Chapter 477 Accompanying the Prince to Study

Rogge's words gave Dawlish a reassurance, and he was able to straighten his back and show a fearless spirit of facing death. However, it turned out that Rogge's worries were completely unnecessary.

Everyone passed safely above the head of the Infernal Corpse, and their footsteps firmly stepped on the ground of the island in the middle of the lake.

The area of ​​this island is almost the same as the principal's office, like a whole flat black slab. It is empty, with only a stone basin in the center emitting a faint green light.

Before Rogge got off the boat, Sirius had already taken action. He turned his belongings into wine glasses, resolutely scooped out the green liquid from the stone basin, and poured it into his throat one cup after another.

Pain distorted his face, and his hands clenched his throat. His legs gradually lost consciousness, causing his body to slowly fall down, as if crushed by an invisible weight.

"Help me..." Sirius rolled on the ground, his body twitching constantly. His voice was weak and painful, and the eyes that were once full of life were now full of fear: "Pour...Pour it..."

Harry looked at his godfather with tears in his eyes, and the memory of the Cruciatus Curse that Voldemort had cast on him surged in his heart. The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, the feeling that the flesh and blood were devoured by flames, was so unforgettable that he would never forget it.

Looking at the wine glass filled with poison, Lupin tilted his head, his heart full of contradictions and pain. He knew that he had to let Sirius drink the poison in the stone basin to help him end his pain quickly. However, he could not make up his mind to send the wine glass filled with poison to his friend's lips and increase his burden.

Moody turned his back to everyone and held the wand tightly. His magic eye stared at the water, as if he was monitoring the movements of the Inferi while looking for Regulus's body.

Facing Sirius's eyes for help, Harry felt that his feet were bound by magic and could not move. His arms were too heavy to lift, and he was powerless to take the wine glass filled with poison. Just as Dumbledore was about to intervene, Roger quickly reached out and steadily caught the falling wine glass.

"Sirius, you are really the most useless wizard in the Black family." Roger sneered, his tone full of sarcasm. His eyes were calm as water, and he had no sympathy for the figure twisting in pain on the ground.

Since no one wanted to be the villain, as Snape's student, he could help the teacher to avenge. By the way, quickly put an end to Sirius's pain.

Harry heard this cold-blooded sarcasm, and the anger in his chest ignited, and he clenched his fists, almost swinging at Roger. But Dumbledore pressed his shoulders in time, and told Harry firmly with his blue eyes that he couldn't do that.

"Kreacher, tell him what Regulus did at that time?" Roger pinched Black's chin and rudely poured the potion completely into his throat.

"Master, Master Regulus drank all the potion in the stone basin by himself." Kreacher's voice was full of respect, but his eyes looked at Black with disdain.

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Roger's mouth. His tone was cold and sharp, and he mercilessly belittled Sirius: "Did you hear it all? This is an indisputable fact. You are the most useless one. Whether in the ancient and noble Black family or when you stood beside James Potter."

He scooped up a full cup of potion again, ignoring Sirius's blood-red eyes full of pain and anger, and poured the poison into his mouth again.

"I'm afraid you left the family not because of different ideas, but because you are too weak." Roger's words were like a cold bayonet, piercing Sirius' heart, making him forget the pain brought by the potion. His eyes seemed to hide two burning suns, staring at Roger.

"You are so stupid, and you and the equally stupid James acted on your own and tampered with the tradition of the Fidelius Charm." He looked back at Harry and added, "It seems that you are the smartest in history. Even if you ask Snape to be the secret keeper, he is better than Wormtail."

"You are so conceited. You don't have the strength that a wizard of the Black family should have, but you have the temper of Master Black." His words were stronger than the poison in the wine glass, and they poured into Sirius' ears one by one.

"Oh..." Roger deliberately prolonged his voice and poured the fifth glass of poison into it, "If your cousin Bella was here, do you think she needs help from others? You are so weak, what can you use to protect your godson? Are you pretending to be brave and reckless?"

Just as Roger was about to continue his cruel behavior, Sirius suddenly burst out with an amazing force. His cold and trembling hand tightly grasped Roger's wrist, preventing him from taking further action.

His face was still twitching, and his body was shaking in severe pain. But his will was extremely firm. He wanted to pick up the cup himself and drink the remaining poison.

"Can you really do it?" Roger added more provocation and handed the wine glass to Sirius's trembling right hand, "Don't spill it, or you'll have to start all over again."

Sirius drank it all in one gulp, breathing heavily.

He felt like someone was swinging an axe in his brain, cutting his memories from childhood to adulthood into countless pieces. Those memories that he buried deepest in his heart and were the most painful were ruthlessly turned out at this moment, making him experience the deep cruelty again.

His body slumped a little, his eyes became weak, and his hands trembled more.

"It seems that you can't do it." Roger sneered and filled the seventh cup of poison for Sirius again, "Give up, just open your mouth like a baby. Do you need my help to take a picture? Professor Snape and Wormtail will definitely like your weak and ugly appearance."

I don't know which word angered him. Sirius struggled in pain. He knelt on the ground, supported his hands on the cold floor, and stood up tremblingly. He grabbed the wine glass and pushed Roger aside.

"Regulus can do all this at the age of 18, you are really weak..."

The more Roger sneered, the straighter Sirius stood. The potion did bring him endless pain, but the grief was greater than the death of the heart, and the spirit suppressed all the body's perception at this moment.

"The things inside came out." Dawlish's voice was full of surprise. He pointed to the golden locket left by Regulus in the stone basin, which looked particularly beautiful in the stone basin.

Moody's magic eye quickly turned back to his head and stared at the stone basin through the back of his head. At the same time, he warned everyone in a heavy voice: "The Inferi in the lake are coming out."

Dumbledore's expression became serious, and he quickly gave an order: "Lupin, you take care of Black. The others stand in a circle separately from me." Then, he whispered to Roger and others: "This is a good opportunity to experience."

"Experience who? What about the subject?" Roger paused with the wand in his hand and put it into his sleeve. Then, he took out the Gryffindor sword, swung it vigorously in Dumbledore's distressed eyes, and cut off the head of a baby Inferi.

"Have you become ill from being locked up in Azkaban?" Moody teased Roger as he casually released a raging flame to sweep away all the Inferi in his direction.

"Sick, you big-headed ghost." Roger snorted coldly, swung his sword again, and several more ownerless Inferi heads fell to the ground.

Despite losing their heads, those bodies still walked towards him firmly. The heads on the ground kept closing their mouths, making a clapper-like sound, trying to bite any approaching target.

"Aren't you bored?" He gathered a fireball in his palm and pressed it directly on the ground. The fireball spread rapidly, forming a surging line of fire. Any Inferi that touched the flames were instantly turned into ashes.

Moody smiled awkwardly, thinking to himself: "In fact, a Fiery Curse can burn all these abominable guys to ashes."

However, Harry seemed a little flustered when facing multiple Inferi at the same time. Obstacles, fragmentation, spinning, etc. The magic was randomly shot out, but it did not cause fatal damage to the corpse.

Even though Dawlish next to him used fire to remind him, Harry still did not react. He seemed to be frightened by the breath of death of the corpse at this moment.

At the same time, Sirius, with the help of Lupin, finally held the golden pendant box. His memory vaguely returned to decades ago, when the Black ancestral house was very prosperous.

But it has been too long, and he can't remember the place where he had seen the box. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he gently opened the pendant box.

Voldemort's pendant box was empty, because he had already sealed part of his soul in it. Regulus left his own things in his box, a letter to the Dark Lord.

"I know I'll be dead when you read this letter, but I want you to know: I discovered your secret, I've taken the real Horcrux and will destroy it as soon as possible.

I'm willing to die and curse you to become a mortal with flesh and blood when you meet your destined opponent."

Sirius read his brother's suicide note in a trembling tone. His eyes seemed to see the mocking smile on Regulus' face through the old handwriting in front of him.

"He has changed." Sirius put the letter to his heart and said proudly: "He is a brave wizard. He sees the true face of Voldemort and is willing to resist him for everyone. Even if he has to sacrifice his life, he will not hesitate!"

"I believe Regulus' curse will come true!" He raised the letter above his head and turned to say to everyone, "Voldemort will become a mortal and be killed by his destined opponent!"

Dumbledore's eyes condensed slightly, and his eyes glanced at Harry. He became more and more certain about the prophecy, believing that the boy who was a little flustered at the moment would eventually bring lasting peace to the wizarding world.

Harry's fate was closely linked to the prophecy, and he would be the one who defeated the Dark Lord.

With a flick of his wand, the Inferi that Harry ignored were silently burned into black ash. No matter how many Inferi were crawling up from the bottom of the lake, with the joint efforts of others, the number of Inferi rushing towards Harry remained in the single digit.

Harry, who was flustered at first, gradually regained his composure. He began to observe the spells of others and realized that only fire magic could effectively kill these Inferi.

However, Roger, who was standing at six o'clock, seemed to have other actions. He held a sword in his left hand and a fire in his right hand, and attacked the surging corpses fiercely, killing them in pieces.

"You moved too fast." Moody reminded Roger quietly, "Don't forget Albus's voice transmission just now."

"So, did you find Regulus's body?" Roger rolled his eyes at him and kicked a female Inferi into the Black Lake.

While Dumbledore and others were not paying attention, Roger asked in a very low voice: "Mad-Eye, you should be able to use the Unforgivable Curse, right?"

Moody's face condensed, and the movement of the wand slowed down. The Inferi that was cut in half by Roger crawled to his feet, and its black teeth bit his artificial leg fiercely, leaving a row of tooth marks.

"Get out!" Moody kicked hard, and the wand immediately spurted out a raging fire, sweeping the area in front of him.

"Why so fast?" Roger teased, "Don't forget the principal's voice transmission just now."

"I..." Moody opened his mouth, but couldn't find the right words to retort.

Since the Inferi in the lake seemed endless, there were at least 10,000 if not 8,000, so Moody simply let go and used magic to kill as many as he could.

"Mad-Eye, you haven't answered my question yet." Roger came closer again, and the two stood on the shore, creating a large no-man's land.

"What are you going to do?" Moody stared at him with his magic eyes, and warned in a low and stern voice: "Rogge, I won't teach you any unforgivable curses."

"Who cares?" Roger showed a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth. If there weren't so many people here, he would have experimented on the Inferi long ago.

He looked at the Inferi that climbed up, and his right leg kicked out quickly and unexpectedly like a waving whip, accurately stepping on a male Inferi under his feet.

"Try and see if you can control him with the Imperius Curse."

"What?" Moody subconsciously raised his voice, revealing a hint of shock in his tone: "Little guy, your thoughts are very dangerous. I think it is necessary to tell Albus..."

"Hehe, why don't you go down and get Regulus later." Roger rolled his eyes at him, and at the same time noticed that the number of Inferi rushing up began to decrease.

"Hurry up." He urged in a low voice, reminding Moody: "They will be killed soon. We are not gravediggers who go to the cemetery to steal corpses."

Moody was silent for a moment, and finally nodded with difficulty. He stared at Roger vigilantly, never giving him any chance to learn: "You go over there."

"Can you control this Inferi?"

Several dazzling red lights shot out from Moody's wand, chopping the Inferi under Roger's feet into human pigs. Seeing this, Roger secretly muttered about the other party's cruelty. If this was broadcast live by the Dragon Crystal Mirror, I'm afraid some guys who have nothing better to do would protest loudly: "The lives of the Inferi are also lives."

He shrugged and turned his back to Moody indifferently. Among the wizards present, Harry should be the most vigilant. Because he really doesn't know the Imperius Curse, but he can learn it very quickly.

Suddenly, an inopportune green light flashed through the darkness. Dumbledore and others turned their heads, their eyes full of vigilance and confusion.

"I was just thinking, can I use the Imperius Curse to control these Inferi." Moody hurriedly explained, but did not confess that this was Roger's bad idea, "If the experiment is successful, we can let the Inferi salvage Regulus' body."

"Watch out ahead." Dumbledore's voice was calm and powerful. With the gentle wave of his wand, the Inferi surging in front of Harry were swallowed by the flames and turned into ashes.

His movements were elegant and skillful, showing his deep strength as a headmaster. In fact, it also revealed that he had been paddling just now.

"I'm sorry, professor." Harry apologized quickly, and he dared not be distracted easily again.

At the same time, Moody was ordering a limbless Inferi to eat its severed limbs. The Inferi followed the order obediently, tearing the rotten flesh with its teeth and swallowing it.

"You are so disgusting." Roger covered his mouth and nose and said with disgust: "No wonder people call you Mad-Eye."

"Humph, this is not cruel." Moody responded unceremoniously, "I have seen with my own eyes how dark wizards skinned and deboned Muggles and animals, and then sewed them into another creature."

"The heart of a squid, the skin of a chameleon, the head of a pig, the hind half of a centaur..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a light cough from Dumbledore.

"Moody, have you found Regulus?" Dumbledore's voice was full of unquestionable power, which drew his attention back.

Moody responded, and then used his wand to emit flames to burn the Inferi under his feet.

With the participation of Lupin, the game of accompanying the prince to study became faster. The ranks of Inferi in the lake were becoming increasingly sparse, but the number of Inferi in front of Harry had increased from a few to more than a dozen.

He could now easily eliminate these dark creatures full of death, and even had time to observe the surrounding situation.

Sirius held the letter tightly, with a smile on his face, but tears in the corners of his eyes. Dawlish had already cleaned up the area he was responsible for, and with his arms crossed in front of his chest, he watched Moody control the Inferi with the Imperius Curse. Moody selected a few tall Inferi and ordered them to dive back into the water.

"In the Far East, Regulus's body must have turned into a corpse." Roger muttered boredly while wiping his sword.

Although Moody had never been to the Far East, he could understand Roger's meaning from the word "corpse". Under his magic eyes, the underwater situation was clearly reflected in his mind. Regulus's body was not far away, and the dead white face still had a hint of youthful immaturity.

Back then, Regulus was drowned in this water after drinking the potion. Now, he was sent back by the servants created by Voldemort. As a tool man, the Inferi sent him ashore and were ruthlessly killed by Moody.

"You are so cruel." Roger said half-jokingly, he stretched lazily, and Harry, not far away, finally finished his work.

Sirius ran to Regulus's body and kissed his younger brother's young cheek.

"Kreacher." He wiped the tears from his face and said solemnly: "Thank you. And Mr. Roger, thank you."

Roger smiled and handed him the wine glass on the ground: "I'm glad you don't hate me."

They left here with Regulus's body and letters. The midday sun embraced everyone warmly and dispelled the coldness in the body.

Roger looked at Dumbledore and said: "Principal, see you at the beginning of the school..."

"Wait a minute." Dumbledore smiled gently and asked: "Each college in the fifth grade will elect a new prefect..."

"Don't do that, I am a sophisticated egoist, but I don't have the consciousness of serving everyone." Roger quickly refused and took Kreacher to sit on the magic carpet in a hurry, "Then everyone, bye."