"If that's really the case......" Sirius' expression darkened, "but it's ......"

"Uh......" Van Lin's expression suddenly became low, it was really ironic to say that he experimented with magic himself, and then destroyed the ultimate goal they came to, especially since Regulus was still the hero who obtained Voldemort's Horcruxes, and died in this lake of corpses.

This is clearly Van Lin's fault.

Or, as fate would have it, it was impossible for Regulus to leave this place?

What a ridiculous statement.

"I didn't find Regulus's body, maybe ......" Van Lin looked at the lake, the probability was too small.

Kreacher also wailed and cried, the corpse of Master Regulus......

"I don't think we're going to be so pessimistic. Dumbledore said, "Kreacher, look!"

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and on the edge of the island not far away, his hands were tightly clasped into the black rocks, as if he was being imprisoned by something.

"That's ......"

Dumbledore didn't speak, but in an instant he loosened his grip on the corpse.

"Master Regulus, Kreacher has found Master Regulus!" Kreacher shouted frantically.

Van Lin also hurriedly looked in the direction pointed by the house elf, in fact, there was only one Yin corpse on the entire island.

The corpse of a boy of eighteen or nineteen had just crawled out of the lake, wearing a black wizard's robe that was different from the Muggle corpses that had preceded it, and the Blake family crest was particularly visible on his chest.

In fact, as a brother, Regulus's appearance is very similar to Sirius in his youth, and if Harry were to recognize him, he might think that Sirius had suddenly become younger, but this is destined to be a pipe dream, except for the truly great alchemists, and only gods can have such rejuvenating powers.

Under the influence of magic, Regulus still maintained the appearance of the moment before his death, and he looked like the statue in the Black family, without much change.

Compared with Sirius, Regulus's white frightening at this time may be due to being soaked in water, Regulus's face is pale, but under the effect of the potion in the stone basin, he still maintains the roundness of his body.

The boy who slowly collagenized, and also because of the potions, made Regulus's corpse still retain the appearance of his life, without half a point of swelling and decay, which seems to be acceptable, at least, Regulus was not eaten by those yin corpses.

But the next scene left everyone silent.

Regulus, like the other Yin Corpses, lost his sense of his surroundings like a walking corpse, and then spotted the enemy, walked in their direction in the center of the island, and let out an inexplicable roar from his mouth, obviously, several people of Van Lin had become the target of his attack.

He is not the hero who bravely resisted Voldemort, but a corpse under the control of magic, guarding the fragments of Voldemort's soul.

"Regulus!" Sirius cried out in a mournful voice, a heart-rending sound echoing through the dark cavern.

He ran over in a frenzy, trying to hug Regulus, calling his brother's name over and over again, trying to wake him up.

However, it was doomed to be in vain, and Regulus could not hear his call at all now......

"No, Sirius......" Van Lin cried out mournfully, and with a gesture he separated Sirius from Regulus.

"Regulus, Regulus, I'll take you home......" Sirius cried out frantically, his eyes scarlet, his hands hammering against Van Lin's spell.

Suddenly, Sirius's fist burst into a blush.

Regulus seemed to have received some signal, and his originally empty eyes briefly erupted with a dark red light.

That was the Yin Corpse's thirst for blood food......

"Oh no, Sirius......"

"What are you doing, open it for me, that's my brother......" Sirius yelled madly at Van Lin.

"That's not your brother!" Van Lin roared, "you see, now, he is just an undead in the cloak of your brother, and he no longer even exists in his soul, only instinctive desires, this is Regulus in your eyes!"

"I ......" Sirius's eyes exuded an almost crazy meaning, and in the next second, Van Lin's spell was shattered by Sirius.

Sirius embraced his brother as he wished, but that wasn't what they wanted.

"Regulus...... I'm here to take you home......" Sirius howled, his heart-rending voice echoing through the cavern.

The same is true of Kreacher, who immediately hugged Regulus's thigh, crying out for free.

Hermione finally couldn't help it, and the whole person leaned on Fanlin's arms and kept sobbing.

"Regulus...... Regulus ...... I...... I'm here to take you home......"

Time passed, the afterglow of the setting sun emitted a hazy light that reflected the heavens and the earth into a golden light, and a solemn scene in a remote cemetery near Grimmauld Place Square dispelled this last light.

This is the burial ground of the Black family, and at the center is a tall, imposing dark black marble monument carved with the Black family's coat of arms, next to which is the striking gilded slogan: The noble and oldest Black family is immortal.

Around the monument, there are densely packed tombstones of different ages, they have different shapes, but they are arranged very neatly, generation after generation, and each different tombstone always has this agreed name.

On the right side of the cemetery, there is a neat row of yew trees, and through the top of the grove, the black outline of the chapel is now visible, and on the left side of the cemetery, you can see the exquisite old house at 12 Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of the Black family.

Like 12 Grimmauld Place, everything was brightened by the loneliness of the Black family, the cemetery was overgrown with weeds, and the shabby Muggle newspaper swirled in the cool breeze through the Black family cemetery.

A few crows reluctantly hovered in mid-air, and then landed on the trees next to them, coldly watching the uninvited guests who disturbed their innocence.

Most of the tall and exquisite tombstones have been torn apart by the merciless destruction of the years, and they stand there quietly, silently telling the loneliness of the Black family.

In the innermost corner of the cemetery, Dumbledore, Sirius, Moody, Lupin, Tonks, Van Lin, Hermione, and Kreacher stood solemnly in front of a very narrow and ordinary tombstone that did not quite match the surrounding style, and they gathered here to make a final send-off for Regulus.

When they returned to Grimmauld Place Twelve, Moody and Tonks were already waiting, no stranger to Sirius's arms, and Hermione sobbed and explained to Tonks.

Lupin was the last to rush over, and even turned away the job he was doing, and he was naturally very familiar with Regulus Lupin, and as Sirius's best friend, he was naturally aware of Sirius's excellent younger brother.

For what Regulus did, everyone naturally admired, but more importantly, they felt regret.

It's a pity that a hero has been misunderstood for more than ten years, and until he dies, even his body has been transformed into a yin corpse......

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