"Sirius will soon be free again—"

Amosta said with a smile,

"You stay in this house all day, I'm afraid you don't know what's going on outside, the Ministry of Magic has published the truth in the Daily Prophet, and in a few days, the Wizengamot will officially start the trial of Peter Pettigrew, the real murderer of the Potters, I should be in attendance, and after that, Sirius will probably be back."

"Kreacher is happy for Master Sirius--"

Hearing this, Kreacher said with bloodshot eyes, and he raised his head boldly and asked,

"Wait until Master Sirius returns home. Young Master Regulus's funeral."

Well, born to a mother, who is also a descendant of the Black family, the treatment enjoyed by the big difference is emotional.

Amosta pursed his lips, not answering Kreacher's question, he put his hand in his arms, rubbed it for a while, and after a moment, pulled out the beautiful locket that belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself, and showed it to Kreacher.

This time, Kreacher's reaction was much more 'normal'.

Its red and swollen eyes the size of a light bulb were instantly filled with tears, and its body trembled violently, staring at the locket box in Amosta's hand with an incredible expression,

"You, you. Oh, Kreacher couldn't believe it! ”

Kreacher held out his finger tremblingly, trying to touch the open locket, but it never had the courage,

"Kreacher tried so many times. But the powerful black magic on the box stopped Kreacher, but you did, Brian. Master, you have fulfilled the last wish of Master Regulus, you are the greatest wizard Kreacher has ever seen! ”

Amosta's cheeks twitched a few times, this old house-elf was quite good at using the rudder when he saw the wind, but then again, it seemed that he really respected Regulus Black.

"yes, the magic on this locket has been destroyed."

Amosta said, and Kreacher was already lying on the ground crying excitedly, and the words kept on his lips.

Regulus's last wish is also Kreacher's obsession, for so many years, it has been carrying this task that it simply cannot accomplish and living alone, and now, Amosta has freed it from its pain, you can imagine how grateful it is!

"Alright, Kreacher--"

Amosta stopped Kreacher rolling on the ground with a soft voice,

"From now on, you can live a little easier, don't you, can you help me make a lunch, I'm a little hungry—"

"No problem, Master Brian!"

Klicker jumped up and down with a carp, wiped its snot bubble with its hand, and was about to go downstairs in a hurry. Serving wizards is a command engraved in the souls of domestic elves, and they take pride in it.

"Now that you can clean up the house, Kreacher," Amosta shouted to Kreacher who ran to the corner of the stairs, "clean up before cooking!" ”

After a delicious and well-prepared lunch, Amosta went back to his room to rest for a while, to relieve some of the fatigue caused by the forcible manipulation of the Titan's bones in the morning, and it was only when the sun was setting in the west and the sun was changing its golden color to a red glow that he opened his sleepy eyes and lazily got up from his bed.

Glancing at the wall clock on the wall, Amosta smashed his mouth in dissatisfaction after confirming the time, perhaps because life was gradually becoming more comfortable, and he felt that he had become lazy for a while.

Regulus's body was placed on the fifth floor of the apartment where he lived when he was alive, and Amosta's room was on the fourth floor.

Magical creatures all possess a level of intelligence that ordinary animals do not have, and the heart-rending cry of the evil woman bird that fell to the ground, and the sharp noise of rubbing against the blackboard with its fingernails gave Amosa a headache.

The Irish leprechaun with its comical chestnut mustache was cursing Amosta in the most vicious language it had ever known, and if it weren't for the fact that its body was being restrained by a viper the size of a thumb, it would have jumped up and pounded Amosta's knees so hard, but even in this state, it did not forget to make indecent gestures with its short and thick hands.

Amosta waved his wand as usual, the two little ones fainted at the same time.

The ensuing magical experiments require their souls to remain in a stable state, and too intense emotions are not conducive to the experiment.

There had been many experiments with this spell, and Amosta had already mastered it, and after controlling the two little ones to fly onto the test bench, he closed his eyes to stabilize his mind, and when he opened them again, his purple eyes were only cold and thirsty for magic refinement.

The world outside is full of spring, and the drunken warm breeze is intoxicating, but in the old house of the Black family, it seems to be experiencing a bitter winter.

Wisps of white ice crystals crept through the cracks in the lab's confined doors, spreading like creepers moistened by rainwater in the third-floor corridors, covering the walls in the blink of an eye.

In the invisible world, an inky black evil magic roared, and Kreacher, who was crouching outside the door and waiting for orders, trembled with fright and wanted to flee the house at once, but the nature of the house-elf forced it to stay and not leave.

There was a fog in the lab.

The grainy black mist that filled the air was like the waves of the moon that were going through the ebb and flow of the tide, and the only object that emitted a white halo in the raging black waves was the soul that Amosta had taken from the body of the evil woman.

The glow of the moonlit soul has a gelatinous texture, and because it is out of its body, the soul strength emitted by the evil woman bird is many times more dazzling than the ghosts that have existed in Hogwarts for hundreds or thousands of years.

Looking at the soul, Amosta felt an irrepressible wave of joy in his heart, and experience had told him that success was already beckoning him.

The wand in his hand slashed through the air, and under the traction of a mysterious aura, the black 'gravel' floating in the room converged on the tip of the wand like a hundred rivers and a sea, forming a pattern like a talisman and a pattern, and when this pattern appeared, the powerful and evil magic power caused the air to tremble violently, and the soul of the evil woman bird close at hand also rippled like a lake wrinkled by the breeze.

Amosta's eyes narrowed, and he pressed his wand against the pattern of the evil will and the vast amount of magic that was converging, slowly and effortlessly pushing it closer to the soul of the evil woman.

The moment the two touched, a terrible cry suddenly sounded in the void, and the outline of the evil woman's soul in front of him immediately shook violently, and the fear and despair that permeated it even made Kreacher feel it outside the door.

The pitch-black pattern body spread out dozens of thin whiskers like plant rhizomes, fiercely piercing into the soul body, and the original holy soul gradually darkened in color after being eroded by it, and the dark halo emitted was a little evil!

The mysteries of the soul are rare to see, and Amosta throws away all distractions, engrosses in analyzing the mysteries of the soul suspended in mid-air, and combines his existing knowledge to quickly build the knowledge framework of the soul system.

The Evil Woman's soul mutation lasted for ten minutes, and the moment the pattern completely melted its carrier, an invisible wave of turbulent wind came towards him, forcing Amosta to take a step back.

And everything was abnormal, and a black spell in the shape of a flame appeared in front of his eyes!

(End of chapter)