In the early morning, the golden sun walks from the other side of the city to Grimmauld Place, west of London, where the weeds flutter in the morning and a few birds chirp on telephone poles while combing their feathers with their beaks.

Residents living in the neighborhood are walking out of their homes one after another, either walking or riding bicycles, and slowly and leisurely rushing to the nearby subway station.

When they meet acquaintances along the way, they will discuss with each other the weather today and the new roads that have been repaired because of the blessings in disguise.

In the old Black family's mansion, Sirius, who had been tired from a night's sleep, staggered down to the kitchen on the ground floor, and when he saw Remus eating alone in the dintry, he showed a slightly surprised expression.

"Come here, Sirius--"

Remus, who was dealing with a plate of roasted bacon at the table, smiled and said to Sirius on the stairs,

"Come and try today's breakfast, it's not the same thing at all, to be honest, I thought Kreacher wasn't really good at cooking, and now it seems that I'm underestimating it-"

Sirius grunted, rubbed his swollen and red eyes, and slowly paced to the table.

"Where's Amosta?"

Sirius picked up an omelette with a silver fork and put it directly in his mouth, chewing on it as he said, "I thought he was down?" ”

"I think he's still in his room," Remus rubbed his forehead with his palm, his face complicated,

"I told Kreacher not to bother him. You know, he's probably tired enough. ”

The dining room fell silent, and the two men at the table looked at each other speechlessly, both guessing what was going on in each other's minds.

"Have you ever seen a guy like him, Remus?"

After a long time, Sirius was the first to speak, his voice muffled.

"I'm no more knowledgeable than you, Sirius--"

Remus shook his head with a wry smile.

After discussing how to place Regulus's body, Sirius stayed awake all night and stayed by his brother's side, while Remus and Amosta returned to the guest room to rest, Remus didn't know if Amosta could sleep, anyway, he was obviously tired, but he couldn't sleep when he lay on the bed, whenever he closed his eyes, what flashed in front of him was the scene when Amosta destroyed the cave.

"Before this, I had never imagined that a wizard would have such power, nor could I imagine that a wizard could cause such great damage"

Remus sighed and said,

"It seems that we have been fighting Voldemort for so many years that we think we know how terrible he is, but the truth is, Voldemort probably has not shown his power as we have at all. Because it's not necessary. ”

"Dumbledore must know."

Sirius's voice was still muffled,

"Voldemort's fear of Dumbledore is something we all know, and in those years, Voldemort has always tried his best to avoid fighting Dumbledore, and he must be more capable than Voldemort."

"yes, there's no doubt about it."

Remus had faith in the old man with wisdom far beyond that of ordinary wizards.

The two people at the table were talking to each other, and their expressions were not particularly pleasant.

On the one hand, although Regulus's body was saved, the shadow cast on them by the truth of his death still did not dissipate, and they were still immersed in deep grief.

On the other hand, the sight of Amosta's destruction of the cave last night gave them an indescribable shock, but it also made them feel a little frightened.

Since the development of the wizarding world in modern times, magic has become more and more close to the daily life of wizards, and spell casting has become simple and fast, and today's wizards can no longer imagine how magnificent and shocking the battle scenes that change the terrain at every turn.

As mentioned earlier, Voldemort avoided going head-to-head with Dumbledore during his ravaging years.

The last time anyone in the wizarding world saw magic destroy the world was half a century ago, when the battle of the century between Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, and the first Dark Lord Gatler Grindelwald.

"You've already made a decision about Regulus, haven't you?"

The conversation went round and round and returned to Regulus, who rubbed his sore brow, wondering if he should go back to his room and try to fall asleep later.

"You want to have a funeral for Regulus, and rightfully so, but given your current situation--"

"I know, Remus—"

Thinking of this, Sirius became irritable,

"I didn't say it was going to be held immediately, of course after I took out that despicable traitor and cleared the charge on my body, I would invite some people, but not relatives of the Black family, they are not worthy, I hope to invite some wizards of the Order of the Phoenix back then, I want these friends who have been on the front line against Voldemort to know that Regulus is not a Death Eater, he is a real hero."

He failed to make a name for himself during his lifetime, but after his death, Sirius hoped that Regulus would be recognized by like-minded wizards.

"One more thing—"

Remus didn't point a finger at Sirius's thoughts, but said in a serious tone,

"Albus told me before he left that he was going to investigate something important, and in case you tried to hurt Harry again, he gave me the means to contact him urgently. I try not to disturb Albus's business, but when he gets back to school, including Peter, including what happened last night, I'll have to report back to Albus! ”

Sirius was slightly silent and finally nodded.

The third floor of the old house, in the guest room.

Amosta wasn't asleep as Remus had expected, but woke up in the early morning when the golden-pink sunlight shone through the carved glass windows on the floor, and he looked pretty good.

Amosta, dressed in a dressing gown, sat at the desk in front of the window, lazily leaning back on the high-backed soft chair behind him, his left hand on the armrest, and his right hand dragging the real Horcrux that was brought back by Kreacher more than ten years ago.

There are a large number of books on the table, including textbooks for Hogwarts NEWT-level courses supervised by the Ministry of Magic, as well as some magic books that exude a quaint atmosphere, with dark yellow book covers and pages covered with moth-eaten marks.

In order to understand the meaning of the symbols on the box, Amosta took the books out of the storage bag he was carrying, but after digging through all the materials, he still couldn't figure it out.

"Go back and ask Professor Babling, she's an expert at this--"

Amosta sighed and put the matter aside for now.

From last night to the present, in fact, Amosta still tried to open it, he used some less drastic means, but they were all resisted by the powerful defensive black magic of the Horcrux itself on the box, if you want to hide the soul inside the box, you must destroy the locket itself.

Again, Amosta was reluctant to do this for the time being, as he was planning to knock Dumbledore again.

"How will the price be set this time?"

Amosta bit her lip and was in trouble.

Of course, he didn't want to lose, but Dumbledore had already been hollowed out to pay for the commission he had last captured the basilisk, so it didn't seem appropriate to price it too high.

Knock, knock, knock!

Just as Amosta was wondering if he should introduce Dumbledore to the 'installment' and 'loan' business, there was a sudden knock on the door of the guest room.

(End of chapter)