Chapter 491 Invisible Guardian
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Regulus Arcturus Black, referred to as .B.—the outstanding heir of the Black family that the Black family is proud of, and the weak-tempered and idiotic younger brother described by Sirius.
As a Slytherin who grew up in a "pure-blood supremacy" family environment, Regulus was once a die-hard Voldemort fanatic, fanatically believing in the pure-blood theory that "wizards are born noble".
He made most of the collected photos and articles related to Voldemort into newspaper clippings and collaged them next to the family crest on the bedside of his bedroom. He dreamed that one day he could become a "glorious and great" Death Eater warrior.
Around the age of 16, Regulus realized his dream, got the Dark Mark branded on his arm, and became a "brave little hero" in the eyes of the Black family.
Facts have proved that although this younger brother who was looked down upon by Sirius joined Slytherin, he still had the fearlessness and kindness of Gryffindor hidden in his heart.
When he finally recognized Voldemort's ugly face, he also returned from his lost path. Accompanied by Kreacher, he returned to the cave, drank the potions himself, and let Kreacher take away the Horcrux pendant at the cost of his own life. box and try to destroy it completely.
Living in darkness, but looking towards the light.
Who said that those who stand in the light are heroes?
...
"I remembered!" Harry slapped his forehead and said loudly, "It's the room next to the stairs. There are words written on it, as if others are not allowed to enter casually."
Qiu recalled for a moment and nodded: "Yes, I asked Sirius specifically. His brother seemed to have joined the Death Eaters when he was still underage. Later, he got scared and wanted to quit - and they killed him. he."
"Obviously, the cause of his death was not what Sirius guessed." Glenn said with a sigh.
"This will make it right!" Harry looked a little excited. "He used to be a Death Eater, so he could naturally come into contact with Voldemort. Something must have happened during this time that made him regret it, so he wanted to destroy it. Horcruxes allow Voldemort to be killed!”
"But I only remember that his name was Regulus, but I can't remember his Christian name clearly, and I don't know if it starts with the letter A." Qiu said with some distress.
"It's not that difficult. We just need to ask Sirius, right?" Glenn said with a smile.
"I'm going to find him right now!" Harry said impatiently, "If it's really him, can we go there today..."
"Dear Harry..." Dumbledore said with a bitter smile, "Considering my current physical condition, I suggest that this plan can be postponed for a while..."
"Oh!" Harry finally reacted and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Professor! I was a little impulsive..."
Dumbledore waved his hand generously and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. You are still young after all, so you can understand."
He stretched with some difficulty and expressed his intention to see off the guests tactfully.
"Today has been a fulfilling day and our work is almost over."
Harry was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so he got up and left.Glenn originally wanted to join him, but was stopped by Qiu.
"I think you need another physical examination, Professor." She said seriously.
"Oh! Of course!" Dumbledore adjusted his sitting position on the armchair and stretched out his left hand. "Is it still the same as before? What is that method called? Feeling for the pulse?"
Qiu took the soft cushion on the side and put it under his arm. He smiled and nodded: "It's almost the same. It can be called pulse diagnosis."
With three finger touches, she carefully felt Dumbledore's pulse, and her expression was quite relaxed.
"Not bad." She took her hand back and said, "Fortunately, there is nothing wrong except for being a little weak. The potion you drank today has nothing to do with the magic spell on the ring, and it will not aggravate the influence of the spell. "
"That's good." Dumbledore said with a smile, "As I get older, it seems I can no longer be as careless as before."
Qiu glanced at him and complained: "If you are telling the truth, that would be the best."
Dumbledore winked at Glenn, like a child caught in a lie.
Glenn did not express sympathy, but added insult to injury: "By the way, today seems to be the day for you to take medicine again, Professor."
The principal, who was laughing playfully just a second ago, suddenly wilts, and a trace of bitterness appears on his face.
Qiu didn't give him a chance to speak. He went straight to the cabinet, opened the cabinet door with familiarity, took out the medicine bottles he had prepared in advance, heated them and placed them on the desk, and took out a large handful from his pocket. candy.
"Come on, Professor, the treatment process is almost over. Just hold on for a few more days."
Seeing that she was so well prepared and skillful, Dumbledore had no choice but to pick up the cup and bring it to his mouth with a frown.
More than two months of experience in drinking medicine told him that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Instead of sipping it in sips, it is better to just take a sip and forget it.
"Gudong... Gudong..."
Dumbledore's face turned a bit green as he drank half the cup of dark brown soup in one gulp. He quickly took the candy Qiu peeled off and stuffed it into his mouth.
...
Voldemort was indeed a powerful dark wizard. He made potions that even legendary wizards like Dumbledore couldn't bear. It took several days before he finally recovered.
The next weekend, accompanied by Sirius, everyone left the Scottish Highlands and headed to Grimmauld Place in London.
Since Padfoot is now a professor at Hogwarts and has room and board at the school, Kreacher is the only one left in the Black family's ancestral home.
The arrival of everyone obviously caught him off guard.
"It turns out that the stupid master is back, and he brought a large group of uninvited guests..." He said angrily in a voice that could be heard by others, and at the same time put the things in his hands behind his back.
"What other messy things are you hiding?" Sirius asked with a frown, "Didn't I tell you not to collect those junk things from hundreds of years ago?"
Kreacher lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Young master is a prodigal son. The family's treasures have been tainted by those dirty blood traitors. Kreacher must protect them, protect the family's glory and treasures..."
Sirius looked at Dumbledore speechlessly, and then said: "It's up to you, as long as you don't make this house look like a prison anymore. We are here to find a golden locket, you see. Have you been there?"
Kreacher's rickety body visibly stiffened.
The locket was an important task for Regulus to stay behind, and he certainly had not just seen it.
As a Slytherin who grew up in a "pure-blood supremacy" family environment, Regulus was once a die-hard Voldemort fanatic, fanatically believing in the pure-blood theory that "wizards are born noble".
He made most of the collected photos and articles related to Voldemort into newspaper clippings and collaged them next to the family crest on the bedside of his bedroom. He dreamed that one day he could become a "glorious and great" Death Eater warrior.
Around the age of 16, Regulus realized his dream, got the Dark Mark branded on his arm, and became a "brave little hero" in the eyes of the Black family.
Facts have proved that although this younger brother who was looked down upon by Sirius joined Slytherin, he still had the fearlessness and kindness of Gryffindor hidden in his heart.
When he finally recognized Voldemort's ugly face, he also returned from his lost path. Accompanied by Kreacher, he returned to the cave, drank the potions himself, and let Kreacher take away the Horcrux pendant at the cost of his own life. box and try to destroy it completely.
Living in darkness, but looking towards the light.
Who said that those who stand in the light are heroes?
...
"I remembered!" Harry slapped his forehead and said loudly, "It's the room next to the stairs. There are words written on it, as if others are not allowed to enter casually."
Qiu recalled for a moment and nodded: "Yes, I asked Sirius specifically. His brother seemed to have joined the Death Eaters when he was still underage. Later, he got scared and wanted to quit - and they killed him. he."
"Obviously, the cause of his death was not what Sirius guessed." Glenn said with a sigh.
"This will make it right!" Harry looked a little excited. "He used to be a Death Eater, so he could naturally come into contact with Voldemort. Something must have happened during this time that made him regret it, so he wanted to destroy it. Horcruxes allow Voldemort to be killed!”
"But I only remember that his name was Regulus, but I can't remember his Christian name clearly, and I don't know if it starts with the letter A." Qiu said with some distress.
"It's not that difficult. We just need to ask Sirius, right?" Glenn said with a smile.
"I'm going to find him right now!" Harry said impatiently, "If it's really him, can we go there today..."
"Dear Harry..." Dumbledore said with a bitter smile, "Considering my current physical condition, I suggest that this plan can be postponed for a while..."
"Oh!" Harry finally reacted and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Professor! I was a little impulsive..."
Dumbledore waved his hand generously and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. You are still young after all, so you can understand."
He stretched with some difficulty and expressed his intention to see off the guests tactfully.
"Today has been a fulfilling day and our work is almost over."
Harry was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so he got up and left.Glenn originally wanted to join him, but was stopped by Qiu.
"I think you need another physical examination, Professor." She said seriously.
"Oh! Of course!" Dumbledore adjusted his sitting position on the armchair and stretched out his left hand. "Is it still the same as before? What is that method called? Feeling for the pulse?"
Qiu took the soft cushion on the side and put it under his arm. He smiled and nodded: "It's almost the same. It can be called pulse diagnosis."
With three finger touches, she carefully felt Dumbledore's pulse, and her expression was quite relaxed.
"Not bad." She took her hand back and said, "Fortunately, there is nothing wrong except for being a little weak. The potion you drank today has nothing to do with the magic spell on the ring, and it will not aggravate the influence of the spell. "
"That's good." Dumbledore said with a smile, "As I get older, it seems I can no longer be as careless as before."
Qiu glanced at him and complained: "If you are telling the truth, that would be the best."
Dumbledore winked at Glenn, like a child caught in a lie.
Glenn did not express sympathy, but added insult to injury: "By the way, today seems to be the day for you to take medicine again, Professor."
The principal, who was laughing playfully just a second ago, suddenly wilts, and a trace of bitterness appears on his face.
Qiu didn't give him a chance to speak. He went straight to the cabinet, opened the cabinet door with familiarity, took out the medicine bottles he had prepared in advance, heated them and placed them on the desk, and took out a large handful from his pocket. candy.
"Come on, Professor, the treatment process is almost over. Just hold on for a few more days."
Seeing that she was so well prepared and skillful, Dumbledore had no choice but to pick up the cup and bring it to his mouth with a frown.
More than two months of experience in drinking medicine told him that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Instead of sipping it in sips, it is better to just take a sip and forget it.
"Gudong... Gudong..."
Dumbledore's face turned a bit green as he drank half the cup of dark brown soup in one gulp. He quickly took the candy Qiu peeled off and stuffed it into his mouth.
...
Voldemort was indeed a powerful dark wizard. He made potions that even legendary wizards like Dumbledore couldn't bear. It took several days before he finally recovered.
The next weekend, accompanied by Sirius, everyone left the Scottish Highlands and headed to Grimmauld Place in London.
Since Padfoot is now a professor at Hogwarts and has room and board at the school, Kreacher is the only one left in the Black family's ancestral home.
The arrival of everyone obviously caught him off guard.
"It turns out that the stupid master is back, and he brought a large group of uninvited guests..." He said angrily in a voice that could be heard by others, and at the same time put the things in his hands behind his back.
"What other messy things are you hiding?" Sirius asked with a frown, "Didn't I tell you not to collect those junk things from hundreds of years ago?"
Kreacher lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Young master is a prodigal son. The family's treasures have been tainted by those dirty blood traitors. Kreacher must protect them, protect the family's glory and treasures..."
Sirius looked at Dumbledore speechlessly, and then said: "It's up to you, as long as you don't make this house look like a prison anymore. We are here to find a golden locket, you see. Have you been there?"
Kreacher's rickety body visibly stiffened.
The locket was an important task for Regulus to stay behind, and he certainly had not just seen it.
