The Return to Hogwarts

Sirius Black knelt on the ground, repeating the same phrase over and over, large, hot tears falling onto the cheeks of Regulus, who had already lost his life.

Kreacher threw himself into the boy's chest, his heart-wrenching screams moving all who heard them.

Chapter 271 The End

Tonight's operation has finally achieved a phased success.

They found Regulus Black, a boy whose life was forever frozen at the age of seventeen in his fight against the most evil wizard in history.

Regardless of Kreacher's reaction, Sirius's tears were becoming increasingly uncontrollable. He was grieving the death of his brother, as well as James Potter and Lily Evans, because he felt guilty and remorseful for their deaths, as all of this was inextricably linked to him.

Sirius Black –

Remus, who knew him well, sighed and came up behind Sirius, gently patting his shoulder.

Life is unpredictable; many things cannot be simply described as right or wrong. Some things happen, and we can only face and accept them. After all, the deceased are gone, and the living must continue to live.

The line between life and death was so clear and cruel. Sirius was mourning his brother, while Regulus, now an Infernal, had his pale arms, the veins of which had turned a pale gray, quietly wrapped around the necks of Sirius and Kreacher. He was still faithfully carrying out the orders left by Voldemort for the Infernals in this place: to kill all who dared to invade.

"Oh, watch out!"

Remus noticed everything in time. He pulled Kreacher out of the handcuffs, then put his arm around Sirius under his arm and dragged the struggling Sirius away.

Having lost his target, Regulus set his sights on Amosta, who was right in front of him. He slowly rolled over and grabbed Amosta's robe.

Even with Amosta Blaine's resilient mind, this tragic scene was heartbreaking.

He didn't damage Regulus's body; he simply bent down and tapped its cold arm with his wand.

Boom!

A resounding voice, like the grandest bell, echoed in the darkness. Regulus's gray-white eyes, covered in spiderwebs, immediately closed, and his body lay flat on the ground.

Amosta blocked the dark magic that had turned him into an infernal, and after so many years, Regulus's soul finally found peace.

"Calm down, Sirius—"

Sirius, being dragged aside, tried to break free from Remus's grasp and rush to his brother's side, but Remus held his friend tightly, his face full of sorrow.

“Regulus certainly wouldn’t want to see you like this, would he? You’re his most admired brother, and he definitely wants you to step out of those shadows and live happily in the sunlight!”

"I'll never know what he was thinking!"

Sirius's eyes were bloodshot and brimming with tears; he growled softly.

"He's dead, just like James and Lily. I didn't understand him; I thought he was a brainless idiot. But actually, I was the idiot; I'm the one who killed them!"

Under the immense suppression of dark magic in this place, freezing these undead corpses was quite taxing on Amosta. The simplest solution would be to destroy their bodies and grant their souls freedom.

"I have high hopes for Sirius Black."

Amosta spoke to Remus and Kreacher simultaneously.

"Wait, Amosta!"

Remus felt exhausted because he had to stop two 'madmen' at the same time!

“I know you’re angry that Voldemort slaughtered so many Muggles, and if possible, I also hope these poor people can find peace. But if, as you said before, it could cause this mountain to collapse, I think you need to reconsider. We don’t know if there are any Muggles living nearby!”

Remus spoke urgently, his forehead covered in sweat.

Well, when we were on the coast earlier, the area was desolate, and Amosta did think it was unlikely that humans would gather there, but Remus was right, he couldn't be sure.

"I will consider the impact."

Amosta nodded, his expression stern.

He looked around, using his infrared-like magical vision to roughly determine the number of dark creatures in the lake and assess the strength of the inescapable trap Voldemort had laid. Once he had a clear assessment, he turned around and his gaze fell once again on the glowing green potion in the stone basin.

call--

A cluster of golden flames tore through the gloom, suddenly appearing two feet above the stone basin. The flames, capable of burning anything, devoured downwards, but were met with a barrier set up by Voldemort to protect the potion. The two forces devoured each other invisibly, fiercely clashing.

Rumble!

The instant the magic that had frozen the space dissipated, a sudden, fierce wind arose, and the previously merely boiling lake was churned into ten-foot-high waves. These waves surged from the outer edge of the Black Lake, sweeping across its depths with overwhelming force, and continued to rise higher and higher. Above the crests of the waves, countless grotesque, monstrous corpses grotesquely bared their fangs and claws.

call.

Amosta took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, gray smoke trails appeared in the dark air, like wisps of hot air rising from the surface of magma about to erupt.

Remus was stunned. Even Sirius and Kreacher, who were overwhelmed with grief, stopped crying. They saw the black, smooth stone slab where Amostella stood gradually lose its color and turn into a grayish hue, as if it had been scorched by unimaginable heat.

The island began to crack, first at Amosta's feet, then spreading outwards with a slight tremor throughout the island, as if an unseen force was eroding the caves. When the cracks appeared at the feet of the infernals on the island's perimeter, the infernals, having regained their mobility, silently shattered into thousands upon thousands of fragments. The edges of the swirling fragments flickered with the faint glow of dying embers.

Amost's eyes regained the pure purple color he had after his breakthrough during his trip to Avalon. His indifference terrified Remus, Sirius, and Kreacher, who were now surrounded by a massive, white wave of Shadows that blotted out the sky!

"What should we do, Amosta!"

Remus, barely managing to escape this astonishing situation, roared breathlessly, but his roar was so weak amidst the roaring wind and waves.

"Stay there quietly."

Amostah's whispered words reached Remus's ears precisely, only to elicit a wry smile from him.

How can anyone remain calm in such a cataclysmic scene?

Remus thought he was seeing something that would overturn the wizarding worldview, but what they saw next was truly a miracle!

The tide of corpses finally surrounded the nearly collapsing black island. In the next second, a massive wave would crash down, and at that time, the few people on the island would have no chance of survival.

In a split second between life and death, Amosta, with her soft gray hair dancing wildly in the gale, finally took action once again.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, his gaze becoming disdainful, and he took a deep breath, then—

Roar!

A roar, like that of an angry dragon, suddenly erupted.

The pale gray spherical barrier suddenly expanded, meeting head-on the wave that contained astonishing dark magic!

Click!

At the edge of the clash between the two powerful forces, in the void, the dark magic left behind by Voldemort transformed into countless sinister black lightning bolts, all striking the barrier formed by Amostella's magical burst!

In an instant, the world fell silent, and blinding light enveloped the world!

This moment felt so long, as if it were an eternity.

The confrontation did not produce a clear winner in the first wave of clashes.

Countless black lightning bolts continued to strike the barrier, and the lake water was also eroding the barrier's power. At this moment, Amosta raised his wand sharply, and a continuous hurricane surged into the sky from in front of him. Suddenly, the gray barrier, which had been infused with new power, was engulfed in a massive golden fire!

This was a tense and fierce confrontation.

Neither side held an absolute advantage.

One moment, the spell left by Voldemort greatly compressed the spherical barrier covered in Fiendfire; the next moment, the barrier, powered by Amostella's magic, withstood the pressure and pushed back up.

The two powerful magical forces were like a millstone, and the lake water and the Yin Corpse were quickly evaporated in the process of fighting.

"The cave can't hold on much longer, Amosta!"

The earth-shattering battle before their eyes captivated the onlookers, but Remus, preoccupied with the potential consequences of a landslide, noticed something unusual. Amidst the rumbling sounds, he faintly heard the rocks cracking.

Beside Amosta, the golden Fiendfire was desperately suppressing the protective spell on the stone basin, as most of the magic in the cave was being consumed in the struggle. The Fiendfire had begun to ignite the potion.

call out!

Even after being reminded by Remus, Amostella still held her wand high, only glancing at the stone basin beside her.

The fiery flames on the stone basin suddenly rose, transforming in the blink of an eye into a golden dagger, which slammed heavily into the edge of the basin. The basin shattered, potions splattered everywhere, and a locket identical to the previous one floated up, landing in Sirius's hands below Amosta.

"Get ready, we're leaving--"

After uttering those words, Amosta looked at Lightning, who was already showing signs of weakness, and his purple eyes suddenly shone brightly. He once again let out a roar that suppressed the thunder.

Click--

From the void came a crisp sound like shattering glass. The gray spherical barrier expanded outward to the opposite rock wall with unparalleled speed. Everything it swept over, whether lightning, lake water, or the muddy lake bottom, disappeared!

"go!"

After a sharp shout, the group left the cave one after another, leaving behind only an exaggerated, truly meaningful, spherical clearing on the ground.

Chapter 272 Follow-up

2023-04-30

At dawn, golden sunlight strolled leisurely from the other side of the city to Grimmauld Place in West London. The roadside grass trembled to greet the rising sun, and on the telephone poles, several small birds preened their feathers while chirping melodiously.

Residents living nearby gradually emerged from their homes, some on foot and others by bicycle, leisurely making their way to the nearby subway station.

When they meet acquaintances on their journey, they discuss the day's weather and the newly repaired roads, which have turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

Inside the Black family mansion, Sirius Black, looking exhausted from not having slept all night, staggered down to the basement kitchen. When he saw Remus eating alone in the small dining room, he showed a slight look of surprise.

"Come here quickly, Sirius—"

Remus, who was at the table devouring a plate of grilled bacon, smiled and said to Sirius on the stairs.

"Come and try today's breakfast. It's completely different from before. To be honest, I used to think Kreacher wasn't very good at cooking, but now I see I underestimated him—"