Chapter 217 Poor Funeral

Seeing this touching scene, Harry couldn't help crying. ○

In front of him, Sirius held Regulus' body tightly with tears in his eyes, he was crying so sadly, and kept muttering, "Go home, Regulus, let's go home... …”

In Sirius' arms, Regulus was unconscious.

His open eyes were misty, as if they were covered with cobwebs. He stretched out his pale, withered hands, and hugged Sirius tightly. Not a normal hug, but full of malice, to drag Sirius into the lake and drown him.

"Careful, Sirius..."

Harry hurriedly shouted a reminder, but the sound stopped abruptly.

He felt an arm wrapping around him from behind, a death-like cold, fleshless arm that picked him up from the ground, and walked towards the black lake slowly but without hesitation.

Harry struggled to get free, but failed, the Inferi was much stronger than him, and he was dragged slowly towards the lake.

The magic wand in his hand cast out several spells in vain, and fell into silence again.

Harry was desperate, he knew that if he went on like this, he would definitely be drowned, and like Regulus, he would become another corpse guarding Voldemort's soul fragments...

But at this moment, a surging flame appeared in the darkness, much more vigorous than the red flames created by Ivan and Hermione.

A bright, red-gold ring of fire surrounded the rock, and the Inferi holding Harry staggered and swayed one by one.

They dared not go through the flames into the lake, so they left Harry behind.

Harry fell to the ground, his foot slipped on the rocks, and he scraped his arm, but he struggled to get up quickly, and he saw Dumbledore, Irwin, and Hermione coming out of the flames. Ivan and Hermione were pale, but they looked okay. In front of them, Dumbledore looked serious, with golden fire dancing in his pale blue eyes.

His wand was held aloft like a torch, and streams of flame shot out from the tip of the wand, like a huge and warm noose, surrounding the Inferi.

The power of these flames is astonishing, the corpses they touched were turned into ashes directly, and the remaining corpses collided with each other, trying to escape the flames that surrounded them...

"Professor, Ivan, Hermione" Harry shouted happily.

He staggered forward two steps, then stopped immediately.

He heard Sirius shouting, he turned his head hastily, and saw Sirius and Regulus wrestling on the edge of the flames, Kreacher stood motionless by the side.

Because of the flames, Regulus struggled violently, trying to escape back into the lake, but Sirius held him tightly and wouldn't let go, his face flushed from too much force.

Harry hurried over to help, and Ivan and Hermione also hurriedly followed.

The three of them worked together to help Sirius hold Regulus down, and Ivan even used magic to conjure up a few ropes to tie him up.

But Regulus' strength was astonishing, completely beyond the scope of human beings, and together they were no match.

Just when everyone was about to lose their hold, Dumbledore came over.

There was no fancy magic, he just tapped Regulus' head lightly with the wand in his hand, and Regulus immediately calmed down and turned back into a real corpse.

In the dark cave, Ivan panted, looking at the horrible and weird scenes around him, and Regulus who gradually became quiet. He knew that everything was over, and they finally freed Regulus from the endless torment. come out.

They fulfilled Regulus' last wish, destroyed the locket, recovered his body, and dispelled the evil black magic on him.

At this moment, his soul can finally rest in peace.

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At sunset, a remote cemetery near Grimmauld Place.

This is the cemetery of the Black family. In the center is a very tall and imposing dark black marble monument, engraved with the family crest of the Black family, and next to the crest is the striking sign made of gilt Words: Noble and oldest of the Black family live forever.

Around the monument, there are densely packed tombstones of different ages. They have different shapes, but they have one thing in common, that is, the materials used are extremely elegant.

On the right side of the cemetery, there are three tall yew trees and the black silhouette of a small church; on the left side of the cemetery, you can see the exquisite old house at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Like No. 12 Grimmauld Place, everything here can only vaguely recognize the glory of the past due to neglect of management.

The cemetery was overgrown with weeds, and crows landed on the tombstones from time to time, looking warily at the intruders in front of them.

Under the ruthless devastation of the years, most of the tall and exquisite tombstones have been damaged. They stand there quietly, silently telling the desolation of the Black family.

In the innermost corner of the cemetery, Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupine, Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and Kreacher stood solemnly in a very narrow and ordinary space that was not very consistent with the surrounding style. In front of his tombstone, they gathered here to see Regulus off for the last time.

Lupine arrived after getting the news. He was waiting for everyone at the Leaky Cauldron, preparing to spend a perfect Christmas, but he didn't expect such news.

There was no one else but Lupine.

In fact, they originally planned to invite some more people to Regulus' funeral, but Sirius didn't know who to invite after much deliberation.

Regulus had crazily worshiped Voldemort during his lifetime, and he hoped to become a Death Eater, and most of his relatives and friends in the past were also such people. Almost all of them were students of Slytherin House, and finally became Death Eaters. Now they are either dead or imprisoned in Azkaban. It is impossible to be invited here.

So, until the end, there were only a few of them.

Kreacher's shrill, dry cries sounded intermittently, like someone playing an untuned violin, which sounded very uncomfortable.

Ivan had never attended a funeral before, and he didn't know what a normal funeral would be like, but Regulus' funeral was undoubtedly shabby, and everything was prepared hastily.

On the tombstone of Regulus, there is a brief statement: Regulus Arcturus Black will be buried here forever. He is a kind Death Eater. He defended dignity and justice with his own life. He is a well-deserved hero who gave his life against Voldemort, and he is the eternal pride of the Black family.

Before this, Ivan never thought that the words kindness and Death Eaters could be linked together.

This may be a great irony to other Death Eaters, but to Regulus, it is indeed the most faithful evaluation.

As mentioned later, Regulus used his life to defend justice and resist Voldemort. He is a true hero.

Beside the tombstone, Sirius looked haggard, did not shed tears, but silently looked at his brother's coffin.

After a long time, Lupine stepped forward and patted Sirius on the shoulder, and then they slowly filled the grave with soil and buried Regulus here. To be continued. Tips: log in by computer and log in by mobile phone