Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 272: Conversation at the Table
"Okay, I guess I got it right." Kate shrank her neck.

"Yes. But there is one thing I want to remind you of. Regarding the locket, when Voldemort's Horcrux sensed me, he admired my boundless magic power in his heart, but that was a wrong concept."

"He wasn't wrong about my magic."

"It's that he, and even most wizards in the world, have made a wrong judgment about magic." Ryan emphasized, suddenly remembering that Kate had just read the mind of Voldemort's soul.

"The most powerful wizard in this world will not have more than three times the magical power of an ordinary wizard."

"Magic power does increase with greater knowledge, stronger will, and increased age."

"But this is actually not as much as the wizard himself imagined. The feeling of ten or twenty times growth is just an illusion."

"Magic power is a spiritual power. Its transformation is actually a qualitative transformation."

"You think you have a lot more magic power, but in fact it's just a breakthrough in your control over magic power and its quality," Ryan said.

In fact, it’s not that the wizards in the magic world are incompetent. If Ryan didn’t have a panel himself, he could clearly see that the magic value on it was only 49.

I'm afraid he would have the same opinion as the wizards in the magical world - because when Ryan sensed the magic power in his body that had an endless recovery ability like an Ouroboros, his perception was no different from Voldemort's.

"Ah, then how much magic power do I have, calculated according to your statement?" Kate asked curiously.

Ravenclaw's unique curiosity made her even temporarily forget the trip Ryan promised her, and then she continued to ask where the trip was going.
"If the magic power value of an ordinary little wizard is 10, yours is about 21," Ryan said.

To be honest, Kate's magic power can be compared with that of Rubeus Hagrid, the descendant of Hagrid, the Lord of Monsters. If they were the same age, Kate's magic power would probably be even greater.

On the other side, in the old Black house at 12 Grimmauld Place, a surprising scene took place.

An Inferi was actually eating. The fragrant roast chicken, plump pies, juicy steaks, and crispy fried chicken legs were all processed by Regulus and entered his stomach.

The scene was very strange, as if the strict and self-disciplined Percy had suddenly adopted Ron's way of eating.

His marble-white fingers were covered in grease and sauce.

Kreacher stood aside in high spirits, the rags wrapped in his body had been starched and washed until they turned white, and he looked at everything in front of him with ecstatic eyes.

Harry suspected that even if Dobby, whom he hated the most, talked about freedom in front of him at this time, Kreacher would turn a blind eye.

"I thought I was crazy at first." At the dining table, Sirius, with bloodshot eyes, looked at his younger brother lovingly, and handed Regulus a piece of pie from time to time.

"What kind of magic is this?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

Draco's eyes were dazed, as if he was frantically recalling knowledge about the Inferi in his mind.

Ron didn't touch the food in front of him, his butt just touched the bench, as if he was worried that Regulus would suddenly break free and bite him.

Even Lupin looked unaware, considering that they slept in the same room.

"Harry, it's not magic."

"Maybe because Regulus is a wizard?"

"In short, that crazy elf Kreacher was right - Regulus is still alive!"

"He doesn't seem to need to eat, and can replenish his energy in the darkness, but Regulus obviously still has memories, knows how to eat, and knows that I and that annoying Kreacher are his close family members."

"Can you believe it? I've already opened the portrait of my crazy mother."

"But you listen? There's no noise at all."

Seeing Regulus come back and still be able to walk, drink, and stop talking nonsense." said Sirius.

For the first time his face was filled with the feeling of life that had been lacking until now, despite the color he had regained from healthy eating and exercise.

Even the arrival of Harry and Lupin only made him temporarily happy, but beneath that smile, it was obvious that he was still alienated from everything in the world.

"You shameless loser, you filthy bastard, you broke my mistress's heart."

"Master Regulus' return is the result of the efforts of Master Potter and his friends. The mistress didn't insult you, and Master Sirius didn't know how to reflect on himself."

"Master Regulus has forgotten a lot and doesn't know how to eat. Master Sirius doesn't know how to help him?"

"Hey, hey, even my greatest Master Regulus doesn't understand." Kreacher said.

But his voice combined with his words was strange.

Like Harry's Uncle Vernon, gently telling Harry that he was a freak.

"Oh, how could I forget." Sirius was not angry. Instead, he smiled so much that his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

He pulled out his wand, and the grease on Regulus's face, hands, and even collar was gone.

Seeing his brother approaching, Regulus put down his food and stared at Sirius with confused eyes.

"Come, Regulus, let me feed you." Sirius picked up a chicken leg.

"I think Severus will be very disappointed," Lupin said suddenly.

"What does this have to do with Professor Snape?" Ron, who was not in the mood to eat, gossiped.

Harry couldn't help but prick up his ears.

And Sirius had no reaction when he heard the name of the snot he hated the most, and when his friend called Snape so intimately.

"I came to Sirius's house and recently made a special effort to review the past issues of the Daily Prophet - I didn't have the habit of subscribing to newspapers before."

"After all, it's hard for someone like me to find a job."

"From the newspapers, the article about Sirius, and my recent correspondence with Dumbledore - because I will be your teacher next school year, the assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"In order to get Sirius out of prison, Severus used his influence as the Head of Slytherin and the Master of Potions to the extent that Dumbledore was unable to help."

"That's right," said Lupin.

"What? Snotlout?" At this moment, even Sirius, who was immersed in the intimacy with his younger brother, couldn't help but return to reality.

At the Black family's house, Harry and his friends, who had passively learned a lot about their past these days, were full of doubts.

"How could that be! Professor Snape is a good person, but he is not that bad--" This is Harry.

"That old Bat?" Ron.

"Is this really our Dean?" There was no doubt about it, Draco.

"I had the same expression as you did when I analyzed some of the truth and later learned everything from Dumbledore's letter." Lupin made a face.

"Kreacher, serve Regulus dinner," said Sirius.

All he wanted now was to know what Snotlout, no, that guy Snape, was thinking.

(End of this chapter)