Chapter 48: Conversation at the Table

Okay, I guess I got it right. Kate shrank her neck.

Yeah. But I have one thing to remind you, about that locket, when Voldemort's Horcrux sensed me, he admired my boundless magic in his heart, but that was a wrong concept.

His mistake was not in his judgment of my magic.

But he, and even most wizards in the world, were wrong in their judgment of magic. Ryan suddenly remembered that Kate had just read the heart of Voldemort's soul, and emphasized.

The most powerful wizard in the world would not have more than three times the magic power of an ordinary wizard.

Magic power does increase with rich knowledge, strong willpower, and age.

But it is not as much as the wizard himself imagines, and the feeling of ten or twenty times increase is just an illusion.

Magic power is a spiritual power, and its transformation is actually a qualitative transformation.

You think you have a lot more magic power, but in fact it is just a breakthrough in your control of magic power and its quality. Ryan said.

In fact, it is not that the wizards in the magic world are incompetent. If Ryan himself did not have a panel, he could clearly see that the magic value on it was only 49.

I am afraid that he would have the same opinion as the wizards in the magic world because when Ryan sensed the magic in his body with endless recovery power like the Ouroboros, it was no different from Voldemort's perception.

Ah, then how much magic do I have, according to your calculation? Kate asked curiously.

Ravenclaw's unique curiosity made her even temporarily forget the travel that Ryan promised her, and then asked where the travel was going?

If the magic value of an ordinary little wizard is 10, yours is also about 21. Ryan said.

To be honest, Kate's magic value can be compared with Rubeus Hagrid, the descendant of Hagrid, the Lord of Monsters. If they were the same age, Kate's magic might be even more.

On the other side, in the old Black house at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, a surprising scene happened.

An Inferi was actually eating. The fragrant roast chicken, plump pie, juicy steak, and crispy fried chicken legs were all processed by Regulus and entered his stomach.

The scene was very strange, as if the strict and self-disciplined Percy suddenly adopted Ron's way of eating.

His marble-white fingers were covered with oil and sauce.

Kreacher stood aside in spirit, the rags wrapped around him were washed white, and he looked at everything in front of him with ecstatic eyes.

Harry suspected that even if Dobby, whom he hated the most, talked about freedom in front of him at this time, Kreacher would turn a blind eye.

I thought I was crazy at first. At the dining table, Sirius, with bloodshot eyes, looked at his brother lovingly, and handed Regulus a piece of pie from time to time.

What kind of magic is this? Harry couldn't help asking.

Draco's eyes were blank, as if he was frantically recalling the knowledge about the Inferi in his mind.

Ron didn't touch the food in front of him, his butt just touched the bench, as if he was worried that Regulus would suddenly break free and bite him.

Even Lupin looked unaware, you know, they slept in the same room.

Harry, it's not magic.

Maybe it's because Regulus is a wizard?

In short, Kreacher, the crazy elf, was right that Regulus was still alive!

He didn't seem to need to eat, and he could replenish his energy in the dark, but Regulus obviously still had memories, knew to eat, and knew that I and that annoying Kreacher were his close family. Can you believe it, I have opened the portrait of my crazy mother.

But listen? There is no noise.

Seeing Regulus come back, he can still walk, drink, and all the crazy talk is gone. Sirius said.

For the first time, his face was filled with the feeling that he was still alive.

Before this, although he had regained his color due to healthy eating and exercise, his face had always lacked this expression.

Even the arrival of Harry and Lupin only made him temporarily happy, but under that smile, it was obvious that he was still alienated from everything in the world.

Shameless prodigal, vulgar, broke my mistress's heart.

Master Regulus's return was the result of the efforts of Master Potter and his friends. The mistress didn't insult you, and Master Sirius didn't know how to reflect on himself.

Master Regulus forgot a lot and didn't know how to eat. Didn't Master Sirius know how to help him?

Hey, hey, my greatest Master Regulus doesn't understand either. Kreacher said.

But his voice was strange when combined with his words.

Just like Harry's Uncle Vernon, gently told Harry that he was a freak.

Oh, how could I forget. Sirius was not angry, but smiled so hard that his eyes were almost narrowed into a slit.

He pulled out his wand, and the oil stains on Regulus' face, hands, and even collar were gone.

Seeing his brother approaching, Regulus put down his food and stared at Sirius with confused eyes.

Come on, Regulus, brother will feed you. Sirius picked up a chicken leg.

I think Severus will be very disappointed. Lupin said suddenly.

What does this have to do with Professor Snape. Ron, who was not in the mood to eat, gossiped.

Harry couldn't help but prick up his ears.

Sirius had no reaction when he heard the name of the snot he hated the most, and his friend called Snape so intimately.

I came to Sirius's house,

After all, it is difficult for people like me to find a job.

From the newspaper, the report about Sirius and the recent correspondence between me and Dumbledore, because I will be your teacher next school year, the assistant of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In the matter of Sirius's release from prison, Severus played his influence as the head of Slytherin and the master of potions, and Dumbledore didn't even have time to help.

By the way, Lupin said.

What? Snotlout? This time, even Sirius, who was immersed in the intimacy with his brother, couldn't help but return to reality.

At the Black family, Harry, who had passively learned a lot about the past these days, was also full of doubts.

How could it be! Professor Snape is very good, but he is not as good as Harry.

Just that old bat? Ron.

Is this really our headmaster? There is no doubt, Draco.

After analyzing the truth bit by bit and then learning everything from Dumbledore's letter, I had the same expression as you. Lupin made a face.

Kreacher, serve Regulus dinner. Sirius said.

All he wanted now was to know what Snotlout, no, that guy Snape, was thinking.