Vol 2 Chapter 1022: Regulus

　　 "If this is really the case..." Sirius looked dim, "but also..."
"Uh..." Fanlin's expression suddenly became low, and it was really ironic to say that he experimented with magic by himself, and then destroyed their ultimate goal, especially Regulus still got the Voldemort Horcrux. Hero, and for this reason died in this Yin Corpse Lake.
　　 This is obviously Fanlin's fault.
　　 Or, by fate, Regulus can't leave this place?
　　 is really absurd.
　　 "I didn't find Regulus's body, maybe..." Fanlin looked at the lake, the probability is too small.
　　 Kreacher was also crying aside, the body of Master Regulus...
　　 "I don't think we should be so pessimistic." Dumbledore said, "Kreacher, where do you look!"
　　 Dumbledore stretched out his hand all the time. On the edge of the island not far away, his hands were tightly buckled into the black rock, seeming to be imprisoned by something.
"That is……"
　　 Dumbledore said nothing, but in an instant he let go of his imprisonment on the corpse.
　　 "Master Regulus, Kreacher found Master Regulus!" Kreacher shouted frantically.
　　 Fanlin also hurriedly looked in the direction the house elf pointed. In fact, there was only one corpse on the entire island.
　　 A corpse of an eighteen or nine-year-old boy just crawled out of the lake, wearing black wizard robes that were different from the previous Muggle corpses, and there was a particularly obvious Black family crest on his chest.
In fact, as a brother, Regulus’s appearance is very similar to Sirius in his youth. If Harry were to recognize him, he might think that Sirius suddenly became younger. However, this is destined to be a fantasy, except for the real A great alchemist, only gods can have such great power to rejuvenate.
　　 Under the influence of magic, Regulus still maintained the appearance at the moment of his death, and it looked like the portrait of the Black family, without much change.
Compared with Sirius, Regulus was white and scary at this time, perhaps because of being soaked in water. Regulus’s face was pale, but under the action of the potion in the stone basin, he still kept his body. Mellow.
The young boy who slowly collagen, and also because of the potion, made Regulus's body still retain the appearance of his life, without half swelling and decay. This seems to be acceptable. At least, Regulus Luss was not eaten by those corpses.
　　 But the next scene left everyone silent.
Regulus, like the other corpses, lost the perception of his surroundings, like walking corpses. Then he found the enemy and walked towards them in the middle of the island. He let out an unknown roar. Obviously, Fanlin Ji The individual has become the target of his attack.
　　 Now he is not the hero who bravely resisted Voldemort, but a corpse guarding the fragments of Voldemort's soul under the control of magic.
　　 "Regulus!" Sirius shouted sternly, his heart-piercing voice reverberating in the dark cave.
　　 He ran over madly, trying to hug Regulus. He called his brother's name over and over again, trying to wake him up.
　　 But this is doomed to be futile, Regulus can't hear him at all now...
　　 "Farewell, Sirius..." Fanlin cried out sadly, and with a finger, he separated Sirius and Regulus.
　　 "Regulus, Regulus, I'll take you home..." Sirius yelled frantically, his eyes scarlet, his hands constantly hammering Fanlin's curse.
　　 Suddenly, Sirius' fist burst into red.
　　 Regulus seemed to have received some signal, and the originally hollow eyes burst into dark red light briefly.
　　 That is the corpse's desire for blood...
　　 "Oh, no, Sirius..."
　　 "What are you doing, open it to me, that's my brother..." Sirius yelled at Fanlin frantically.
"That's not your brother!" Fanlin also yelled, "You can see clearly, now, he is just an undead in your brother's cloak, and even the soul no longer exists, only instinctive desire remains. This is Regulus in your eyes!"
　　 "I..." Sirius's eyes exuded an almost crazy meaning. The next second, Fanlin's curse was smashed by Sirius.
　　 Sirius embraced his brother as he wished, but this was not what they wanted to see.
　　 "Regulus... I'm here to take you home..." Sirius wailed loudly, his heart-piercing voice reverberating throughout the cave.
　　 Kreacher is the same, he hugged Regulus' thigh and cried out freely.
　　 Hermione finally couldn't help it, and she leaned against Fanlin's arms and kept sobbing.
　　 "Regulus... Regulus... I... I'll take you home..."
　　 Time passed, and the afterglow of the setting sun gave off a dim light that reflected the heavens and the earth into a golden light. A secluded cemetery near Grimmauld Square square, a solemn sight dispelled the last light.
Here is the cemetery of the Black family. In the center is a very tall, very magnificent dark black marble monument. On it is carved the family crest of the Black family. Next to the family crest is the striking sign made of gilt. Language: The noble and oldest Black family will be immortal.
　　 Around the monument, there are densely packed tombstones of different ages. They have different shapes, but they are arranged very neatly. From generation to generation, each different tombstone always has this agreed name.
On the right side of the cemetery, there is a neat row of yew trees, and through the top of the bushes, the black outline of the chapel is now in front of you, and on the left side of the cemetery, you can see the 12th Grimmauld Place Exquisite old house, the ancestral home of the Black family.
Just like No. 12 Grimmauld Place, everything here has been brightened by the loneliness of the Black family. The cemetery is overgrown with weeds, and the old Muggle newspapers are constantly rotating in the Black family cemetery with the cool breeze. ~EbookFREE.me~ A few crows hovered in mid-air reluctantly, and then landed on the bush next to them, coldly watching the uninvited guests who disturbed their cleanliness.
　　 Under the ruthless destruction of the years, most of the tall and exquisite tombstones have been damaged. They stood there quietly, silently telling the desolation of the Black family.
In the innermost corner of the cemetery, Dumbledore, Sirius, Moody, Lupin, Tonks, Van Lin, Hermione, and Kreacher stood solemnly in a very narrow and ordinary area, in line with the surrounding styles. In front of the inconsistent gravestones, they gathered here to give Regulus the final farewell.
When they returned to Grimmauld Place on the 12th, where Moody and Tonks were already waiting, Moody was no stranger to the person in Sirius’ arms, and Hermione sobbed and explained to Tonks. Fan.
　　 Lupin was the last to rush over, and even turned off his original job. Regulus Lupin is naturally very familiar with Regulus Lupin. As a close friend of Sirius, he is naturally aware of Sirius’s excellent younger brother.
　　 For what Regulus did, everyone naturally admires it, but more of it is regretful.
　　Sorry and a hero, it has been misunderstood for more than ten years, and after death, even the body is transformed into a corpse...
　　
　　
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