Expected - when Harry and Hermione spotted Professor Dumbledore and Professor Blaine in the crowd, they realized they couldn't hide it, since Harry received this valuable cloak of invisibility on Christmas in his first year, he was the only wizard who could see through the cloak.

"Potter, and Granger?"

Professor McGonagall looked at the two little wizards who were slowly approaching here, and asked in surprise,

"How did you find out?"

"It's obvious, Minerva—"

A sarcastic sneer tugged at the corners of Professor Snape's mouth.

The two young wizards of her own house followed the Professor's whereabouts in a grand manner, and exposed to the Headmaster, Professor McGonagall's face was a little unbearable, and she was about to scold her harshly, but at this moment, Sirius turned her head and beckoned to Harry and Hermione kindly,

"Come here, Harry. Also, your name is Hermione, right, Remus and Amosta and I have talked about you-"

Hermione's face flushed and embarrassed, but she followed Harry closer to Sirius.

Harry came to Sirius's side, and he looked at him, Sirius's eyes were filled with sadness, but his complexion was still much better than the night in the Forbidden Forest a month ago, and he was like the criminal in prison uniform on the wanted warrant with a vicious expression on his face, and the young and handsome wizard standing next to his parents in the photo album that Hagrid had given him.

Sirius naturally put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and Harry didn't feel any disobedience, as if the two of them had known each other for many years.

But this was not the case, and the two of them had only met once before that, and it was when the misunderstanding had not been resolved.

The breeze sang softly, and the golden light and shadow of the crimson sunlight shining through the leaves on the ground kept changing shapes, and Dumbledore sniffed, the voice was low that Harry had never heard before,

"That's all there is to it, Sirius--"

Dumbledore said apologetically,

"I understand your desire to have a great funeral for your brother, but as I explained to you, it is not appropriate to tell everyone what Regulus stands for, and to die against Voldemort, which involves some secrets of great importance and not suitable for the general public."

"Your brother?"

Harry subconsciously asked, but in fact, when he saw the face of the young wizard lying in front of him, he already had a similar guess that he thought that this wizard was Sirius's son or nephew or something, after all, their appearance was six or seven points imaginary, and besides, he was very young.

But to die fighting Voldemort? Harry was horrified.

In the eyes of the public, Voldemort died twelve years ago, and even if he didn't, it would have been out of fashion, but Harry knew that this was not the case, and when he was in his first year, Voldemort bewitched a professor at the school to restore his mana, trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Hogwarts.

"I can't make any comments, Dumbledore--"

Sirius said,

"And, I think Regulus will be very happy as well."

Kreacher's wail suddenly became sharper, and Harry and Hermione realized that there was one hidden under the table. Not!

"Dobby, how could you. Oh, you're not! ”

Harry blurted out Dobby's name, but he immediately realized that the house-elf in front of him was not Dobby. Although he couldn't tell the subtle differences between their facial features, he could at least tell that the little elf was probably much older.

"It's Kreacher, the loyal servant of the Black family—"

Sirius explained to Harry.

In any case, Sirius was the only surviving descendant of the Black family, and his approval meant something different to Kreacher, who cried and pounded the ground and grunted incessantly after hearing Sirius's evaluation.

Hermione, however, couldn't bear to see Kreacher crying down her face, and when she heard the word 'servant', her lips pursed, as if she had something to say.

"I don't think you've figured it out, Harry—"

Sirius put his arm around Harry's shoulders and smiled sadly,

"Regulus Black is my own brother - he used to do some things wrong, and after he came to his senses, he decided to do something to make up for the mistakes he had made, because of these things, he paid with his life. This is not a recent thing, he has been dead for many years. ”

Harry nodded, and combined with Dumbledore's previous words, he had a basic understanding of the situation.

"--I didn't know about it before, I thought he had been a steadfast follower of Voldemort, and after I escaped from Azkaban, with the help of Amosta, I figured out the truth about his death, and although it was too late, I still wanted to give Regulus a decent funeral."

It's Professor Bryan again.

Hermione and Harry couldn't help but glance at Professor Bryan with a calm face, and their minds unconsciously recalled the bits and pieces of the time since they met Professor Brian.

This is a particularly magical wizard who seems to be able to relate to anything, and he himself seems to be omnipotent, always able to solve all problems.

The funeral began, and everyone stood in a circle to surround the unknown hero.

The faces of the crowd were solemn, starting with Dumbledore, everyone expressed some admiration for Regulus's courage to correct himself and resist Voldemort at his height, and those who once knew Regulus Black also recalled some of the past, and even Snape, who regarded Sirius as his sworn enemy, said a few words dryly.

Amosta waved his wand, and a dazzling white flame burst out from around Regulus's body and the table, and the flames flew higher and higher, obscuring the remains. White smoke rose into the air, and in a trance, everyone seemed to see a handsome young man standing in the air with an unruly smile on his face and waving to them.

When all this is over, the sunset is gone, and only the tragic red glow in the sky is still stubbornly guarding the junction between the sky and the earth.

Snape strode away immediately after the end, and the occasion was truly embarrassing for him.

"Potter, Granger, because you're following the Professor's behavior,"

As they walked out of the Forbidden Forest and stood on the shores of the sparkling lake, Professor McGonagall's grim voice showed no mercy,

"When you get back to the castle, you'll need to go to Filch and listen to his orders!"

Professor McGonagall had always been selfless, and Harry and Hermione had foreseen this possibility, but Harry decided to feel a little uncomfortable with so many people, especially the Headmaster, and Hermione, in shame, covered her face and jumped into the Black Lagoon a few steps away.

"Personally, I think this is a very appropriate sanction--"

Dumbledore's silvery beard fluttered in the wind, and he noticed that Harry was secretly observing his expression, so he said this witty remark.

Everyone chuckled, and even the corners of Sirius's mouth twitched with a heavy face,

"I don't think it's a big deal--"

Sirius patted Harry in embarrassment, his eyes full of appreciation,

"If I have time, I'll share with you some of the fun things we all did with Jaime's Invisibility Cloak!"

"Please don't make me regret my decision, Sirius--"

Dumbledore said a little helplessly,

"You have to understand that the responsibility of the teaching position is not just to teach knowledge, many times, you need to lead by example to guide the children in the right way."

"Professor?!"

Harry's mind froze for several seconds before he understood what Professor Dumbledore and Sirius were talking about, and he looked at Sirius with a look of surprise on his face, smiling down.

"As you guessed, Harry—"

Sirius nodded in the affirmative.

"There are some--" Amosta, who had long since learned about this, shook his head and laughed, "there is always a lack of ability to learn from the lessons of those who have come before."

(End of chapter)