A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Blake's expression instantly became serious, his steps were quick and powerful, and he came to Joey in the blink of an eye. The sharp gaze shot out from those deep eyes, as if to pierce the opponent.

"What did you mean by what you just said?" His voice was low and full of aggression.

Joey's body trembled involuntarily, but he quickly gathered his courage. His eyes widened and he shot back without fear: "Didn't you read today's newspaper?"

"Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, sprinkle the mirror with light and shadow powder, and you can see what is published in the newspaper." He smiled disdainfully at Sirius and left here.

"Right." As if he suddenly remembered something, he turned around suddenly and attracted the wizard in the Leaky Cauldron.

Joey's voice rose a few degrees and was clearly conveyed to every corner: "The quantity of light and shadow powder is limited, and the time to collect it is until 7pm tomorrow night."

Black took out a stack of galleons directly from his sleeve, neatly stacked them in a pile, and placed them in front of Burke. Bock's eyes flashed with greed. He smiled and held Galen over, opened the wooden box, and put these cute little guys inside.

"Then who knows. It's possible that they are made of small crystal fragments." The companion shrugged and said half-jokingly, "But do you think the diamonds in the wizarding world and the Muggle world will be damaged by this kind of powder?" Start raising prices?”

"I'll give you a 50% discount!" Bock quickly changed his words, hoping to calm Black's anger with a low price. There is no need to dance with guns and sticks if business cannot be done without righteousness.

Blake's expression remained gloomy, but he still lowered his wand. He threw out a money bag and slammed the counter: "If you dare to trick me, I will burn your shop!"

Suddenly, a hand pushed him roughly, and a rude voice immediately sounded: "New here? Go to the back and line up with the light and shadow fans." The man pointed to the announcement on the wall and motioned for Blake to read it himself.

Black suddenly pulled out his wand and snorted at Burke: "Say that again?"

"Hero?" A passing wizard couldn't help laughing disdainfully when he heard this, "Isn't he a Death Eater? Could it be that he betrayed the mysterious man?"

More than a decade ago, when Dumbledore recruited Mundungus to join the Order of the Phoenix, Black had no favorable impression of the dirty thief. However, when the Order of the Phoenix was formed again, they truly realized the importance of Mundungus.

The bald wizard knew all about Knockturn Alley and could get all kinds of news circulating in the underground world. The grass on his grave is now five feet tall, and the Order lost its eyes and ears as a result of his death.

"Tonight at 7 o'clock, with a mirror, a pinch of powder, and a spell, you can see the unknown hero of the wizarding world: Regulus Black." Her clear voice echoed in the Black ancestral home.

"Who allowed you to promote this to them?" Blake's voice was like the arctic wind, cold and biting.

Blake nodded and tapped the walnut wand lightly on the glass ball. As if a mist was injected, the gray inside the sphere became more turbid.

"Dear Mr. Sirius, if you give me another 10 Galleons, I will give you a traceless expansion pack full of historical significance." Like a fly, Bock rubbed his hands back and forth in front of him, trying to seduce Black. Spend more money.

"Don't be anxious, Black." Burke comforted him in a soft voice, "Regulus once accepted a mission from a mysterious man and asked him to bring a house elf..."

Blake's eyes quickly glanced at the announcement, and before he knew it, he had been squeezed into the queue by the crowd. He looked to the left and right and found that the story of Tom and Jerry was displayed on the shop windows without exception.

Wizards in the British wizarding community can receive a box of light and shadow powder (worth 1 galleons) for free at Gringotts or major wizarding taverns. Deadline for collection...

The clever wizard had a smug smile on his lips, and seemed to have seen a business opportunity: "Last time Dumbledore went to the United States, it caused chaos in the potion market. Hehe, maybe we can make a fortune from diamonds this time. "

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Bock excitedly grabbed the money bag, counted it once, and then continued: "After the house elf was taken away by the mysterious man, your brother lost news very quickly."

"Hold it backwards." Lu Ping reminded gently.

The other party was relieved and quickly jumped out of the door of the bar, not daring to stop at all.

"I swear!" he shouted at the store that had its storefront burned down. "In the future, the wizards of the Black family and his friends will receive a 50% discount!"

"Black-hearted Mr. Bock, can't you look at the world with kind eyes?" someone asked sadly.

Seeing that there was no chance, everyone around them dispersed with disappointment and laughter.

Burke secretly glanced at Sirius, the eldest son of the Black family, whom he had seen growing up. In his eyes, besides being a generous and generous person, Sirius could not think of any other adjective to describe him.

He stopped, his eyes flashing fiercely, "Fire Spell."

"Help you promote it? Humph!" Black's face was gloomy, and before the goblin could finish speaking, he scolded and left.

Blake pushed open the door of Bojinbok's store. The soybean-sized candlelight inside the store illuminated various magical props of unknown origin, making them look even more terrifying. The severed hand in the glass case seemed to greet Blake, while the magic eye in the glass jar moved as he moved.

"Regulus is indeed my favorite son." Before Mrs. Black could react, she shouted to Sirius in her sarcastic tone: "You, a traitor to the family, should learn from your brother."

At this moment, a question stood in front of him: go home, or wander around for a while.

The wizards of Knockturn Alley gathered around the shop, and some seemed to be kind enough to help, but Burke drove them away with a stern warning.

Even Lovegood’s Quibbler and Rita’s Daily Prophet published exactly the same news. He braced his arms on the window sill, realizing that this was the work of the Ministry of Magic, their official definition of Regulus.

Bock swallowed and cursed secretly: "This big wolf dog is still as impulsive as before."

"Bock!" Blake knocked on the counter and caught a glimpse of the telephones piled high in the corner.

As if he couldn't believe his eyes, he pushed Tonks away and walked quickly to the window sill. The second newspaper, the third newspaper... all the newspapers said the same thing.

At this moment, he felt that he was no longer a homeless wanderer, but a warrior who had defeated his family's prejudice. In this mansion that was once filled with oppression and prejudice, he felt not alone!

"He betrayed Voldemort! He betrayed his mother who loved him the most! He betrayed the self-righteous family! And your pure-blood ideas that should be flushed down the toilet!" Sirius said loudly, staring at the flustered expression of his mother in the portrait.

"Why?" He pinched the card given by the goblin and asked himself softly, "Why? Why!..." His voice was sometimes soft and sometimes doubtful, but soon became loud and firm.

"One unit only costs 100 galleons. Considering your great cause, I think you need at least 5 units." The corners of Bock's mouth raised, and the word greed seemed to pop out of his eyes.

They put on their hoods and discussed in low voices the recent unusual events in the wizarding world, and then their figures gradually disappeared into the dark depths of Knockturn Alley. Blake quietly watched them leave. After hesitating for a moment, he turned right and stepped into the alley that exuded a musty smell.

"Damn it, it's my shop!"

They sped towards Diagon Alley, with only one thought in mind: they must not miss the opportunity to get something for free.

"Li Huo?!" He gritted his teeth with hatred and stomped his right foot heavily on the ground. Looking at the burned goods, he hurriedly used a counter-spell to quell the ferocious fire.

"certainly……"

"You're lying to me, right?" Although her voice was still strong, her eyes showed a pleading light.

The two goblins looked at each other, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with their words and actions. They shook their heads helplessly, obviously unable to understand that there are still people in the world who have trouble with money.

"Learn from him? Hahaha..." Sirius laughed, and he patted his chest and said, "Don't you understand yet? Although the Ministry of Magic has not disclosed the reason why he is regarded as a hero. However, he must have betrayed Voldemort. He must have done something to be killed silently.”

"Call me Sirius." Black responded coldly to Burke's enthusiasm. He put the card on the counter and pushed it over with two fingers. "Do you have any news about this?"

Blake didn't care about the damage caused by the fierce fire to Borgin's store. He looked indifferently at the city of London under the night and whispered to himself: "It's best to burn it all." His voice drifted in the night wind, With a hint of grim contentment.

"Ha, this is Knockturn Alley, not Diagon Alley." He sneered and waved his wand quickly, and a solid brick wall rose in response, isolating the store from the outside world. "Your kindness should remain. Go to the next street."

"It's ridiculous," he thought silently in his mind, with a hint of sarcasm in his mouth, "Can't a cat even catch a mouse?" He continued walking, thinking to himself, "Even if I become an Animagus, I can still Get Peter."

Before the moon completely fell into the sea level, he still couldn't figure out how Regulus died. There was always a feeling in his mind that there seemed to be some key information that he had overlooked.

Even Old Tom, who had always been calm, hurriedly left his bar and ran to the backyard in three steps at a time. He secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that the light and shadow fans would still have their share.

"Merlin, why didn't I think of that!" another person sighed, pointing to Neville's herbal shop, "Have you noticed that the price of herbal medicine has also started to rise recently. A bottle of Salamander used to cost 15 Knuts. The bile has now risen to 1 sickle..."

Bock roared in rage, trying to extinguish the raging flames with a spring of water. However, this is not a blazing fire, and ordinary spells are completely useless against it.

The wizards no longer cared about maintaining their usual elegance and reserve. In line with the principle of not taking advantage of the bastard, they rushed out of the Leaky Cauldron one by one like tigers descending a mountain.

The goblin's cunning little eyes stared closely at Black. A sly smile appeared on his face, and he said seductively: "Do you want to earn an extra galleon? Not light and shadow powder, but gold coins..."

Sirius frowned and recited it silently in his mind. The content posted above was exactly the same as what was on the card, except that "tomorrow night" was changed to "tonight."

"No!" Old Mrs. Black covered her face and let out a harsh scream. Her body trembled in the frame, as if she was crying at the unacceptable fact, "It's not like this, it's not like this!"

"Oh!" Tonks' cheeks flushed slightly and she quickly turned the newspaper over. Like the previous three days, there was only one message on the entire page of the newspaper.

"What on earth is it?" He shook his head in distress and jumped down from the top of the tower. The moment he hit the ground, he immediately used his wand to stabilize his body and levitate in the air.

"Sir, this is your light and shadow powder." The goblin on the left picked up a small box and handed over a card. "All the relevant information is on this card. We don't know anything else."

"The treacherous son who betrayed the family, the ungrateful and dirty son. And those of your friends, the old traitors of the pure-blood family, the filthy..." Old Mrs. Black in the portrait continued her usual insults.

"There are many story versions circulating in the underground world. Some say he betrayed the mysterious man and escaped from the UK; others say he gave his life for the mysterious man. However, a new story has been circulating recently. He betrayed the mysterious man but did not escape. go out……"

The same question echoed in Blake's heart, and his eyes became deeper, as if he was thinking about the answer to this question. He knew his brother better than most, but now the words on the card confused him.

Joey's eyes began to sparkle with tears, and his voice was filled with pleading. Blake snorted coldly, with obvious disdain in his tone: "Get out!"

"A hero? Or a traitor..." Blake's heart was troubled by an unprecedented contradiction. He stood on the top of the London Clock Tower, silently in a daze.

"Mr. Black, you are so generous." Bock smiled ingratiatingly, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the pile of unused magic telephones, and Rogge's face actually appeared in front of his eyes.

The goblin on the left whispered softly, while handing out the light and shadow powder and card to the next person in line, "Do you want to earn an extra galleon..."

There was a joy of revenge in his heart, as if the hatred for many years had finally been vented. "Yes, it is your most proud son, Regulus." He added coldly.

"Guest, wait a minute!" Bock shouted in a smooth tone, combing his greasy and reflective hair with his hands, "My dear, noble Master Black, is there anything I can do for you?" He said There was a hint of flattery in his voice, but his eyes revealed shrewdness and calculation.

"Oh, a low-quality two-way mirror?" Black sneered, changed the subject, and scolded sternly: "Tell me everything you know about Regulus! Otherwise..."

His lips trembled as he continued to explain: "The goblins recruited many people to help them publicize." He swallowed and asked Black not to be angry, "I swear to Merlin, I just helped with publicity. They gave me 1 Galleons as reward.”

As he laughed, the atmosphere in the room gradually changed from tense to relaxed, even taking on a hint of celebration. Sirius's actions were like a sharp sword, completely cutting away the shadow of his past.

"Padfoot, did you see that?" Tonks' voice was full of excitement. She almost jumped and shouted to Sirius, "The newspapers said he was a hero."

Sirius felt a little dazed for a moment, his thoughts seemed to drift far away, and then slowly returned to reality. "Hero?" he asked with some uncertainty, "Did the newspaper really say that?"

"Tonight at 7 o'clock, you will see the truth!" Sirius declared loudly, his laughter echoing in the room, his eyes filled with brilliant light. This light is not only a recognition of Regulus, but also a victory for the false beliefs of the entire family.

Blake stood at the corner where Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley meet. He leaned his shoulders lightly against the wall and began to read the card in his hand word by word with the faint light from the sign of the Flash Golem House opposite.

"That's right!" Tonks opened her arms and opened the newspaper completely.

In the blink of an eye, Bojinbok's sign was completely swallowed up by the fierce fire. The flames grew stronger, melting the glass and flowing into the house. After a short delay, several items were burned.

Blake's face turned ugly. He suppressed the anger surging in his heart and asked coldly: "How much."

"Wow, I've made a lot of money..." The glass door swung back and forth, and Bock's excited voice came out intermittently, entering the ears of Sirius outside the door.

Two goblins in black suits sat behind the table. One of the goblins with a wrinkled face pointed at a glass ball and said, "Tap it lightly with your wand. If it lights up, it means you have received it."

He originally thought that after the magic camera became popular, the magic phone made by Rogge would also be a big seller. However, the wizards in the magical world didn't buy it at all. The goods he spent thousands of galleons purchased were ignored, and to date, only 3 units have been sold.

Looking at the magic phone that was pushed towards him, his face was full of anger towards the treacherous wizard in front of him, so much so that he missed the flash of inspiration in his mind.

"Sirius, they will be helpful to your career." Bock held the phone in his arms and promoted: "No matter where you are, you can call your friends as long as you pick up the phone."

"Don't I know your thoughts?" He stood in front of the store that had lost its walls and doors, with his back to the smoke, and said through gritted teeth, "Even if I burn this place to ashes, I will never let it go. The thief from Knockturn Alley got in!"

She even looked at Molly, the fat witch from the pure-blood old traitor's family. She hoped that someone would stand up and deny Sirius's remarks and give her a glimmer of hope.

Sirius released his long-repressed emotions while laughing. He completely tore off the velvet cover and let the fiery morning light shine on the portrait without any obstruction. The face of Mrs. Black in the portrait is distorted, looking even more ferocious and uneasy.

He suddenly remembered that Azkaban had been breached by a mysterious man and turned into an abandoned castle. Even if Sirius was really captured, there would be no place to imprison him.

Black listened to Burke's words and felt that he was just talking nonsense. These different stories all came from the drunken whims of wizards in the tavern.

Bock pretended to think, his eyes moving wildly. Soon, a flattering smile broke out on his face, and he said in a mysterious tone: "I have heard some things, but it was so long ago that I even forgot that you have a younger brother."

Suddenly, Sirius burst out laughing with an almost insane sense of relief. He grabbed the newspaper at hand, ran to the hall, and yanked off the cloth covering his mother's portrait.

Sirius decided to put aside the confusion in his heart for the time being and started walking towards Grimmauld Place. When he pushed open the door of the mansion, people inside were gathering together, discussing the latest news in the newspaper.

Now, evidence is needed to prove the reports are true and irrefutable.

"Black!" Burke rushed out in panic and shouted towards the alley, "I want the Ministry of Magic to arrest you! Put you, put you..."

Notice from the Ministry of Magic and The Laurel Company:

"If you could buy some, I might be able to recall more." Bock hinted shamelessly.

Blake ignored him and stuffed all the phones into his waist pocket. He walked heavily and left the Bojinbok store without looking back.

The light of morning gradually spread out, seeming to respond to his question. Today's rising sun is particularly bright red, gushing out from the sea and reflecting the whole world.

Blake clenched his wand and walked towards Diagon Alley with heavy steps. His figure cast a long shadow under the dim street light, looking lonely and determined.

Sirius' words echoed in the air, laughter mixed with mixed emotions of anger and sadness. He was happy because his brother finally recognized the truth and stood up to Voldemort and those stupid purebloods.

As the flow of people moved forward, Black was pushed forward. Ten minutes later, he finally arrived at the bottom of the stairs of Gringotts.

The card read: "Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, with a mirror, a pinch of powder, and a spell, you can see the unknown hero of the wizarding world: Regulus Black."

"That's enough!" Sirius shouted at the portrait, "Look what this is!"

"Shh!" The person next to him hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, and at the same time lowered his voice to warn his companions: "Don't talk nonsense. Neither the Ministry of Magic nor the Dark Lord are existences we can afford to offend."

The clinking of pots and pans kept coming, and the noise gave him a headache. Especially when he saw the Tom cat who was constantly being teased by mice, his brows wrinkled involuntarily.

He raised the newspaper and almost put the report on the tip of Old Lady Black's nose: "Your most proud son, Regulus, who you regard as the pure-blood heir, is now a hero in the magical world."

Harry, Weasley and others looked at each other in silence. They agreed with Sirius' statement that Regulus, a former Death Eater, was actually a hero against Voldemort.

The tip of the wand flashed with green light, obviously containing evil magic such as Unforgivable. A trace of fear flashed in Joey's eyes. He quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, with a tremor in his voice: "It was Gringotts, they asked me to do this."

"I'm going, why didn't you tell me earlier?" As soon as he finished speaking, the noise in the bar almost broke the roof.

He reached into his pocket, took out the wrinkled card, and murmured to himself: "7 o'clock in the evening, right?"

"However, the Ministry of Magic is too generous!" He opened the box carefully, his eyes were attracted by the glittering light and shadow powder in the box, and he couldn't help but muttered: "But the powder ground with the purest diamonds can only be sold in one box. 1 Galleons is really worth it.”

When I think of the ancestral home in Grimmauld Place, the younger brother whom my mother was so proud of inevitably comes to mind. He admitted that there had been a moment when he had been jealous of Regulus.

He looked up at his companion and asked curiously: "Tell me, how big of a diamond does it take to grind it into a box full of such light and shadow powder?

Cursing under his breath, he fired a fiery beam from his wand, which instantly lit up the signboard of Bojinbok's Magic Shop.

The Leaky Cauldron suddenly fell into dead silence. Blake slowly turned around, his cold eyes locked on Joey again. His wand appeared in his hand at some point, the tip pointed directly at Joey's chest.

The truth that everyone in the magic world is looking forward to is like the hands on a clock, slowly but unshakably coming step by step.

With the publicity of newspapers and wizards, everyone is full of hope for the mysterious 7 p.m.