People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 146 The Corpse Transformed into a Spirit

Harry really forgot all his hesitation now.

After finding their way, they rushed into the blinding sunlight.

This is another world.

The wheels flew across the soft sea of ​​clouds,
Under the dazzling white sun, the sky is bright blue and boundless.

"Now all we have to do is watch out for the planes," said Ron.

They looked at each other and started laughing, and couldn't stop laughing for a long time.

They seemed to have entered a mythical dreamland.

This, Harry thought, was surely the best way to travel: in a sun-filled car, driving through swirling, towering clouds, with a bag of toffee under the dashboard, and imagining Sirius's surprise when they magically dropped from the sky and came to a steady stop at Grimmauld Place.

Didn't Sirius always think that he was too honest and not like a father?
After seeing this, Harry bet Sirius would never think so again.

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

The village of St. Catchpole was soon left far behind, replaced by a beautiful, winding coastline and lush, green valleys.

Then there are the ancient monasteries built on isolated islands, the open-air theaters carved out of the cliffs, and the quaint little fishing villages.

"This is Cornwall, we could have gone straight south across the English Channel to London."

"But I can't find the direction to 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 a hint of uneasiness in it.

"What do you want to say?"

"I think," Ron paused, "I think we might be late getting to London."

"Nothing," Harry said, running his hand through the clouds, "What's the big deal, this is so much fun. I was worried about arriving early."

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

Although Ron was very far-sighted and brought a lot of supplies for the long journey - iced pumpkin juice to quench thirst, chocolate frogs to resist hunger, and Thunderbolt Explosion cards to pass the time.

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

Chocolate frogs and toffee under the dashboard left their mouths dry.

Although there was iced pumpkin juice, it had already gone sour in the clouds closer to the sun, which made Harry regret not having learned the Freezing Spell.

This certainly wouldn't have happened if Basil or Hermione were here.

He and Ron had both taken off their overalls, but Harry's shirt was sticking to the back of his chair and his glasses kept sliding down 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 all kinds of household magic.

Even when she is not at home, when the weather is hot, there will be orchids in every corner of the house that continuously release cool air.

Now, even if the window is opened, what comes in is hot wind instead of cold air.

"Finally. Finally arrived in London." Ron said hoarsely after another hour.

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

The whole city of London lay below them, misty and faintly gleaming.

Below the clouds, it was much darker.

Ron tried to hold the accelerator and rise again, but the engine began to whine.

Harry and Ron looked at each other nervously.

"Maybe he's just tired," said Ron. "He's never walked this far before..."

Listening to the whining sound getting louder and louder, Harry suggested, "It's better to go down. There's a road below. You should know where Grimmauld Place is."

"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 takes less than 2 minutes by car.”

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

“I only know the general direction.”

As it descended, the whining sound of the car began to subside.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief. "You don't have to be familiar with it. We don't have to drive on the road. Just go down a little. Listen, the car is much more relaxed."

Below them were vehicles rumbling along the main road.

Ron looked at the traffic in amazement, "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. I guess you haven't used it yet. We're all going to the furnace door in Diagon Alley."

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

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

Harry followed the sound of Ron's invisible arm waving and looked over. He instantly recognized the familiar platform and the plastic sign.

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 forward in the opposite direction, and then go 700 yards to the right and you'll be there."

Harry glanced to his left in surprise, "Why do you look so familiar?"

Ron shrugged. "Going on a long journey is like playing wizard chess. You have to think about the next ten moves before you make the next move. Didn't you notice that Sirius left you a map? Maybe he's been expecting the doorbell to ring suddenly one day."

"You showed up at his door with a smile on your face."

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

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

Before Harry had time to familiarize himself with the appearance of his new limbs, they arrived at Grimmauld Place.

The two got out of the car quickly.

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

He put away his wand.

Ron shrank when he noticed this. "You're not going to cast a spell on Muggles. Here?"

Harry nodded, "If necessary."

Ron: If Harry isn't like his father enough, how much more outrageous must Harry's father be!

Without thinking much, he 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 must be number 12 Grimmauld Place." Harry adjusted his glasses.

Its appearance was completely different from the surrounding houses, with a broken door and extremely dirty walls.

But the people hurrying by don't even glance at it.

Their eyes were fixed only on the two houses at the side, as if they could not see the one in the middle at all.

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

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

"Here it is." Ron walked straight to the door of the neglected house.

The stone steps in front of the door were also dilapidated.

There was no sign on the door, the black paint had peeled off and was covered with scratches. The silver door knocker was in the shape of a large 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 a distinct sound of Apparition from behind the door.

A bullfrog-like deep voice sounded, "Who is it? The red-haired, freckled face, the bastard of the old traitor with dirty blood, and hiss! Harry Potter! The savior who will put an end to the half-blooded bastard devil who is even worse than an ant's piss!"

Ron muttered, "'Brat' must be talking about me. But why does it make me feel so comfortable listening to it! 'A half-blooded bastard who is worse than an ant's piss', haha, this must be Voldemort!"

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

The door creaked open.

A head popped out impatiently.

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

His eyes were bloodshot, watery and grey, and his fleshy nose was huge, almost like a pig's.

But what was most striking was his wrinkled, loose skin - several times more than his body actually needed.

He had a clean white cloth wrapped around his waist and a luxurious golden locket hanging on his waist, which was completely inconsistent with his simple attire.

His eyes went straight to Ron and said, "You must be Harry Potter!"

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

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

With a crackle, the house-elf disappeared from the spot.

Entering the hallway, Ron closed the door.

He looked at Harry helplessly, "I was ignored like this? Why does he trust us so much?"

Harry tried to hide his grin, "Sirius told him about us. But was the black sheep talking about Sirius?"

The row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall were lit up, casting a flickering, unreal light on the silvery wallpaper and bright green carpet in the long, gloomy hallway.

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

The chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table nearby were both shaped like giant snakes.

Typical Slytherin style.

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

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

His face was no longer as thin as before. His facial features became rounder and his pale skin was glowing with red.

The house-elf followed behind him, holding a large round plate with a green cushion on it.

There seems to be something on it.

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

Ron snorted and dodged Sirius' hug, "No, I know I'm just a bonus."

Hey! 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 of sorrow and seven parts of joy, "This is my brother, Regulus."

Harry rubbed his eyes. "Did he drink the shrinking potion? No, even if he did."

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

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

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

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

Harry was a little disappointed, "Ah, so we just missed Basil. Tough luck."

"What about Regulus?" Ron lowered his voice.

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

"It was Basil. He managed to bring Regulus back to life."

Time: 10 hours ago.

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

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

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

Then, Bagir 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, "You have a better idea? Oh, 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 about learning ancient magic words and delving deeply into the texts that magic cannot avoid."

“The same is true of Norse mythology.”

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

"But the gods came out stronger and defeated the giants. They killed Ymir, the founder of the giants."

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

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

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

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

Bajir put his hands behind his back and walked around the bed. "A large part of the magic passed down by Merlin also comes from Norse mythology."

“One of them was particularly interesting.”

"Just like elves can be born from the maggots that grow from Ymir's rotting corpse."

"The magical substances in the corpses 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 truly come alive and become a real life. A real living being with a heartbeat, temperature, the ability to cry, laugh, breathe, eat and excrete."

"And then Bagel turned Regulus into an elf?" Ron stared with his eyes wide open and his mouth opened into a zero shape.

Sirius nodded, "Yes. But it seems to be causing 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. "He probably just doesn't want to be questioned by Dumbledore and Nico Flamel."

(End of this chapter)