The years of welding at Hogwarts

Uh, the gentleman was not referring to Shafrin, but to Riddle.

Regulus was once one of the most loyal Death Eaters around Voldemort. His loyalty to Voldemort was far greater than that of old Malfoy, a fence-sitter who kept jumping back and forth. Only Bellatrix and Barty the Younger were as loyal to Voldemort as he was.

It is for this reason that Regulus was entrusted by Voldemort with the important task of protecting the Horcruxes.

But what Voldemort didn't know was that as the wizarding war he started progressed, Regulus, who had always followed him loyally, had gradually become aware of his crazy nature.

Originally, Regulus had been receiving brainwashing education from those old fogies in the Black family since he was a child. He was a fanatical believer in pure-blood supremacy and regarded Voldemort as the faith he wanted to follow in his life.

But when he gradually realized that Voldemort's actions were not actually promoting the pure blood theory that he longed for in his heart, but were simply using violent and cruel means to oppress and rule others.

Regulus, who had a strong sense of justice in his heart, chose to stand against his former master without hesitation after he realized that he had followed the wrong master.

In other words, he betrayed without hesitation, or of course a more accurate statement would be that he turned from darkness to light.

Kreacher was borrowed by Voldemort, actually taken away by Voldemort to help him hide the locket that had been made into a Horcrux. This was originally a certain death for Kreacher.

In order to complete the trap, Voldemort, who regarded the lives of house-elves as worthless, made Kreacher drink poison, which was so vicious that even a powerful wizard like Dumbledore could not resist it.

But Voldemort missed one thing. After drinking the poison, Kreacher did not die in endless pain as he had expected. This house-elf who was loyal to his master finally cast a spell with the support of his obsession to return to his master. In the end, he successfully escaped from the hiding place of the Horcrux and returned to Regulus.

It was because of this accident that Regulus learned the secret of Voldemort's immortality, which was actually relying on those Horcruxes that were extremely evil in the eyes of ordinary dark wizards.

Therefore, Regulus immediately came up with the idea of ​​destroying the Horcrux, even at the cost of his own life.

It’s a pity that Regulus didn’t know that Voldemort created more than just the locket as a Horcrux, nor did he know that destroying only this one Horcrux would not be enough to break Voldemort’s immortality.

Moreover, each Horcrux is protected by extremely powerful and evil black magic, which cannot be destroyed by a house-elf.

Regulus eventually fell to the heavy protection that Voldemort had set up against his Horcruxes, and Kreacher was unable to fulfill his master's dying wish.

This is a very regrettable ending.

Failure to complete his master's request became a sharp thorn in Kreacher's heart, firmly embedded in his heart and unable to be removed.

And now, Kreacher saw with his own eyes that this outsider who did not belong to the Black family was wearing the relic left by its owner Regulus around his neck...

Kreacher was almost like a madman, engraved in the house-elf's mind the taboo of not harming wizards.

The order was completely forgotten at this moment.

"Give the locket back to Kreacher!"

The voice of a house-elf is already shrill, and Kreacher's voice broke due to his excitement. The roar coming from his thin body sounded particularly creepy, and its horror was no less than scratching a blackboard with fingernails.

He waved his hands repeatedly, and beams of magical light bloomed on Kreacher's fingers one after another.

Although the servility of house-elves has long been an indelible mark rooted in their bones, they dare not act rashly even when facing a Squib who has no magical ability.

But this does not mean that their magical abilities are weak.

On the contrary, for some poor students with poor magical talent, if the house-elves dare to break the shackles in their hearts and take action brazenly, even ten normal adult wizards are likely to be beaten by a house-elf.

Not to mention that their innate talent for space teleportation can even rival legendary creatures like the Phoenix. Just the ability to lurk in the daily lives of wizards with almost zero sense of presence, coupled with some harmless low-level curses, is enough to give wizards of average magical ability a hard time.

As an elderly house-elf, Kreacher's mastery of his magical abilities did not weaken with the passage of time. Instead, he became extremely proficient in casting spells over the years.

Each of its fingers can be regarded as an independent magic wand, and the casting speed of seventeen spells in two seconds is not a difficult task for Kreacher.

However, these spells suddenly burst out like a storm, and the mysterious young man with the locket around his neck did not make any defensive moves at all.

The dense magic light bullets were one meter away from his body, as if they were frozen in the air by some invisible force and could no longer move.

Turning his head to look at Kreacher, the young man's calm face revealed a hint of barely perceptible disgust in his pair of dark yellow vertical pupils.

"Since when did a lowly creature like you dare to attack a wizard?"

Just one glance, and it was as if a petrification spell had hit Kreacher. A sense of fear that burst out from the depths of his heart completely frightened all his mind. The fear was so intense that it made him dare not make any movement at all.

Even my breathing seemed to have stopped for a moment.

Even his heartbeat slowed down to the extreme at this moment, for fear that any slight noise would annoy the terrifying existence in front of him.

Seemingly in a very good mood, the black-haired young man looked at his new body with interest while explaining something to Kreacher quite patiently.

"Besides, this is originally mine."

As he looked at his new body, the black-haired young man's interested smile quickly turned into disinterest.

"I have accumulated soul power for so long, but I can only create such a pitiful body. What a waste."

Shaking his head in self-mockery, the young man had no intention of paying any attention to Kreacher, the low-level elf. He simply shifted his gaze from himself to the decoration of this old house.

Looking at the dilapidated surroundings, the young man's pair of dark yellow snake-like vertical pupils revealed a look of disdain without any concealment.

"How could such a large Slytherin family be defeated by a newborn baby and have to survive as a wandering spirit? How did it end up being inherited by such a piece of trash?"

Salazar Slytherin made no secret of his disdain for the last surviving descendant of his.

Feeling that staying in such a place for one more second would be an insult to himself, Slytherin turned around and planned to leave the old house of the Black family.

But just as he was about to step out of the living room door, Kreacher's voice sounded behind him again.

"Hold the locket!"

Just a few simple words, but they seemed to drain all the courage from Kreacher's heart.

It roared in a fearless manner, "Give the locket left by Master Regulus back to Kreacher!"

"Your courage is commendable."

He turned around slowly, and although he said words of praise, there was no unnecessary emotion in Slytherin's snake eyes.

Slytherin slowly bent one of his fingers, "But your behavior..."

"But it's too stupid."

There was no magical fluctuation, just a slight flick of the finger, and Kreacher's body was like being hit head-on by Noah's Day Tiger, and flew backwards like a cannonball with a very high initial velocity.

With a deafening sound of shattering, Kreacher's body actually crashed through five walls in succession. It was not until its fragile back hit the sixth thick brick wall that it stopped because the impact force was weakened layer by layer until it completely disappeared.

Even so, its body had crashed into the wall, leaving fine cracks that spread like a spider web. Its entire body was deeply embedded in the wall, and it fell into a deep coma.

Dark red blood slowly flowed from the back

It then gushed out, gathering along the cracks in the wall to form a long dark-colored trail, and finally under the action of gravity, it gathered into huge droplets that fell on the ground.

The blood drops that collided with the ground burst out, forming one dark red flower after another.

Slytherin dropped his hand nonchalantly, with a calm expression on his face, as if what he had just done was just accidentally stepping on an insignificant ant to death.

With the sound of the door opening and closing, Salazar disappeared from the old house of the Black family at Grimmauld Place.

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In the mysterious underground space, when Noah mentioned the past, the hive's brain seemed to shut down again.

It looked as if someone had used a forgetfulness spell to erase some of Hive's key memories. At least from Noah's understanding, Hive's current forgetfulness was indeed like the sequelae of being roughly cast with a forgetfulness spell.

Although Noah didn't know how the spell of oblivion worked on a living being composed of countless tiny beings, it was obviously unrealistic for him to obtain some valuable information from the mouth of the hive.

Having lost its value, Noah just sighed and turned his attention to the huge altar standing not far away.

Of course, before figuring out the significance of this huge altar, Noah had to do another very important thing first, which was...

Make sure you don't end up like this beehive that has been hungry for who knows how many years and has starved itself into the fool it is now, trapped for eternity in such a hellhole place where you can't even see a giant Guangdong cockroach and can't get out for the rest of your life.

When he thought about the fact that he had merged with Fox's bloodline, and if the Phoenix clan's unique nirvana ability was also inherited by himself, then if he couldn't get out of this hellhole, wouldn't he never see the light of day again?

Due to the gift of Nirvana, the lifespan of the Phoenix can be said to be almost infinite.

Feeling the space marks he left in the Kamar-Taj London Temple and the Hogwarts Castle, Noah's face suddenly turned green.

Fortunately, the situation is not the worst.

Although the space he was in now seemed to be very far away from the space marks he left behind, as if this mysterious underground palace was not on the earth, or was not in the same dimension as the real world that Noah was familiar with.

But Noah could still sense the existence of those spatial markers.

"It's still a bit troublesome, alas..."

However, with such a long distance, let alone ordinary Apparition, even the Phoenix's spatial teleportation talent would not allow him to return to Hogwarts.

Nuoyuan sighed helplessly.

Didn't he just want to go deep into the basement of Hogwarts Castle to find the key magic node, and then build a super-large magic circle based on that magic hub that could support a magic temple?

How did I get myself into such a big trouble?

Now it seems that the only way is to let his spirit temporarily return to the world with the help of the hazy illusion and mirror space.

Chapter 323 The Newly Upgraded Hogwarts

Using the power of the hanging ring to travel through the multiverse is a skill mastered by many mystics of Kamar-Taj, but Noah now has a big problem.

Noah he...

"Once" was an orthodox Kamar-Taj mystic.

But ever since Noah came to this magical world with nothing, where the combat power level is shockingly low but the idealism of the energy system is so high that it is insane, he has become a master of magic.

Noah is no longer the poor little wizard who needs to borrow high-interest loans and then painfully pay back the interest to the demons from various dimensions.

Many orthodox spells from Kamar-Taj are not applicable to the magic system of this world.

Without improvements to make them compatible with the magic of this world, the Kamar-Taj spells that remain in Noah's memory, except for the most basic spells of using magic to shape various weapons and armor, other spells basically cannot be cast by relying on the magic of this world.

Therefore, after going through rounds of changes, except for the basic magic of rubbing swords and shields, which is still the orthodox magic of Kamar-Taj, all the secret arts of Kamar-Taj that Noah learned...

Well, now, apart from Noah, the improver, only Bald Qiang from the orthodox Kamar-Taj in the neighboring universe can tell what these messy spells that Noah usually casts are.

Noah sucked his teeth, looking like he had a toothache.

"How does the mirror space work..."

Before the magic circle of the temple was deployed, wanting to use the mirror space without the help of the magic net and the hanging ring as an auxiliary tool was as difficult as trying to create an atomic bomb out of thin air with just an abacus as a calculating tool.

Ever since he found a way to enter the hazy illusion, Noah's need for the mirror space spell was not so urgent.

So what if I master the mirror space?

Without absorbing the power of the dark dimension to enhance his affinity with space, Noah could not be like Gellert Grindelwald,

Sorry, it's Hannibal Lake...

That doesn’t seem right, Max…

Oh yes, it's Casillas.

Noah is not like his classmate Casillas in Kamar-Taj, who, after receiving the magic power bestowed by Dormammu, has the ability to interfere with the real world and can flatten and round the surrounding space at will.

That requires extremely in-depth research on mirror space, or extremely high attainments in space magic.

Unable to control the mirror space at will and turn it into a battlefield similar to the Meta Realm, the only effect of this spell for Noah is to transform him into an invisible assassin who can come and go freely in the mirror space.

When his own strength is enough to be invincible, why is he still trying to sneak in? Is it interesting?

The so-called perfect infiltration means that no enemy discovers you. In other words, as long as you kill all the enemies you encounter during the infiltration, it is a perfect infiltration.

Is there anything wrong with this statement?

No problem at all.

Therefore, he did not waste his precious time and energy to study how to improve such a useless spell.

In particular, he also mastered the method of entering the hazy illusion, and relying on the outrageous soul strength he gained from traveling through three lifetimes, he launched unilateral slaughter on those weak souls at the soul level.

This makes the mirror space seem even more useless.

But it was not until today that Noah realized what it meant to regret not having enough books when you need them, and to regret not having enough money at the end of the month...

Phew, the magic I have is not enough when I’m in trouble.

The mirror space can no longer be relied upon.

Noaya glanced at the hive in the distance, which was still running a game on an antique machine from thirty years ago, causing it to be unable to recover from the downtime in a short period of time.

Although he didn't know why the monster in front of him had inexplicably let go of its hostility towards him, Noah still couldn't let go of his vigilance towards the hive.

Noah arranged several defensive magics around himself that left no blind spots. However, he was still not confident about the protective capabilities of a series of defensive magics such as super armor, patronus spell, impregnable wall, and safe guard.

As the magic wand rotated, a red Saffron brand gas stove burned around Noah. The red flame looked like natural gas of low purity.

After arranging all this and setting a warning spell, Noah closed his eyes with peace of mind and sat down with his legs crossed.

In the invisible field of vision of the hive, an illusory spirit quietly floated out of Noah's body and sank into a space crack that quietly bloomed in the void.

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