A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Rogge's words reassured Delis, and he was able to straighten his back, showing a fearless spirit that looked back upon death. However, it turned out that Rogge's worries were unnecessary.

Everyone passed over the heads of the Inferi safely, and their footsteps firmly stepped onto the ground of the small island in the middle of the lake.

The island is about the same size as the principal's office, and looks like a flat black slab. It was empty, with only a stone basin in the center emitting a faint green light.

Before Rogge disembarked, Sirius was already in action. He turned his belongings into wine glasses, scooped out the green liquid from the stone basin resolutely, and poured it down his throat one after another.

Pain contorted his face, and his hands clutched his throat. His legs gradually lost feeling, causing his body to slowly fall, as if being crushed by an invisible weight.

"Help me..." Sirius rolled on the ground, his body twitching constantly, his voice was weak and painful, and his eyes that were once full of life were now full of fear: "Grug...pour it down..."

Harry looked at his godfather with tears in his eyes, and the memory of the Cruciatus Curse that Voldemort had cast on him came to mind. The pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, the feeling as if the flesh and blood are being swallowed by fire, is so unforgettable that it will never be forgotten.

Looking at the wine glass filled with poison, Lu Ping turned his head, his heart full of contradictions and pain. He understood that Sirius must drink the poison in the stone basin to help him end his pain quickly. However, he could not make up his mind and brought the poisoned wine glass to his friend's lips to increase his burden.

Moody turned his back to everyone, clutching his wand tightly. His magic eyes stared underwater, seemingly monitoring the movements of the Inferi while searching for Regulus' body.

Facing Sirius's pleading look, Harry felt as if his feet were bound by magic, unable to move. His arms were too heavy to lift, unable to take the venom-filled wine glass. Just when Dumbledore was about to intervene, Rogge quickly reached out and firmly caught the falling wine glass.

"Sirius, you are really the most useless wizard in the Black family." Rogge sneered, his tone full of sarcasm. His eyes were as calm as water, showing no sympathy for the figure writhing in pain on the ground.

Since no one wants to be this evil person, as Snape's students, they can help the teacher get revenge. By the way, put an end to Sirius' pain quickly.

When Harry heard this cold-blooded sarcasm, the anger in his chest ignited, and he clenched his fists, almost swinging at Rogge. But Dumbledore pressed his shoulders in time and told Harry firmly with his blue eyes that he couldn't do that.

"Kreacher, tell him, what did Regulus do at that time?" Rogge held Black's chin and roughly poured the potion completely into his throat.

"Master, Master Regulus drank all the potion in the stone basin alone." Kreacher's voice contained a hint of respect, but the look he looked at Black revealed disdain.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Rogge's lips. His tone was cold and sharp, and he demeaned Sirius mercilessly: "You heard it, right? This is an indisputable fact. You are the most useless one. No matter it is In the ancient and noble Black family, I still stood by James Potter."

He scooped up a full glass of potion again, ignoring Sirius's blood-red eyes full of pain and anger, and poured the poison into his mouth again.

"I'm afraid you left the family not because of different ideas, but because you were too weak." Rogge's words were like a cold bayonet, piercing Sirius's heart, making him forget the pain caused by the potion. His eyes seemed to hide two burning suns, staring at Rogge.

"You are so stupid, and the equally stupid James took it upon yourself to tamper with the tradition of the Fidelity Curse." He looked back at Harry and added, "It seems that you are the smartest people in history. Even if you ask Snape to be the secret keeper, Better than Wormtail."

"You are so conceited. You don't have the strength that a Black family wizard should have, but you have the temper of Master Black." His words were stronger than the poison in the wine glass, and they poured into Sirius's ears.

"Oh..." Rogge deliberately lengthened his voice and drank the fifth cup of poison. "If your cousin Bella is here, do you think she needs help from others? You are so weak, how can you protect your godson? ? Pretending to be brave is reckless?”

Just when Rogge was about to continue his cruelty, Sirius suddenly burst out with an astonishing power. His cold and trembling hands tightly grasped Rogge's wrist, preventing him from further action.

His face was still twitching, and his body was shaking in severe pain. But his will was extremely firm, and he wanted to pick up the cup with his own hands and drink the remaining poison in one gulp.

"Are you really good?" Rogge added another provocation and handed the wine glass to Sirius's trembling right hand, "Don't spill it, otherwise you have to start from scratch."

Sirius drank it all in one gulp, panting heavily.

He felt like someone was wielding an ax in his brain, cutting his memories from childhood to adulthood into countless pieces. The most painful memories he had buried deep in his heart were ruthlessly brought out at this moment, allowing him to experience the profound cruelty again.

His body slumped a little, his eyes became weak, and his hands shook even more.

"It seems that you can't do it anymore." Rogge sneered, scooping up the seventh cup of poison for Sirius again, "Give up, just open your mouth like a baby. Do you need me to help take pictures? Snape Professor, Wormtail will definitely like your helpless ugliness."

Not knowing which word was irritating him, Sirius struggled in severe pain. He knelt on the ground, supported the cold floor with his hands, and stood up tremblingly. He grabbed the wine glass and pushed Rogge aside.

"Regulus can do all this at the age of 18, you are really weak..."

The more Rogge became sarcastic, the straighter Sirius stood. The potion indeed brought him endless pain, but the silence was greater than the death of his heart, and his spirit suppressed all physical sensations at this moment.

"The contents are out." Delis's voice was full of surprise, and he pointed to the golden locket left by Regulus in the stone basin. The box looked particularly beautiful in the stone basin.

Moody's magic eye quickly returned to his head, staring at the stone basin through the back of his head. At the same time, he warned everyone with a heavy voice: "The Inferi in the lake are coming out."

Dumbledore's expression became serious, and he quickly issued an order: "Lupin, take care of Black. The others stand in a circle apart from me." Then, he whispered to Rogge and the others: "This is A good opportunity for experience.”

"Who is training? Where is the subject?" Rogge paused with the wand in his hand and put it into his sleeve. Then, he took out Gryffindor's sword, swung it violently under Dumbledore's distressed eyes, and chopped off the head of an infant Inferi.

"Are you sick from being imprisoned in Azkaban?" Moody teased Rogge while casually releasing blazing flames and sweeping away the Inferi in his direction.

"You big-headed ghost." Rogge snorted coldly, swung his sword again, and several more ownerless Inferi heads fell to the ground.

Despite losing their heads, the bodies were still strong and came towards him. The head on the ground also kept closing its mouth, making a sound like playing Allegro, trying to bite any approaching target.

"Aren't you bored?" A fireball gathered in his palm and pressed directly to the ground. The fireball spread quickly, forming a raging line of fire. Any Inferi that come into contact with the flames are instantly reduced to ash.

Moody smiled awkwardly and thought to himself: "Actually, a single fire spell can burn all these hateful guys to ashes."

However, Harry seemed a little confused when facing multiple Inferi at the same time. There are many obstacles, it is torn apart, the world is spinning... The magic is shot out randomly, but it does not cause fatal damage to the Inferi.

Even though the Delis next to him used flames to remind him, Harry still didn't react. He seemed to be frightened by the death breath of the Inferi at this moment.

At the same time, Sirius, with Lupin's help, finally grasped the golden locket. His memory vaguely returned to decades ago, when Black's ancestral home was very prosperous.

But it had been so long that he couldn't remember where he had seen the box. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he opened the pendant box gently.

Voldemort's locket was empty because he had already sealed part of his soul in it. Regulus left something of his own in his box, a letter to the Dark Lord.

"I know that when you read this letter, I will be dead, but I want you to know: I discovered your secret, and I have taken the real Horcrux and destroyed it as soon as possible.

I am willing to risk my own life and curse you to become a mortal man of flesh and blood when you encounter an opponent that strikes you. "

Sirius read his brother's suicide note intermittently with a trembling tone. His eyes seemed to see the mocking smile on Regulus's face through the old handwriting in front of him.

"He has changed." Sirius held the letter close to his heart and said proudly: "He is a brave wizard. He has seen Voldemort's true face clearly and is willing to resist him for everyone. Even if he has to use his own life, he is still there. Don’t hesitate!”

"I believe Regulus's curse will come true!" He raised the letter above his head, turned around and said to everyone, "Voldemort will become a mortal and be killed by his destined opponent!"

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at Harry from the corner of his eye. He became more and more certain about the content of the prophecy and believed that the currently panicked boy could eventually bring long-lasting peace to the magical world.

Harry's fate is closely linked to the prophecy that he will be the one to defeat the Dark Lord.

With a flick of his wand, the Inferi that Harry ignored were burned to black ash silently. No matter how many Inferi were climbing up from the bottom of the lake, with the joint efforts of others, the number of Inferi rushing towards Harry always remained in single digits.

Harry, who was in a hurry at first, gradually regained his composure. He began to observe other people's spells and realized that only fire magic could effectively kill these Inferi.

However, Rogge, who was standing at his six o'clock position, seemed to have other actions. Holding a sword in his left hand and a fire in his right hand, he violently attacked the surging tide of corpses and killed them in pieces.

"You moved too fast." Moody reminded Rogge quietly, "Don't forget Albus's message just now."

"So, have you found Regulus's body?" Rogge rolled his eyes at him and kicked a female corpse into the black lake.

When Dumbledore and others were not paying attention, Rogge asked in a very low voice: "Mad-Eye, you should be able to use the Unforgivable Curse, right?"

Moody's face hardened and his wand movements slowed down. The Inferi that had been cut in half by Rogge crawled towards his feet, biting his prosthetic leg with its pitch-black teeth, leaving a row of teeth marks.

"Get out!" Moody kicked hard, and the wand immediately sprayed out raging fire, sweeping away the area in front of him.

"What are you doing so quickly?" Rogge joked, "Don't forget the principal's message just now."

"I..." Moody opened his mouth, unable to find the right words to reply.

Since the Inferi in the lake seemed endless, ranging from eight thousand to ten thousand, Moody simply let go and used his magic to kill them all.

"Mad-Eye, you haven't answered my question yet." Rogge approached again, and the two stood on the shore, creating a large no-man's land.

"What are you going to do?" Moody stared at him with his evil eyes and warned in a low and stern voice: "Roger, I will not teach you any Unforgivable Curse."

"Who cares?" A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Rogge's mouth. If there weren't so many people here, he would have experimented on the Inferi long ago.

He looked at the Inferi that was climbing up. His right leg was like a whip, and he kicked out quickly and unexpectedly, accurately trampling a male Inferi under his feet.

"Try and see if you can control him with the Imperius Curse."

"What?" Moody subconsciously raised his voice, with a hint of shock in his tone: "Little guy, your thoughts are dangerous. I think it is necessary to tell Albus..."

"Heh, how about you go down and fish for Regulus later." Rogge rolled his eyes at him, and at the same time noticed that the number of inferi rushing up began to decrease.

"Hurry up." He urged in a low voice, reminding Moody: "They will be killed in a moment. We are not grave diggers who go to the cemetery to steal corpses."

Moody was silent for a moment, and finally nodded with difficulty. He stared at Rogge warily, never giving him any chance to learn: "You go over there."

"Can you control this inferi?"

Moody's wand shot out several dazzling red lights, cutting the Inferi at Rogge's feet into pigeons. Seeing this, Rogge secretly muttered about the cruelty of the other party. If this were broadcast live by the Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror, some overfed guys would probably protest loudly: "The life of the Inferi is also a life."

He shrugged and turned his back to Moody nonchalantly. Among the wizards present, the one who should be most wary of was Harry. Because he really doesn't know how to take the soul-destroying curse, but he can learn it very quickly.

Suddenly, an untimely green light flashed across the darkness. Dumbledore and others turned their heads to look, their eyes full of vigilance and confusion.

"I was just wondering if we could use the Imperius Curse to control these Inferi." Moody quickly explained, but did not reveal that this was Rogge's bad idea. "If the experiment is successful, we can let the Inferi salvage Regulus." body."

"Pay attention ahead." Dumbledore's voice was calm and powerful. With the gentle wave of his wand, the surging Inferi in front of Harry were swallowed up by the flames and turned into ashes.

His movements were elegant and skillful, showing his profound strength as a principal. In fact, it also revealed that he had been paddling just now.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry apologized quickly, not daring to be easily distracted again.

Meanwhile, Moody is ordering a limbless inferi to eat its severed limbs. The Inferi obeyed obediently, tearing at the rotting flesh with their teeth and devouring it.

"You are so disgusting." Rogge covered his mouth and nose and said in disgust: "No wonder people call you Mad Eye."

"Humph, this is not cruel." Moody responded unceremoniously, "I have seen with my own eyes how dark wizards skinned and deboned Muggles and animals, and then sewed them together into another creature."

"The heart of a squid, the skin of a chameleon, the head of a pig, the back half of a centaur..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dumbledore's slight cough.

"Moody, have you found Regulus?" Dumbledore's voice brought his attention back with undoubted power.

Moody responded, then used his wand to emit flames, burning the Inferi at his feet.

With the addition of Lupine, the game of reading with the prince became faster. The group of Inferi in the lake became thinner and thinner, but the number of Inferi in front of Harry increased from a few to a dozen.

He is now able to easily eliminate these dark creatures full of death, and even has time to observe the surrounding situation.

Sirius held the letter tightly, with a smile on his face but tears in the corners of his eyes. Delis had finished cleaning up the area he was responsible for, and crossed his arms across his chest, watching Moody control the Inferi with the Imperius Curse. Moody selected a few tall inferi and ordered them to dive back into the water.

"In the Far East, Regulus's body must have been transformed." Rogge muttered boredly while wiping his sword.

Although Moody has never been to the Far East, he can understand Rogge's meaning from the word "decomposition". Under the gaze of his magic eyes, the underwater situation was clearly reflected in his mind. Regulus's body was not far away, and his dead white face still had a hint of youthfulness.

Back then, Regulus was drowned by the Inferi in this water after drinking the potion. Now, he was sent back by a servant created by Voldemort. As a tool, after the Inferi brought him ashore, they were ruthlessly killed by Moody.

"You are so cruel." Rogge said half-jokingly. He stretched lazily, and Harry, who was not far away, finally finished his work.

Sirius ran to Regulus' body and kissed his younger brother on the cheek.

"Kreacher." He wiped away the tears on his face and said solemnly, "Thank you. And Mr. Rogge, thank you."

Rogge smiled and handed him the wine glass on the ground: "As long as you don't hate me."

They left here with Regulus' body and letters. The midday sun warmly embraced everyone, dispelling the coldness in the body.

Rogge looked at Dumbledore and said, "Principal, let's see you at the beginning of school..."

"Wait a minute." Dumbledore asked with a gentle smile: "In fifth grade, each house will elect a new prefect..."

"No, I'm a refined egoist, but I don't have the consciousness to serve everyone." Rogge quickly refused, and hurriedly took Kreacher on the magic carpet, "Then everyone, bye."