Chapter 146 The Spirit Transformed From a Corpse

Harry had really forgotten all his hesitations now.

After finding the direction, they rushed into the dazzling sunlight.

This was another world.

The wheels flew over the soft sea of ​​clouds,

and under the dazzling white sun, the sky was bright blue and boundless.

"Now we just have to watch out for the planes," said Ron.

They looked at each other and began to laugh, and they couldn't stop for a long time.

They seemed to have entered a mythical dream.

Harry thought that this was undoubtedly the best way to travel: sitting in a sunny car, passing through swirling, towering white clouds, with a big bag of toffee under the dashboard, and imagining Sirius's surprised expression when they magically fell from the sky and landed smoothly on Grimmauld Place.

Didn't Sirius always think that he was too honest and not like a father?

After seeing this scene, Harry bet that Sirius would never think so again.

They kept flying west, checking the direction of the road every once in a while, and seeing a different view every time they descended.

St. Catchpole was soon left far behind, replaced by a beautiful and winding coastline and a valley covered with lush greenery.

Then there was an ancient monastery built on an isolated island, an open-air theater carved into the cliffs, and a series of quaint fishing villages.

"This is Cornwall. We could have gone south directly across the English Channel to London."

"But I can't find the direction if I fly south."

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Ron's voice suddenly came to Harry's ears.

Although he couldn't see Ron's expression, he could hear some embarrassment from it.

"What do you want to say?"

"I think." Ron's voice paused, "I want to say that we may be late in London."

"Nothing," Harry's hand brushed across the clouds, "What's the matter, this is so interesting. I was worried about arriving early."

However, after a few hours, Harry had to admit that some of the fun was gradually disappearing.

Although Ron was very far-sighted and brought a lot of reserves for long-distance travel-ice pumpkin juice to quench thirst, chocolate frogs to resist hunger, and Thunderbolt Explosion cards to kill time.

However, the car couldn't stand the explosion of playing cards. Every time it heard an explosion, the car would shake.

The chocolate frogs and the toffee under the dashboard made them dry.

Although there was iced pumpkin juice, it had already turned sour in the clouds closer to the sun. This made Harry regret that he hadn't learned the freezing spell.

If Basil or Hermione were here, it would definitely not be like this.

He and Ron both took off their coats, but Harry's shirt was so wet that it stuck to the back of the chair, and his glasses kept sliding up his nose.

He no longer had the heart to appreciate the fantastic shapes of the clouds, but missed the Burrow dozens of miles away. Mrs. Weasley was proficient in various household magic.

Even if she was not there, when the weather was hot, there would be orchids in every corner of the house that constantly released cold air.

And now, even if the window was open, the hot wind came in instead of the whirring cold air.

"Finally. Finally in London." After another hour, Ron said hoarsely.

The sun began to sink below the clouds, dyeing the sea of ​​clouds pink.

The whole city of London appeared below them, hazy and slightly shimmering.

It was much darker under the clouds.

Ron wanted to step on the accelerator and rise again, but the engine began to whine.

Harry and Ron looked at each other anxiously.

"Maybe it's just tired," Ron said, "It's never walked so far..."

Listening to the increasingly loud whine, Harry suggested, "It's better to go down. There's a road below. You should know the location of Grimmauld Place."

"Sirius said in the letter that it's very close to King's Cross Station, and it only takes 20 minutes to walk there."

"It's less than 2 minutes if you drive."

"Okay." Ron gripped the steering wheel and the car began to go down, "But I'm not very familiar with London's traffic."

"I only know the general direction."

As it descended, the whine of the car began to decrease.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief, "You don't have to be familiar with it, we don't have to really run on the road. Just go down a little. Listen, the cars are much more relaxed."

Below them were vehicles rumbling on the main road.

Ron looked at the traffic in surprise, "This is the first time I've seen so many cars."

Harry was curious, "How did you get to the station before?"

Ron scratched the back of his head, "Floo Network. You probably haven't used it yet. We all went to the furnace door of Diagon Alley."

"The furnace door of the Leaky Cauldron is too crowded."

"Look! Is that King's Cross Station?"

Harry followed the sound of Ron's invisible arm waving in the wind and looked at the familiar platform and the plastic sign that made him recognize it instantly.

Harry nodded, "Yes, that's it."

Ron released the accelerator, put his hand on the silver invisible booster, and the car slowly fell, "That's right. Just go 300 yards in the opposite direction, and then go 700 yards to the right and you'll be there."

Harry glanced to the left in surprise, "Why do you look so familiar with it."

Ron shrugged, "Going on a long journey is like playing wizard chess. Before the next step, you have to think about the changes in the next ten steps. Didn't you notice? Sirius left you a map. Maybe he has been expecting the doorbell to ring suddenly one day."

"You appeared in front of his door with a smile."

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but with a clang, the car landed firmly on the road.

Ron pressed his hand, and the next second, with a pop, the car, Harry and Ron reappeared.

Before Harry had time to become familiar with the appearance of his own hands and feet again, Grimmauld Place soon arrived.

The two got out of the car quickly.

Harry's eyes flickered and he looked around, "Fortunately, no police saw it. Otherwise"

He put away his wand.

Ron, who noticed this, shrank his neck and said, "You're not going to cast spells on Muggles. Are you here?"

Harry nodded, "If necessary."

Ron: If Harry doesn't look like his dad enough, how outrageous is Harry's dad!

Without thinking much, he gently patted the hood of the old Ford Anglia.

"Just take a good rest here."

The car's engine hummed slightly and its lights flashed in response.

"That's No. 12 Grimmauld Place." Harry adjusted his glasses.

Its appearance is completely different from the surrounding houses. The door is shabby and the walls are extremely dirty.

But people passing by didn't even look at it.

Their eyes only fell on the two houses next to them, as if they couldn't see the one in the middle at all.

People staying to rest also leaned on the railings of the two nearby buildings.

The railing facing the center was covered in dust, as if no one had touched it for centuries.

"That's it." Ron walked directly to the door of the neglected house.

The stone steps in front of the door are also in tatters.

There was no signboard on the door, and the black paint on it was peeling off and covered with scratches left and right.

The silver door knocker is in the shape of a coiled snake.

There was no keyhole in the door and no mailbox.

"That should be it." Ron pulled out his wand and knocked on the door knocker.

Crack!

There was an unmistakable sound of disembodiment coming from behind the door.

A low voice like a bullfrog followed, "Who is it? Red hair, freckles, the son of an old traitor with dirty blood, and hiss! Harry Potter! End the half-breed bastard who is worse than an ant in pissing." The devil’s savior!”

Ron muttered, "The 'little brat' must be talking about me. But why does it sound so comfortable to me! 'A half-breed mongrel devil who is worse than an ant peeing', haha, this must be Voldemort!"

The next second, the loud sounds of many metal collisions and the rattling sound of chains began to sound behind the door.

The door creaked open.

A head stuck out impatiently.

It was a big, bald head with a lot of white hair growing out of two big bat-like ears.

The eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and the fleshy nose was huge, almost like a pig's nose.

But what stood out the most was his wrinkled, saggy skin—many times more than his body actually needed.

A clean white cloth was wrapped around his waist, and a luxurious golden locket was hung that didn't match his simple attire at all.

His gaze bypassed Ron directly and said, "You must be Harry Potter!"

"The godson of a prodigal son, the benefactor who avenges Master Regulus!"

"I'm going to call the prodigal son now!"

With a crack, the figure of the house elf disappeared.

Walking into the foyer, Ron closed the door.

He glanced at Harry helplessly, "Am I being ignored like this? Why does he trust us so much?"

Harry concealed his grin that almost reached his ears, "Sirius told him about us. But is he talking about Sirius, prodigal son?"

A row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a flickering, unreal light that illuminated the shiny silver wallpaper and bright green carpet in the long, gloomy foyer.

A spiderweb-shaped chandelier overhead shimmered, and portraits blackened by age hung crookedly on the walls.

The chandelier and a candelabra on a nearby rickety table were shaped like serpents.

Typical Slytherin style.

With the sound of hurried footsteps, Sirius emerged from a door at the other end of the hall.

He walked towards them in three steps at a time, with a warm smile on his face.

His face was not as thin as before, the contours of his face became rounded, and his pale skin exuded a red light.

The house elf followed him, holding a large disk with a green cushion on it.

There seems to be something on it.

"Harry!" Sirius hugged Harry, his eyes glanced back, "And you, Ron."

Ron snorted and dodged Sirius' hug, "No need, I know I'm just an extra."

drink! Ron gasped, as if he saw something that surprised him.

He pointed to the cushion, "What is that?"

Sirius ruffled his hair, his face showing three parts sadness and seven parts joy, "This is my brother, Regulus."

Harry rubbed his eyes, "Did he drink the shrinking potion? Even if it's not right."

Because there was a three-headed little man with a figure similar to a cartoon character lying on the cushion, sleeping soundly.

Sirius sighed, "It's a long story."

Next, he told the story of how Kreacher was discovered sneaking back to the Black family, Regulus' story surfaced, and how Basil appeared with Dumbledore and Nico Flamel, broke into Voldemort's cave, and found Regulus who had turned into an Inferi.

"After that, I asked Narcissa to switch Kreacher back."

Harry was a little disappointed, "Ah, then we just missed Basil. Unlucky."

"What about Regulus?" Ron lowered his voice.

Sirius leaned against the wall and fell into memories, "To be honest, I really don't know how to thank him."

"It was Basil. He successfully brought Regulus back to life."

Time, 10 hours ago.

In Regulus' room, he rested his head helplessly on Regulus' cold arm.

He didn't even dare to remove the petrification curse that was now cast on his brother.

Otherwise, Regulus, who had turned into an Inferi, would bite his neck with hatred for the living.

Then, Basil appeared with the book "How to Create a Perfect Inferi Companion" in his hand.

"Thank you," Sirius quickly stood up and wiped his tears, "Give me the book."

Bajir looked mysterious, "Do you really want to use it?"

"You should know that I am not simple."

Sirius was surprised, "Do you have a better way? By the way, you have the power of King Arthur and Merlin!"

Bajir waved his hand, "No need to call me you."

"I also have my own purpose. Have you heard of Norse mythology?"

Sirius nodded, "Runes are learning ancient magic words and studying the texts that magic cannot avoid."

"The same is true for Norse mythology."

Bajir put down the book, "Giants are the earliest life in Norse mythology."

"But the gods came later and defeated the giants. They killed Ymir, the ancestor of the giants."

"The gods used Ymir's body to arrange the earth and sky."

"Ymir's head turned into the sky, his brain became clouds, his body became the earth, his blood became the ocean, his bones became mountains, and his hair became trees."

"When Ymir's body rotted and maggots grew, these maggots became light elves and dark elves."

"What do you mean by this?" Sirius asked tentatively.

Basil put his hands behind his back and walked around the bed. "Merlin's magic also has a large part from Norse mythology."

"One of them is particularly interesting."

"Just like the maggots that grew out of Ymir's rotting body can give birth to elves."

"The magic substances in the bodies of magical creatures can also give birth to elves."

"Decide," Basil stopped, "whether to let Regulus be a living corpse forever, or to let this corpse really come alive and become a real life. A real living body with a heartbeat, temperature, crying, laughing, breathing, eating and excreting."

"And then Basil turned Regulus into an elf?" Ron stared with a bull's eye, his mouth opened into a zero shape.

Sirius nodded, "Yes. But this seems to have caused him a lot of trouble."

"He disappeared without waiting for Dumbledore and the others."

"Let me tell them to go back to France tomorrow."

Harry shook his head, "I guess he just doesn't want to be questioned by Dumbledore and Nico Flamel."