Harry had forgotten all his hesitations by now.

Once they found their way, they rushed into the dazzling sunlight.

It's another world.

The wheels fly in the fluffy sea of clouds,

Under the dazzling white sun, the sky is bright and blue, boundless.

"Now we just have to watch out for the planes." Ron said.

They looked at each other and started laughing, and they couldn't stop for a long time.

It was as if they had entered a mythical dream.

Harry thought that was undoubtedly the best way to travel: sitting in a sun-drenched car, navigating swirling, Tallinn-like white clouds, with a large bag of toffee under the dashboard, and one could imagine Sirius' surprised look on his face as they magically descended from the sky and came to a smooth stop on Grimmauld Square.

Didn't Sirius always think he was too honest to look like his father?

After seeing this, Harry bet Sirius would never think that way again.

They kept flying westward, checking the direction of the road at intervals, and each time they descended, they could see a different picture.

The village of St. Cachpol was soon left far behind, replaced by a beautiful twisting coastline and a verdant valley.

Then there are the old monasteries built on isolated islands, the amphitheaters carved into the cliffs, and the quaint fishing villages.

"This is Cornwall, and we could have crossed the English Channel directly south to London."

"But I can't find my way to fly south."

Above the sea of clouds, Ron's voice suddenly sounded in Harry's ears.

He couldn't see Ron's expression, but he could hear a little crampedness in it.

"What do you want to say?"

"I think—" Ron's voice paused, "I want to say that we might have to get to London late." ”

"Nothing," Harry's hand brushed through the clouds, "what's this, how interesting is this." I'm worried about getting there sooner. ”

However, after a few hours, Harry had to admit that some of the fun was fading.

Although Ron had the foresight to bring with him a lot of reserves for long-distance travel - chilled pumpkin juice to quench his thirst, chocolate frogs to fight hunger, and thunderbolts to pass the time.

But the explosion of playing cards the car simply could not stand it. As soon as an explosion is heard, the car will swing once.

The chocolate frog and the toffee under the dashboard make their mouths dry.

Although there is chilled pumpkin juice, in the clouds closer to the sun, it has long since gone sour. This caused Harry to regret that he had not learned the Cryo Charm.

Surely not if Bagill or Hermione were here.

He and Ron both took off their blouses, but Harry's shirt was wet against the back of the chair, and his glasses kept slipping up the tip of his nose.

He had no intention of admiring the fantastical shapes of the clouds, and instead of the Burrow, where Mrs. Weasley was proficient in all kinds of household magic, dozens of miles away.

Even if she is not there, when the weather is hot, there will be orchids in the house that constantly release cold air in all corners of the house.

And now, even when the windows are opened, it is the hot wind that comes in instead of the whirring cold air.

"Finally... Finally in London. Another hour passed, and Ron said in a hoarse voice.

The sun began to sink beneath the clouds, staining the sea of clouds pink.

The whole city of London was beneath them, smoky and faintly shining.

Below the clouds, it was much darker.

Ron tried to step on the gas pedal and go up again, but the engine started to whine.

Harry and Ron looked at each other uneasily.

"Maybe it's just tired," Ron said, "and it's never come this far......"

Listening to the growing whining, Harry suggested, "Let's go down." Here's the road. You should know the location of Grimmauld Place. ”

Sirius said in the letter that it was a 20-minute walk from King's Cross Station.

"It's less than 2 minutes by car."

"Okay." Ron gripped the steering wheel and the car began to get down, "But I'm not familiar with London traffic. ”

"I only know the general direction."

As it descended, the whining of the car began to subside.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief, "You don't have to be familiar, we don't have to really run on the road. Just go down. Listen, the cars are much easier. ”

Underneath them were vehicles rumbling down the main road.

Ron looked at the traffic in surprise, "It's the first time I've seen so many cars. ”

Harry wondered, "How did you get to the station before?" ”

Ron scratched the back of his head, "Floo Net." You probably haven't used it yet. We all went to the furnace door in Diagon Alley. ”

"The door to the Leaky Cauldron is too crowded."

"Look! That's King's Cross Station, right? ”

Harry followed the sound of Ron's invisible arm waving, the familiar platform, the plastic sign that he instantly recognized.

Harry nodded, "Yes, yes. ”

Ron let go of the throttle and put his hand on the silver stealth booster as the car slowly descended, "That's right." Just go 300 yards in the opposite direction and 700 yards to the right. ”

Harry glanced to the left in surprise, "Why are you so familiar." ”

Ron shrugged, "Going far is like playing wizard chess, and you have to think about the changes in the next ten moves before you make the next move." Didn't you notice? Sirius has a map for you. Maybe he's been looking forward to the day when the doorbell suddenly rings. ”

"You showed up at his door with a smile on your face."

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Harry opened his mouth to say something, but with a clang, the car landed firmly on the road.

Ron's hand pressed down, and the next second, with a poof, the car, Harry, and Ron reappeared.

Before Harry could reacquaint himself with the appearance of his hands and feet, Grimmauld Place soon arrived.

The two hurriedly got out of the car.

Harry's eyes flickered as he looked around, "It's okay, no police officers saw it." Otherwise..."

He put away his wand.

Noticing this, Ron shrunk his neck, "You're not going to cast spells on Muggles, are you?" Over here? ”

Harry nodded, "If necessary." ”

Ron: If Harry wasn't like his dad enough, how outrageous would Harry's dad be!

He didn't think much of it, and his hand gently patted the hood of the old Ford Anglia.

"You can rest here."

The car's engine screeches and the lights flash in response.

"That's 12 Grimmauld Place." Harry lifted his glasses.

It was completely different from the surrounding dwellings, with tattered doors and dirty walls.

But people who passed by in a hurry didn't even look at it.

Their eyes only fell on the two houses next to them, as if they couldn't see the middle one at all.

People resting also leaned on the railings of the two buildings next to them.

The railing facing the middle was covered with dust, as if no one had touched it for centuries.

"This is it." Ron walked straight to the door of the neglected dwelling.

The stone steps in front of the door were also in tatters.

There was no sign on the door, and the black paint on it was peeling off, covered with scratches on the left and right.

The silver knocker is in the shape of a large coiled serpent.

There is no keyhole in the door, and there is no mailbox.

"That's how it should be." Ron pulled out his wand and knocked on the knocker.

Crackling!

There was a distinct apparition sound from behind the door.

A deep voice like a bullfrog rang out, "Who is it?" Red hair, freckles... The little cub of an old traitor of filthy blood, and... Hiss! Harry Potter! The savior of the hybrid hybrid demon king who is not as good as ants urinating! ”

Ron muttered, "'Little Cub' must be talking about me." But how do I sound so comfortable! 'A hybrid hybrid demon king who can't even pee on ants', haha, this must be Voldemort! ”

In the next second, the loud sound of many metal crashes, as well as a rattling sound like a chain, began to sound behind the door.

The door creaked open.

A head couldn't wait to stick out.

It was a large bare head with two large bat-like ears with a large pile of white hair.

The eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and the fleshy nose was large, almost like a pig's nose.

But... The most striking thing was his wrinkled, loose skin – several times more than his body actually needed.

At the same time as a clean white cloth around his waist, there was a luxurious golden locket that did not match his simple dress at all.

His gaze narrowly rounded Ron, "You're Harry Potter!" ”

"The godson of a ruined family, the benefactor who avenged Young Master Regulus!"

"I'm going to call the loser now!"

Crackling, the figure of the house-elf disappeared in place.

Walking into the foyer, Ron closed the door.

Glancing at Harry helplessly, "Am I being ignored like this?" How could he be so reassuring of us. ”

Harry hid the corners of his mouth that were about to reach the base of his ears, "Sirius told him about us. But the loser... Was he talking about Sirius? ”

A row of old-fashioned gas lamps lit up on the wall, casting a flickering unreal glow on the long, eerie foyer with its silver wallpaper and bright green carpet.

A spider-web-like chandelier flickered overhead, and portraits blackened with age hung crookedly on the walls.

The chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table next to it are made in the shape of a large serpent.

Typical Slytherin style.

With the sound of hurried footsteps, Sirius stepped out of a door at the other end of the foyer.

He walked towards them in three steps and two steps, a warm smile on his face.

His face was not as thin as before, the contours of his face had become rounded, and his pale skin glowed red.

The house-elf followed him, holding a large disc with a green cushion on it.

There seems to be something up there.

"Harry!" Sirius put his arm around Harry, his eyes glancing back, "And you, Ron." ”

Ron snorted, dodging Sirius' embrace, "No, I know I'm just a head." ”

Drink! Ron gasped for breath, as if he had seen something that surprised him.

He pointed to the cushion, "What's that?" ”

Sirius ruffled his hair, his face three parts sad and seven parts joy, "This is my brother, Regulus. ”

Harry rubbed his eyes, "Did he drink the shrinking potion?" No, even if it's..."

Because, on the cushion, there is a three-headed figure with a body proportions similar to that of a cartoon character, lying on it and falling asleep.

Sirius sighed, "That's a long story..."

Next, he tells the story of Regulus when he discovers that Kreacher has stolen back to Black's house and is discovered, and the story of Regulus comes to light, and Baguill appears with Dumbledore and Nick Lemay, breaks into Voldemort's cave, and retrieves Regulus, who has turned into a corpse.

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"After that, I asked Narcissa to switch Klee back."

Harry was a little disappointed, "Ah, then we just missed Bagil. Unlucky. ”

"And what's going on with Regulus?" Ron lowered his voice.

Sirius leaned against the wall, lost in memory, "To be honest, I really don't know how to thank him. ”

"Just Bajir. He managed to bring Regulus back to life. ”

time, 10 hours ago.

In Regulus's room, he rested helplessly on Regulus' cold arm.

He didn't even dare to exorcise the petrification spell that had been cast on his brother now.

Otherwise... Regulus, who has been transformed into a corpse, will bite off his neck with hatred for the living.

Then, Bagir appeared, holding the book "How to Build the Perfect Yin Corpse Companion".

"Thank you," Sirius quickly got up and wiped away his tears, "give me the book." ”

Bagill looked inscrutable, "Do you really want to use it?" ”

"You should know I'm not easy."

Sirius was surprised, "Do you have a better way?" By the way, you have the power of King Arthur and Merlin! ”

Bagill waved his hand, "Don't call me you. ”

"I also have my own purpose. Have you ever heard of Norse mythology? ”

Sirius nodded, "Runi is a person who learns ancient magic texts and can't get around them by studying magic. ”

"The same goes for Norse mythology."

Bagir put down the book, "Giants are the earliest beings in Norse mythology. ”

"But the gods came from behind and defeated the giants. Killed Ymir, the Ancestor of the Giants. ”

"The gods used Ymir's body to lay out the earth and the sky."

"Ymir's head became the sky, the marrow became a cloud, the body became the earth, the blood became the ocean, the bones became mountains, and the hair became trees."

"When Yumir's body decays and grows maggots, these maggots become light elves and dark elves."

"What do you mean by that?" Sirius asked tentatively.

Bagir circled the bed with his hands behind his back, "A large part of Merlin's magic comes from Norse mythology. ”

"There's one in particular that's interesting."

"Just as elves can be born from maggots that decompose Yumir's corpse."

"The magical substances in the corpses of magical creatures can also give birth to elves."

"Decide," Bagir paused, "whether to make Regulus a living corpse forever, or to make this corpse truly alive and a real being." There is a heartbeat, a temperature, a real life that can cry, laugh, breathe, eat and excrete. ”

.......

"And then Bagir turned Regulus into an elf?" Ron stared at a bull's-eyed and his mouth opened into a 0.

Sirius nodded, "Yes." But that seemed to be causing him a lot of trouble. ”

"He didn't wait for Dumbledore and them, he just disappeared on his own."

"Let me tell them that I'll go back to France tomorrow."

Harry shook his head, "He probably just doesn't want to be questioned by Dumbledore and Nick Lemay." ”

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