"Let's get started, then!" Owen's voice was a little eager.

He looked in the mirror, a somewhat yellowed Principal Dexter.

There was no trace of panic in his eyes, on the contrary, he looked very urgent.

Can't wait.

Roar, roar, roar!

I'm going to the outer gods.

Wow! It's interesting to listen to!

"What to start? This kind of thing needs to be considered in the long run. Sirius was the first to refuse.

That's dealing with a god, why does it come out of Owen's mouth as simple as going to catch an eight-eyed giant spider in the Forbidden Forest.

Besides, he glanced at Dumbledore to the side.

He saw that the old principal's face was also full of caution, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

Oh, yes!

Dumbledore would never allow a young wizard to do such a dangerous thing.

The old headmaster Dexter seemed to see the concerns of the two professors, and he said calmly, "He doesn't need to enter the Veil now, in fact, all the heirs of ancient magic in the past have only begun to enter the Veil to resist the outer gods after they have reached adulthood. ”

"But I would say you have to be prepared, because the world behind the curtain will be full of loneliness, and you will not only face the challenges of physical magic from the outer gods, but more importantly, spiritually."

"I'm ready!" Owen said without hesitation.

It was as if he was desperate to find death.

Beside him, both Hermione and Harry looked at him in shock.

The little witch tugged at his sleeve gently.

"No, that's the end of this adventure!" Dumbledore on the side stepped forward slowly, he blocked Owen behind him, and said in the most insipid but unwavering tone: "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, and my students will never embark on that ridiculous fate alone before I fall." ”

Hearing this, Principal Dexter looked at him and didn't say much.

Two wizards who also served as Headmasters of Hogwarts.

The affection for the student in my heart is shared.

He only sighed slightly, for he knew that fate was predestined, and that any wizard who mastered ancient magic would inevitably embark on that path.

Because all ancient magic eventually passed down from the Divine Tower, it is like the source of a river, and those who try to pursue it will inevitably return here to face the terrible power that was born from behind the Veil.

No one can resist such magic.

Especially the heirs.

Having seen the power of ancient magic, it would be more difficult to leave it behind than to kill them.

So, eventually, they're all going to come back here.

It's just a matter of time.

"This Dexter Headmaster." It was as if it was on the tower of the Divine Domain, and suddenly fell into some kind of temporary silence.

A moment later, Sirius broke the silence.

He took a deep breath.

Eyes pulled away from Owen and Dumbledore.

Kreacher kept tugging at the hem of his trousers, reminding him of the purpose of coming here.

"Have you seen my brother? He must have been here more than a decade ago. ”

"Yes, I have seen it." Principal Dexter said slowly.

Then point lightly.

The ground of the sapphire suddenly cracked as if it were squeezing out stars.

"Young Master! It's Master Regulus! ”

Kreacher suddenly shouted loudly.

Because in the crack, a young figure slowly floated out, he looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a black wizard's robe, and on his chest, there was a particularly obvious Black family crest.

Under the influence of magic, he still maintained the same appearance as he had in the moment before his death, almost unchanged, and compared to Sirius, he looked darker, but also more healthy and energetic.

"Regulus !!" Sirius shouted with all his might.

The heart-rending sound shifted Owen's attention to him.

He rushed over, threw himself to the ground, and then trembled, and took Regulus in his arms, all eyes falling on his face, calling his name incessantly.

This is because his younger brother, Regulus, is still the same as he was when he was alive, with a ruddy complexion and even body temperature.

It doesn't look like a corpse at all.

It's more like falling asleep!

This gave him an illusion.

It was as if he could wake up Regulus.

"This," Harry looked at the young man lying in Sirius's arms in surprise.

He looked exactly like Sirius in his old photo of the Order of the Phoenix.

He was even more surprised by Regulus's current physical condition.

It's almost the same as a living person, except that the chest no longer rises.

"It's the power of ancient magic."

Owen said slowly.

In his sight, Regulus's entire body was enveloped in silvery-white magic, and a vast amount of ancient magic gushed out from the sapphire-like floor.

Convergence at his neck.

"Regulus !!" Sirius's mournful cries repeated, tears streaming uncontrollably from his red eyes.

Owen stepped forward slowly.

Looking at the grief-stricken Sirius, he didn't say anything to comfort him.

He needs to vent, and it's not always good to be comforted.

"It's—"

Easily, Owen spotted the pendant box that Regulus was wearing on his chest.

That's nothing like a Slytherin locket.

It took on the shape of a six-pointed star, sky blue, and a trace of ancient magic spread out of that box, like a bucket full of water.

Of course, what surprised Owen the most was the engraving on the pendant box.

It looks like a triangular eye, with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil.

A triangle has a vertical line drawn and a circle.

He couldn't have clearer of the sign.

He wore one of those necklaces around his neck.

This is - the Deathly Hallows.

And most people will only associate it with one person.

That's – Grindelwald.

"Gellert's sign." Dumbledore said lightly, although his tone was calm, Owen could still see the surprise flashing in the old headmaster's eyes.

For a moment, Regulus's identity became confusing.

With Grindelwald's Hallows emblem, he would never be a pure Death Eater.

Could it be that he, like Snape, was a double agent?

It is indeed possible.

It is known that his mother, Gabriel, had come to England more than a decade ago and invited Regulus to join the saints.

If at that time, Regulus had chosen to join the Saints, it would not have been impossible.

But how did he get here?

That pendant box contains ancient magic?

Is it the technique of the saints?

Alchemy?

Did he use the pendant box to open the key to the Divine Tower?

All of this became confusing with the sign on Regulus's chest.

What really happened back then.

What a deal Regulus made with his mother.

These may all become permanent mysteries over time.

"Go home, let's go home, Regulus!" Sirius muttered. He didn't seem to notice the Deathly Hallows emblem on Regulus' chest.

All of his eyes were on his brother's face.

Kreacher cried out.

Its bullfrog-like voice, the sound of crying echoed throughout the hall.

"Go home! Kreacher is going to take the young master home! ”

He stared at Regulus in Sirius's arms, for fear of losing the other party again, for fear that it was just a dream, and after the dream, it was still left alone in Black's ancestral home, keeping old secrets.

Seeing this touching scene, Harry couldn't help but cry.

Hermione bit her lip and couldn't bear to tilt her head.

Dumbledore gave Sirius time.

He turned to the headmaster Dexter in the mirror to discuss something.

Owen, on the other hand, found a remote place and began to capture the wandering ancient magic around him.

As for Hermione, she was a little restrained, a little sad, and she was resonated by the feelings between the brothers. The mood is very lost.

But instead of bothering Sirius, she turned and walked to the surrounding openwork walls, which were also densely carved with patterns, all of which were in ancient runi script.

There are even some that don't appear in textbooks.

It's a brand new, never-before-discovered runiwen.

She took out parchment and quill from her pocket and wrote down the old words.

It seemed like a long time had passed.

When Owen, who was sitting on the ground, reopened his eyes, he found that Dumbledore was looking at him, his eyes full of worry.

"It's time for us to go." He said.

"That's about the outer gods, about the Veil." Owen asked.

"I suppose you can count on your headmaster, Owen, at least. Things weren't bad enough to require the principal's students to face danger alone. Dumbledore said categorically.

Then he beckoned, signaling everyone present to return to their senses.

Together, they walked to the mirror.

Owen waved at the old Principal Dexter.

"The development of the times has indeed exceeded my expectations, you have a group of excellent professors and relatives." "But I still hope that at some point in the future, you will shoulder the responsibility on your shoulders."

Ancient magic is a gift from the gods and an unshirkable responsibility of the heirs.

Always remember.

With great power comes great responsibility. ”

Dumbledore stretched out his wand and tapped lightly against the quaint mirror.

Then it spread out like the surface of the water.

And the wizards carried different emotions through the mist.

Come back to your senses again.

They have returned to Hogwarts Castle, located in the Scottish Highlands.

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The sunset at the end of the curtain.

The earth was full of gold.

A remote cemetery near Grimmauld Square.

Comfortable and lonely.

The wheezing sound of the dark cavern could no longer be heard, and there was no strange scene of Yin corpses emerging from the water in front of me.

Yes, everyone present knows.

It's all over.

They retrieved the brave Slytherin.

Brought him back to his family.

At this moment, I hope that his soul can rest in peace.

"May Merlin bless him." Dumbledore said.

This is the cemetery of the Black family.

It was located in a wasteland not far from Grimmauld Place Square, at least from the outside, from a Muggle perspective.

At the center of the cemetery is a tall, imposing monument of dark black marble.

The quaint stele is covered in rust and even bird droppings, and the bottom pedestal is carved with the Black family crest.

Above the family crest is the striking gilded slogan: The noble and oldest Black family is immortal.

Around this monument, there are densely packed tombstones of different eras, which have different shapes, but have one thing in common, that is, the materials used are extremely exquisite.

The closer you get to the monument, the more ornate the tombstone becomes.

Owen found the name Phineas Nigelles Black on one of the tombstones of the nearest monument.

The most unpopular Headmaster of Hogwarts, however, holds a high place in the family cemetery.

To the right of the cemetery, there are three tall yew trees and the black outline of a chapel; To the left of the cemetery, you can see the exquisite old house at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Like 12 Grimmauld Place, everything here is so neglected that it can only be vaguely discerned in its past glory.

The cemetery was overgrown with weeds, and from time to time crows landed on the tombstones, vigilantly watching the intruders in front of them.

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 front of a grave that had been dug a hole, Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, and Harry gathered around the coffin in the pit with solemn expressions.

Professor Lupin was met by chance, at Hogwarts Castle, and he seemed to be looking for Headmaster Dumbledore.

After hearing about Regulus, he had planned to invite more people to his funeral.

But looking back on his life, Regulus was undoubtedly friends with pure-blood wizards, and those were all loyal followers of Voldemort.

It is indeed difficult to invite them.

But Owen still had Dobby send letters to the three of them.

One was Malfoy's mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

The other is Bellatrix, who is in the deepest cell of Azkaban, and has been told that he has completely lost his personal freedom, and his entire body is bound by metal chains.

The last one is Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks.

The main thing he invited was Nymphadora Tonks' mother, Sirius's cousin Andomeda Tonks, though he didn't know where the Muggle-married Black member lived. So I had to ask Dobby to go to the Ministry of Magic to find Nymphadora Tonks.

Sunset.

Owen was about to think they weren't coming.

Suddenly, there was a spatial distortion.

An elegant woman dressed in a black robe, with a white rose on her chest and a black gauze hat on her head, appeared on the road next to the cemetery.

Beside him is a house-elf.

Then, as if agreed, a Muggle car suddenly drove by, and after coming to a steady stop on the side of the road, a woman in a brown Muggle trench coat stepped out of the car.

She was accompanied by her husband and her daughter, the girl with pink hair who was quite attractive.

"I thought you weren't coming."

Sirius, dressed in mud, walked up to Andomeda Donald's side, in front of the woman in the brown trench coat.

His body was covered with dirt, because the tomb of Regulus had been dug up by himself with a shovel. No one is allowed to help without the help of magic.

Perhaps it was only at the moment when the shovel was inserted into the dirt that he felt some atonement.

"He's my brother. Sirius! Andoda Donald said sadly, "You too! ”

"It's not about faith, no matter what he does, he's still my brother."

The woman's tone was resolute, with a deep concern for her loved ones.

As the second sister of the three Black sisters, Andomeda always cared about her family, even when her mother had removed him from the family tree.

Except for the murderous sister, Bellatrix Lestrange, she cares about every sibling.

"I heard about you, Sirius."

"The newspapers have been reporting on you for days on end." Andomeda's tone changed suddenly, and her words were aimed at Sirius, "That's not good! ”

"You've become a thorn in the side of those people now," she said. ”

"I don't care!" Sirius said irritably.

"But I care, I'm left with your brother, do you want me to have another funeral?"

"Humph!" Sirius looked dismissive, "Am I willing to lie down here?" Hang out with those rotten old things? ”

"It just makes me sick!"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "If I die, Lupin will know to bury me there." When the time comes, you won't use it. As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily fell on Narcissa's.

She stood gracefully at the mouth of the cemetery, as if she didn't belong to the same world as them.

A thick barrier separated their siblings.

Obviously it is a family, but Blake's children, each of them has a unique personality.

Everyone is different.

Sirius heard a faint taunt in her ears, but Narcissa didn't say anything.

She just walked quietly, passed through the two of them, and then came to the grave, slowly stretched out her wand, and turned the gravel next to the tombstone into a daffodil.

Graceful and warm flowers bloom on the soil.

The pure white petals, hanging low, silently tell the sadness.

That restrained mood infected everyone present.

Even Sirius, who had always been at odds with her, kept her mouth shut.

Regulus's tombstone simply reads: Regulus Actulus Black rests here forever.

The inscription does not even state his exploits.

Because this is still in the dark period, for the safety of the Black family, his exploits cannot be shown at this time, and everything about the Horcruxes is still a secret.

Seeing this, Narcissa frowned slightly.

Then she waved her wand again.

On the tombstone, a new sentence was suddenly filled, "Here is buried an unknown hero, who is the eternal pride of the noble Black family." ”

At that moment, Sirius and Andomeda stepped forward.

They looked haggard and didn't shed tears, just silently stared at their brother's coffin.

Perhaps none of him could have imagined that the first of his siblings to hold a funeral would be the youngest Regulus.

(End of chapter)