Chapter 899 The Hero Misunderstood by Everyone

The four people present were both angry and helpless about being tricked by Voldemort one after another.

Who could have thought that the Dark Lord, who lived a life neither human nor ghost, could be so scheming?

As soon as Dumbledore's eyes met Vincent's, he looked up at the ceiling of the cave.

The steam is all accumulated here, and I don’t know if it will form clouds naturally.

"Professor, you never thought that you would be fooled by Voldemort, did you?"

The interior of the cave is so cold and gloomy that according to Muggle science, clouds should form.

"Professor, I think it's time for you to overturn your preconceived notions about Voldemort."

If clouds form, there is no telling if it will rain.

"Professor, can you hear me?"

If it rains, remember to bring an umbrella next time.

Vincent took a deep breath, calmed himself down a little, and then looked at the yellowed note on the ground.

He hooked his finger gently at the note, and before opening it, he glanced at Dumbledore, who was still pretending not to hear anything.

It’s no big deal, just be embarrassed if you can.

It's only a month at most, and I won't make fun of you all the time.

Vincent opened the note and his expression became very strange as soon as he took a look at it.

"What's wrong?" Sirius came closer, "Are the words above unpleasant to hear?"

Vincent shook his head. "This little note is not for us, but for Voldemort."

"Huh!?" Dumbledore, who was no longer staring at the cave ceiling, hurried over.

Harry also came over with a curious look on his face.

The message on the small piece of paper only had a few words, but its content subverted the imagination of the four of them.

"To the Dark Lord:

I'll be dead by the time you read this, but I want you to know that I've discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and planned to destroy it as quickly as possible.

I am willing to die, and I only hope that you will be completely killed when you meet your opponent.

——RAB

When he saw the last signature, Xiao Tianlang suddenly clenched his fists and his whole body trembled violently.

"This fool..." His voice was particularly gentle.

The remaining three people looked at him curiously and found that his eyes were wet.

"Who?" Vincent reacted quickly, "Do you know this RAB?"

Sirius nodded, choking up a few times, "He…he is my brother, Regulus Arcturus Black."

After saying this, he turned around and looked at the dark lake, tears of sadness starting to well up in his eyes.

Vincent was confused when he saw that Dumbledore and Harry also looked sad.

Harry whispered something in his ear and he realized that the body Dumbledore had been holding was Regulus.

And Sirius even scolded the corpse a few words, so it's no wonder that he had such a reaction.

I thought my brother had taken the wrong path and it was all his own fault, but I didn't expect the truth to be so cruel.

Regulus died a hero, but was misunderstood by everyone.

Vincent bent down and picked up the broken locket, repaired it with magic, and stood next to Sirius with an apologetic look on his face.

He handed over the locket along with the small note, "I'm sorry."

Sirius quickly wiped his eyes, "It's okay, we didn't know the truth behind this beforehand."

He carefully took the locket and the small note, looking at them with extremely gentle eyes.

No one knows about Regulus' deeds. These two things are not only relics, but also ironclad evidence that can clear his name.

But if we want to redress the injustice, the matter of the Horcrux will be exposed.

It doesn’t matter whether the British Ministry of Magic believes it or not. What’s important is that Voldemort must not know that someone has discovered the secret of his immortality.

Once this desperate king knows that several of his Horcruxes have been destroyed, he will definitely go crazy and create a large number of new Horcruxes.

Sirius looked at it for a long time before reluctantly folding the small note neatly and putting it back into the locket.

"Let's go back and take him back."

Vincent looked back at the stone basin.

Although I don't know how Regulus switched the locket, the liquid inside should not be an ordinary poison.

He took a small bottle from Flamel's ring and had the golem fill it before bringing it out.

Then, the four returned to shore via Fox.

Sirius gently placed the locket on Regulus' chest, then picked him up with force.

After the red flames, the four people appeared on the isolated island where they came from.

"I haven't been home for a long time."

Sirius looked at Dumbledore with dejected eyes, and the latter understood and asked Fawkes to take them to a certain street.

The house number next to Vincent Pass identified this as Grimmauld Place in northwest London, not far from King's Cross Station.

But what’s a little strange is that the house on the left is number 11, while the house on the right is number 13.

Harry, like him, watched in confusion as Sirius carried Regulus towards a small open space between two houses.

After a few steps, houses No. 11 and No. 13 moved strangely to the left and right.

A scratched black lacquered door squeezed out from the middle out of nowhere.

There was no keyhole on the door, only a coiled snake-shaped door handle and a golden doorbell.

Sirius walked closer holding Regulus, and the door opened automatically in front of him after a "ring".

Vincent and Harry followed behind, walking up the dilapidated stone steps, and after passing through the gate, they saw a townhouse that also appeared out of thin air.

It looks a bit deserted, but even without the contrast of the simple houses around it, this villa still looks extremely luxurious.

When you enter the villa, the old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall light up automatically, and a long foyer comes into view.

The wallpaper had peeled off in large pieces and the carpet had been worn thin.

"You rebellious son!" A deafening woman's scream suddenly rang out.

"A filthy bastard, and a Mudblood!"

Sirius paused and gave Harry and Vincent an apologetic smile over his shoulder.

"It's my mother's voice. It seems she hung her portrait here."

"Rebellious son! Take your beastly friends and get out of here!"

Vincent and Harry, who were inexplicably scolded, looked in the direction of the sound and found that it came from not far ahead.

There was a huge, ponderous umbrella stand with troll legs, and above it hung a portrait of an old lady.

Sirius's face looked grim.

He gently put Regulus down, then drew his wand and strode over.

"Old witch! Just shut up!"

A Stunning Spell hit the portrait directly, and the old lady inside screamed in pain.

Then, a louder scream came from her mouth: "Kreacher! Come quickly and drive this evil boy and his beastly friends out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old house-elf suddenly appeared in front of Sirius.

It was only wearing a dirty rag, its head was bald, its big bat-like ears were covered with a lot of white hair, its big bloodshot eyes were gray, and its fleshy nose was like a pig's nose.

"As you command, my mistress." Its voice was low and hoarse, like the croaking of a bullfrog.

Sirius quickly pointed his wand at Kreacher, "Useless bastard! Do you think you can kick us out?"

Kreacher bowed slightly, but his attitude was not very respectful. "Master Sirius, the mistress asks you to take your friends and leave here."

"What if I don't leave?"

Kreacher lowered his head, "You are the only heir of the Black family. Kreacher can't drive you away."

Sirius was stunned for a moment, looking at the dizzy old lady in the portrait, "Did you hear that? Old witch! You can't drive us away!"

"Damn it..." The old lady was so angry that she rolled her eyes and fainted.

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