The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 215 Dumbledore's Arrival

12 Morig Place.

The atmosphere at Blake's old house was slightly awkward.

Similarly, Sirius was also in a bind, regretting his previous impulsiveness.

Now that I've calmed down, I realize that I could have just quietly told Dumbledore about this.

"It's all Kreacher's fault!"

Sirius Black secretly grumbled to himself that the word "noble and pure bloodline" had misled him too much.

Compared to Sirius's frustration, Ino was much calmer. Although she was a little angry at first, she quickly calmed down.

He's just a stupid idiot, not worth it.

If Sirius Black had been truly intelligent, the Potters might not have died so easily.

In this awkward silence, time ticked by.

……

At the same time.

The Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

A blue streak of light flashed, and Fied appeared on the office desk.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the phoenix, Fox did not show any hostility. Instead, he let out a soft, enthusiastic cry, then grabbed some herbs from the shelf and appeared beside the phoenix.

Faced with this eager flattery, Fiddler didn't even glance at it, simply standing quietly on the table. It always remembered Ino's instructions: don't appear before ordinary young wizards, and don't cry out casually…

On the large desk, two phoenixes, one blue and one red, stand together, creating a pleasing scene.

But this scene was quickly shattered when someone appeared in the office.

"Long time no see, Fiddle." Dumbledore walked to the table with a smile and naturally took the letter.

The letter was short; to save time, Ino only wrote a brief sentence, mentioning the names.

When he put the envelope down again, the smile on Dumbledore's face had disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.

"Fied! Please take me to Ino."

Fied nodded gently. With more than half a year of growth, his brief period of confused thinking gradually disappeared.

It can understand a lot of things now.

……

A blue streak of light flashed by.

Dumbledore suddenly appeared at Black's old house.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Sirius Black, as if he had found his pillar of support, immediately went up to greet him.

With just a fleeting glance, combined with the atmosphere in the room and the contents of the letter, Dumbledore had already guessed the gist of the matter.

"Thank you for your trust, Sirius," Dumbledore replied with a smile, then changed the subject: "However, you can try to trust Ino, because I trust him very much."

Although he was speaking to Sirius, Dumbledore kept a close eye on Ino's changes in the room.

"Ha!" Reading the implication, Ino chuckled softly. "Professor, I agree more with Mr. Black's approach; it's always better to be cautious."

Mr. Black, the polite address that appeared once again, made Sirius look awkwardly at the floor. Despite his embarrassment, he briefly recounted the whole story to Dumbledore.

But as Sirius Black continued his narration, Dumbledore's expression grew increasingly serious.

A brave and kind person realized their mistake and chose to sacrifice themselves to protect more people...

……

A few minutes later.

"Tom's magical talent is unparalleled, but he has not learned to control it."

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed softly, his words always carrying a hint of regret.

"But before dealing with the relics, we need to welcome back the heroes who fought silently."

Upon hearing this, Ino couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Dumbledore's prestige was not solely based on strength; his wisdom, kindness, and understanding of people's hearts allowed this centenarian to handle everything with ease.

Are the Dark Lord's relics important? Undoubtedly. But Dumbledore didn't immediately pay them any attention; instead, he thought of Regulus.

No matter how you look at it, there's absolutely nothing to criticize about this.

Dumbledore showed the utmost respect to both the deceased and the living.

"Professor..." Sirius choked up, unable to speak. He hadn't expected Dumbledore to choose to bring back Regulus's remains so soon.

"I know!" Dumbledore said calmly. "Compared to dealing with Tom's belongings, I think it's more important to bring the hero back to light. Otherwise, what's the difference between us and Voldemort?"

Sirius seemed deeply moved and nodded emphatically: "Kreacher!"

The true protagonist of the Horcrux Slytherin Pendant, the house-elf Kreacher, reappears in the living room.

Seemingly waiting for a call, Kreacher appeared but ignored Sirius, instead bowing deeply to Ino and then to Dumbledore.

"Old Kreacher knows! He knows the young master is in the lake, but Kreacher can't do anything about it, there are just too many of them... Kreacher is useless, he can't bring the young master back..."

As Kreacher spoke, he clenched his fists and pounded his head hard.

After a vigorous activity, all three people present saw the wounds that Kreacher had hidden under the tattered burlap.

Countless scratches and bites, some already healed, others seemingly from just a few days ago. Moreover, at a glance, those old and varied wounds were clearly not caused by Kreacher's self-mutilation, because it didn't have a mouth and hands that big.

"Stop, Kreacher," Sirius calmly ordered.

However, within this calm tone, there was a subtle hint of approval and sympathy.

"Take me to Regulus now!"

……

House-elves are, in some ways, exceptionally gifted magical creatures, because their apparition abilities far surpass those of wizards.

After Sirius Black was taken away by Kreacher, the Black family mansion fell silent.

"Thank you for your trust, Professor." Ino turned to look at Dumbledore beside him.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the old headmaster never asked the reason for the incident. Of course, even if he had, he would have used the excuse of divination to brush it off.

But the other party didn't say a word about it. This kind of trust... sometimes Ino wondered if he was Dumbledore.

Although it was just a joke, this almost blind trust made him feel vaguely strange.

A soft "bang!" was heard.

Kreacher reappeared in the old house's living room.

……

After a dizzying spin, when Ino opened her eyes again, she found herself in a spacious cave.

The faint sound of ocean waves could be heard all around.

A soft sound came from the air again, and Dumbledore's was brought by Kreacher.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Kreacher walked to a rock face, pulled out a rusty kitchen knife, and excitedly exclaimed, "This is it!"

The knife sliced ​​through her wrist, but another beam of red light beat her to it.

"Disarm you!"

Ino looked at the knife in her hand. It wasn't rust at all; it was just dark spots from congealed blood.

Before he arrived, he had changed his opinion when he saw the hidden wounds on Kreacher's body.

Especially now, with this skillful bloodletting process, God knows how many times Kreacher has tried it by himself over the past ten years.

(End of this chapter)