The seaside in the UK is not always so calm, with strong winds, torrential rain, big waves and towering rock walls every time you visit.

Calvin looked at the gray sky and an impending storm in the distance, put his hat back on to keep the rain from obscuring his vision, and began to miss the calm, mild and sunny beaches of the Mediterranean coast in the south of France.

Behind Calvin, one tall and one short, also braved the storm to the beach.

Calvin looked at Kreacher, then at Sirius, and asked suspiciously, "So, you two reconciled?"

Sirius snorted disdainfully, "I only brought him here for Regulus's sake."

Kreacher was still babbling, "No one knows that cave better than Kreacher, and if there is no Kreacher to guide the way, the young master of the ruined family may not be able to find Young Master Regulus in ten thousand years, and even if he does, he can't bring Young Master Regulus back."

"Oh~" Calvin listened to Kreacher's words and raised his eyebrows, he didn't want to deny the danger of that cave, unless Voldemort came back to life to guard the cave himself, no matter what was in the cave, Calvin was not afraid.

Calvin was mainly amazed by Kreacher's realization, and the last time he was in the cave, Regulus drank the poison before taking out the original locket and allowing Kreacher to take it back to the old mansion. This time looking for the corpse of Regulus, the elderly house-elf decided to sacrifice his life?

Calvin walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down, and when the water receded, a black crown was revealed, forming a cliff that had been knocked vertically, and below that was a stubborn reef, showing itself firmly in the big waves, stirring up white foam and rumbling roar.

In addition to rocks and seawater, Calvin struggled to find what Kreacher called a raised stone platform.

Sirius looked around at his surroundings with sunglasses on, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Everywhere is bare and devastated, and there is not even a tree except for the endless sea and countless stones. I can't even determine where the direction is."

"Voldemort puts East XZ, this isn't for vacation." Cal crouched on the edge of the cliff and looked into the distance, except for the tumbling sea and the desolate mountains, there was only a looming village in the distance.

"Let's go," Calvin grabbed them with his left hand and his right hand, and led them to the rocky birthday party with his apparition.

Even on this platform, Carl felt the biting sea water pour into his shoes. Calvin took off his shoes and stomped into the cave.

Sirius was completely shocked by this, and he could see clearly that Calvin was not wearing shoes, but his feet were not stepping on the jagged gravel ground, but were floating a few inches on the ground.

Walking along the platform, he soon entered a pitch-black passage, Calvin gathered a small amount of magic power in his palm, and soon a ball of light glowing with cold light appeared in his palm, and under Calvin's control, it rose into the air and illuminated the entire cave.

Illuminated by the orb of light, Calvin saw the cave walls in full view, and he reached out to stop Sirius and Kreacher. ….

"Wait a minute, there's some curse here."

"Cursed?" Sirius asked, confused, as he found Calvin behind him, and began to imitate him as he surveyed the stone walls on either side.

Calvin put on a dragonskin glove and gently stroked the stone wall, "Yes, curse, it's secretive, but it's also effective. I see, against the mind of the person who comes, after entering it, well, the emotions will become paranoid and extreme. Kreacher, you've been here twice, haven't you?"

Kreacher had a look of fear on his face, "That's right, Kreacher is scared...

In the cave, he remembered a lot of terrible things, was punished by the mistress, abandoned by Master Regulus, and kicked out by the Black family.

Kreacher even... I even had the idea of disobeying Master Regulus..."

Perhaps ashamed that he had the idea of betrayal, Kreacher punished himself on one occasion.

It seems that Voldemort was very good at using curses, and no longer pursued the power of curses, but matched them

He means to work together as insurance.

Calvin rummaged through his sleeve for a while, and finally took out a specimen book, opened two pages from it, and took out two tiny ice-blue feathers, and handed them to Sirius and Kreacher.

"Stuff the feather in your ears and don't let it fall out."

Although he didn't know what Calvin meant, Sirius did it anyway, and as soon as the feather entered his ear, he felt a chill coming from one side of his brain, quickly taking control of the entire brain, and the negative emotions that had been accumulating all his time were swept away.

"What is this?" Sirius asked, satisfied, "It's so comfortable."

"The feathers of the cold bird are often used in the Far East to control the magic power after practicing magic***." Calvin replied simply.

After walking for a while, Calvin was blocked by a high wall.

"Kreacher, did you have a wall the first two times you came?" Calvin asked softly.

"Yes," Kreacher replied timidly, "the Dark Lord opened the wall directly. Young Master Regulus, young master, he..."

"Regulus, what's wrong with him?" With the help of the cold bird feathers, Sirius's tone was still eager, but not so grumpy.

"Master Regulus, he bleed his own blood and smeared the entire wall to get through..."

"What?" Sirius couldn't believe that his stupid brother could do so much for a house-elf, "Why not use your blood?!"

"Alright, Sirius!" Calvin stopped Sirius' questioning just in time.

Sure enough, Kreacher began to cry, wiping tears from his eyes and saying, "Master Regulus said that Kreacher had more important things to do, and he made a fake locket, and after drinking all the potions, he replaced the real one for me to take away."

Calvin and Sirius fell silent. After a while, Sirius said hoarsely, "Regulus, he's really, so stupid, why don't you take a moment to think of something else?"

Calvin stroked the wall that had once been smeared with the blood of a young man, and whispered, "Regulus, he lived up to the name, Lionheart. In a sense, he's a better fit for Gryffindor House than you are, Siri."

Calvin's palms emitted circles of pale yellow ripples, which were the color of Calvin's magic. Calvin's magic quickly covered the entire wall, and then the yellowish sank into the wall. With a roar, the walls gave way to the depths of the cave.

"Come, let's witness the place of redemption of Regulus."

Sher Spirit Tortoise