of his neck.

It sent a chill down his spine, and he gradually stopped crying. He wiped the tears and snot from his face with his sleeve, and his eyes hardened.

He looked at his brother's body hanging in the air and said in a low voice, "You're right, he was too tired, it was time to end it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his wand, aimed it at the corpse, and clearly uttered the spell: "Burning Flames!"

The blazing crimson flames suddenly enveloped Regulus's corpse body.

The flames are extremely hot, and they sizzle and burn the skin the moment they touch it.

The flames spread from the limbs to the torso, and then burned towards the head.

First, the flesh shrinks and carbonizes in the high temperature, then the bones are gradually burned to brittleness, and finally turn into a handful of grayish-white ashes scattered on the ground.

The surface of the ashes still faintly glowed with a dark black light.

Those were remnants of dark magic that had long been attached to the corpse, stubbornly clinging to the ash particles, and could not be removed in a short time.

Just then, a phantom figure suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The person looked very young, probably not even twenty years old, with a slender build and a faint silver-white soul light emanating from him. His outline was somewhat blurry, but one could clearly see the resemblance between his eyebrows and eyes and Sirius Black's.

He first nodded slightly to Dylan, Dumbledore, and Moody, his eyes filled with gratitude.

His gaze then shifted to Sirius, whose face was streaked with tears, and he moved unsteadily.

The white soul slowly drifted toward Sirius, a mere three meters away.

He floated with extraordinary difficulty, and with every inch he moved, the light of his soul dimmed a little.

When he finally floated up to Sirius, he slowly opened his arms, wanting to hug his brother.

The illusory arm passed straight through Sirius's body without touching any physical object.

Sirius looked at him, and his tears flowed even more fiercely.

The next second, Regulus's soul began to ignite with holy white light from his toes, the light gentle yet carrying a purifying power.

In that holy firelight, Regulus wore a relieved smile.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

The flames gradually engulfed his torso and shoulders, and finally even his smiling face was completely enveloped, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

The last spark drifted slowly onto the ashes on the ground, as if it had a life of its own, and burrowed into the gray-black particles.

In an instant.

The black light on the ashes seemed to have encountered its nemesis, quickly fading and dissipating.

The originally dark ashes have returned to a pure grayish-white color, with no trace of black magic remaining.

Sirius Black knelt down, carefully picked up the ashes, and placed them into a bronze box that had been prepared beforehand.

The box is engraved with the Black family crest and has fine silver lines inlaid along its edges.

He knew that the state of the corpse was irreversible, and that being able to release his brother's soul and restore his ashes to purity was already the best possible outcome.

"These corpses should be released too."

Dylan looked at the faint shadows beneath the lake's surface and said in a heavy tone, "The longer they exist, the more their souls suffer. Why don't we help them end this torment completely?"

Dumbledore and Moody both nodded.

"Blazing Flames!" Dylan raised his wand first, and orange-red flames erupted and landed on the lake.

"Vulcan, clear the way!" Moody also cast a spell, and golden lines of fire spread across the lake.

"Lightning Storm!" Dumbledore's spell followed immediately, and purple lightning and fire intertwined.

moment.

Firelight and electric flashes filled the entire lake surface, and the dazzling light illuminated the dark cave, making it as bright as day.

Under the baptism of light and fire, the hundreds of corpses in the lake did not even have a chance to struggle before they were directly turned into water vapor and evaporated completely.

That's a real shame.

In fact, these corpses can also be used for experiments.

Dylan shook his head inwardly.

Having done all this, the group didn't linger any longer.

Dumbledore summoned Fawkes the phoenix, who spread his golden wings and let out a clear cry. With a flap of his wings, a ball of flame enveloped the four of them.

With a flash of fire, the group vanished from the cave and instantly reappeared in the living room of number 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Thank you..." Sirius hugged the bronze box tightly, his voice still hoarse, his eyes full of gratitude, and his gaze toward Dylan and the other two was exceptionally sincere.

Dylan noticed that Dumbledore's fingers, which were stroking his beard, twitched, and his eyes held a hint of unspoken words.

Clearly, he seemed to have something to say to me alone.

Seeing that Sirius was relatively calm, Dylan and Dumbledore exchanged a glance and said their goodbyes at the same time: "Then we won't bother you any longer."

Sirius nodded, gently stroking the surface of the bronze box, and said softly, "Yes, you should go back first."

I want to... spend some time alone with Regulus.

The Hog's Head pub was filled with the aroma of malt beer and bread. Dumbledore and Dylan sat facing each other at an old wooden table by the window, with two unfinished butterbeers on the table.

Moody sat at the other end of the table, clutching a dark brown bottle of whiskey.

He tilted his head back and chugged down glass after glass, the liquor dripping from the corners of his mouth onto his black leather jacket. A significant amount of the amber liquor even spilled, splashing onto the wood grain of the table and creating a small, damp patch.

"Alastormudy! Are you trying to empty my wine cellar with that kind of drinking?"

Aberforth leaned over from behind the bar, his brow furrowed.

He was wiping a tin glass in his hand, his eyes fixed on the bottle in Moody's hand.

Although Dumbledore had prepaid for the wine, as the owner, he couldn't stand seeing such good wine being wasted.

Moody let out a burp, his cheeks flushed red, and his eyes became somewhat glazed.

He shook the bottle and mumbled a rebuttal: "I... I've fought dark wizards my whole life, and now I've destroyed a bastard's Horcrux, can't I at least enjoy myself?"

As he was speaking, he was about to pour more wine into his glass when he swayed and almost fell off his chair, but luckily he managed to grab the table in time.

Upon learning that the Horcruxes left behind by Regulus had been completely disposed of, most of the pent-up frustration in his heart dissipated, and he felt that no matter how much he drank, he couldn't get enough satisfaction.

"Hmph, enjoying yourself?" Aberforth sneered, wiping the glass with a bit more force. "I've heard about your promise to Albus to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"You're so drunk right now, let's see if you can even make it through your first semester. Don't die from a student's prank or a dark wizard's sneak attack right after you take office!"

These sarcastic remarks instantly ignited Moody's anger.

He slammed his hand on the table, making a loud clanging sound as the wine glass clattered.

"What nonsense are you spouting, old man! What haven't I, Moody, seen? Let's duel it is! I'll show you what a seasoned Auror is all about!"

As he spoke, he was about to get up and bump into the other person, but he stumbled because of his drunkenness.

Dumbledore sat to the side, watching the two bicker with a smile, his white beard trembling slightly.

(End of this chapter)