Chapter 905 Sirius' Room
To create a Horcrux, one must split off a portion of one's soul and transfer it into a prepared container.
It adds to the life of the maker, but it also “dehumanizes” him.
Not only will the appearance become inhuman, but also the heart, compassion, love, humanity, etc. will gradually disappear, eventually leading the wizard down a dark path.
Although the Horcrux cannot make people immortal like the Philosopher's Stone, it has a magical power that the Philosopher's Stone does not have, which is "immortality".
Once the first Horcrux is created, the wizard will stop aging because his soul sealed in the Horcrux will remain in its current state forever.
Immortality does not mean immortality. As long as the Horcrux is destroyed, he can be killed.
There is no free lunch in the world, and this extremely evil black magic naturally requires a huge price to pay.
The pain of a split soul, the inhuman changes in the body, the loss of emotion and other costs will cause the wizard to be forever between life and death, which is commonly known as "eternal damnation."
Sirius closed the book in horror and didn't dare to continue reading how to make a Horcrux.
Voldemort actually succeeded in creating something so evil and so inhumane, and not just one.
The diary, the Gaunt ring with the Resurrection Stone, and the Slytherin locket make up the three items. The remaining items that can be confirmed are the Hufflepuff gold cup and Harry.
Thinking of Harry, Sirius suddenly perked up.
He put the book back in the drawer, stood up and looked at Regulus, who had already changed his clothes.
"Leave the rest to me, you can have a good rest."
Maybe it was an illusion, but Kreacher seemed to see Regulus smiling.
It rubbed its big eyes and found that it had seen it wrong.
"Master Sirius, when do you plan to hold the event..."
"After daybreak." Sirius squatted beside the bed and carefully arranged Regulus' clothes. "Keep it simple. I will also invite a few friends."
"Yes." Kreacher seemed a little dissatisfied, but he quickly cleaned up the room.
It was only a few hours until dawn, and the Black family funeral should not be so hasty.
But from Sirius's perspective, in order not to disappoint Regulus's last wish, the funeral must be as low-key as possible.
the other side,
Sirius' room.
It's very spacious here and looks very beautiful even though it's covered in dust.
A large bed with exquisite carvings on the headboard, long velvet curtains on the high windows, a chandelier with candles, a large wooden wardrobe, and several large Gryffindor flags...
Everything in the room looked much more luxurious than Draco's dormitory, except for the posters and pictures that covered almost all four walls, which did not match the room at all. The original silver-gray satin walls could only be seen through some gaps.
The motorcycle pictures are okay, but the bikini girl posters that are still recognizable at a glance even though they are covered in dust are really annoying.
Dumbledore, who was over a hundred years old and had seen a lot of things, looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling.
Vincent watched with great interest.
Young Sirius was quite tasteful. They all had fair skin, beautiful faces and long legs, and were not inferior to those Miss Universe pageants.
However, judging by the sexy bikinis they were wearing and the faded smiles on their faces, these posters, like the motorcycle pictures, should be from the Muggle world.
No wonder Mrs. Black got mad as soon as she saw Sirius, and yelled at him like a disobedient child.
This level of rebellion is unprecedented. To say that it is heretical is an understatement. It is simply treason.
However, among the pictures and posters that didn't fit in with the room, there was a magical photo stuck on the wall that stood out.
There were four Hogwarts students standing together with their arms linked, laughing at the camera.
Harry recognized his father immediately.
His unruly black hair stuck up at the back of his head just like his, and he wore glasses too.
Next to him was his godfather Sirius, handsome and free and easy, with a slightly arrogant face.
To James' left was Lupin, looking a little slovenly and a little gloomy, but with a surprised and happy expression on his face.
To the right of Sirius, on the very edge, is Peter Pettigrew.
He is short and fat, with moist eyes, probably because he is excited to meet such a group of cool friends.
But he betrayed his friends, betrayed these friends who treated him sincerely.
Harry took a deep breath and calmed himself.
Dumbledore was still looking at the chandelier, while Vincent curiously opened the desk drawer.
There was a large stack of letters stuffed inside, which had faded badly due to their age.
Harry also came forward curiously, "What are these?"
"Maybe it's a love letter?" Vincent picked up the top one casually, "We'll know when we open it."
Harry thought about it, then took the envelope and broke the wax seal.
The letter paper looked very new, and besides the musty smell, there was a faint scent of perfume.
"Dear Sirius, I am Mia Jamieson from the fifth year of Gryffindor College. I have actually liked you for a long time..."
Harry put the letter back hastily.
Vincent picked up another one and said, "It seems I guessed right."
Usually, the letters that are stuffed into the drawer are not very important. Besides, people are too lazy to even open them and take a look. So what else can they be but love letters?
"Very experienced..." Dumbledore sighed softly.
Harry thought back to this year's Valentine's Day.
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The scene outside the boys' dormitory at that time was really terrifying.
Fortunately, they are not in the same dormitory.
Just as Vincent was about to put the letter back into the drawer, a figure suddenly appeared and snatched the letter away.
"Dirty Mudblood, how dare you touch the things of the noble Black family!"
"Shut up!" Sirius strode in from outside the door, pulled out his wand and smashed it hard on Kreacher's bald head.
"He is my friend. If you do that again, I will definitely fire you!"
Kreacher lowered his head, put the letter back into the drawer and closed it without saying a word.
Sirius pointed his wand outside the door, "Go and do what you should do. You are not allowed to step into this room again without my order."
Kreacher left, and before leaving he deliberately glanced at Vincent.
Perhaps in its opinion, Muggle-born wizards are not as good as the enslaved house-elves.
Sirius looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, Vincent, our family has deep hostility towards all non-pure-blood wizards, please don't take it to heart."
Vincent smiled and shrugged, "I'm fine. The prejudice and even hostility of some wizards towards me has never stopped. I've long been accustomed to it."
A great man once said: Once you become strong enough, all kinds of ridicule, abuse and slander will naturally lose their persuasiveness, and speaking with strength and achievements will always be an effective way to deal with all kinds of insults.
I was just barked at by a dog on the roadside, but it didn't get to the point where I had to go up and beat the dog up.
If it pounces on you and bites you, just beat it to death with a stick.
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