Harry Potter's Bastard

Solim could take out the Undercast, Sirius could do it, any wizard with a fire spell, even a Muggle, but none of them could put the Grim to rest in peace, as Dumbledore did.

The Yin Corps is a monster revived by spells and potions, the soul has left the body, and the movement of the body is completely dependent on the effects of potions and spells - this is not something that can be solved by a "spell stop". Neither Solim nor Sirius could dispel the magic from the corpse, but Dumbledore could. Fortunately, there was Dumbledore, otherwise it would be a problem to bring back the struggling Yin corpse.

Looking at Regulus, who had calmed down, or really rested, Kreacher began to cry unscrupulously, and a lifeless person who had seen Kreacher couldn't imagine what Kreacher looked like at this time. Sirius also knelt beside Regulus's body, silently looking at the younger brother he had always thought was stupid and naïve.

At this time, the lake was still not calm, and the fire that Solim had just fired did not solve all these yin corpses. There were quite a few Yin Corpses who had escaped by burrowing into the water with an instinctive fear of flames, and now that the flames that had made them dread were gone, they began to emerge from the water again and head towards the island.

"It's time to get out of here. Dumbledore finally spoke, he hadn't moved since he had beaten the corpse out of the water, and the corpse had all been dealt with by Solim and Sirius. Of course, this is understandable, whether it is Solim or Sirius, they will not have any opinion on Dumbledore because of this, after all, it is just a yin corpse, and of course these things will not enter Dumbledore's eyes.

Sirius conjured a bundle of rope and tried to tie Regulus's body to himself. Dumbledore stopped him, though.

"Solim, could you please do me a favor?" Dumbledore said, "You want to go back soon, too?"

Looking at Regulus and Sirius on the ground, and then at Dumbledore, who was standing there with his hands crossed, Solim nodded.

"Alright, Sirius take your brother in, and let you out when we get back. Solim pulled out his suitcase, touched the clasp with the ring on his right hand, and dropped it to the ground before it grew larger.

"Let's go inside. With a wave of his wand, Solim knocked away a corpse behind Sirius, "But don't move around with all the bottles and cans inside me. "

Sirius nodded, and led Regulus into Solim's chest.

Kicking the lid of the box, Solim put the re-sized box back in his arms, looked at the Yin corpse that gradually began to surround the island, thought about it, and still didn't make a move, but dispersed his patronus.

"See you at 12 Grimmauld Place. With that, Dumbledore turned into a flash of fire and vanished.

Everyone is a phoenix, but Solim is not in a hurry to leave, but glances at the stone platform again, thinking about when to call Old Man Gilves over to see what the liquid in the stone basin is. Since he can't see any clue, let the bigwigs in the industry take a look, take 10,000 steps back, even if Gilves, as a potions master, is not as good as Voldemort, but he is definitely better than Solim, no matter how he can see something.

One last glance at the approaching corpse, Solim, like Dumbledore, turned into a flash of fire and vanished.

Voldemort's magic in the cave could only hinder Sirius, whether it was Solim or Dumbledore, they had the phoenix unimpeded here, and even Kreacher could get out of here with a snap of his fingers. For wizards with special means, the anti-illusion disfigurement charm or the anti-phantom manifestation charm are all decorations.

Back at the Black family's mansion, the first thing Solim did was release Sirius. Regulus's funeral or something, let Sirius and Dumbledore discuss it, he just wants to get a good night's sleep now.

The locket was found, and Regulus brought it back. For Solim, business is done, and the rest is a personal matter.

"Sirius, can you lend me your book collection?"

Solim certainly wasn't the Black family's book collection. Of course, Solim admits that there might be one or two that interest him, but he doesn't think there will be any magic books left here—real magic books like his own "Blood Book".

For a moment, Solim suspected that the Black family's things might have been sifted through a sieve. Bellatrix and Narcissa were said to have taken a lot of things with them when they got married, and during the dozen years that Sirius had been imprisoned in Azkaban, Solim didn't believe that Lucius was a human spirit. At that time, 12 Grimmauld Place was not protected by the Loyalty Charm, and Narcissa could bring someone over at any time, and it was estimated that the things in the old mansion had already been picked and picked by Lucius.

Solim said this to remind Sirius that I did my part, you have to mean it.

Dumbledore glanced at Solim and said nothing. He can see clearly, and Solim will definitely not be polite when he can reap the benefits. Anyway, Solim was like this when he asked him for that basilisk, and it wasn't new at all.

"Of course, it's important to deal with your brother's affairs first, I'm not in a hurry. At the end of the day, Solim said that he was going to go upstairs to sleep first, and then talk about it when he woke up.

While Solim was lying in his guest room, writhing like a maggot on his bed, wondering what Sirius could come up with, Lupin led Harry and his party to St. Mungo's door through Muggles.

Seriously, Harry thought it was a tough one. That's not to say that London's traffic is bad, but it's bearable. What made Harry feel hard was Tonks, the woman with no eyesight who kept asking Harry embarrassing questions.

But fortunately, St. Mungo's finally arrived.

The entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is the Taotao Department Store in London, England, which is clear to all wizards, after all, if a person doesn't even know where the hospital is, he won't live long.

In front of him was an old-fashioned red-brick department store, looking decrepit and deserted, with only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly and in different postures, dressed in clothes from at least ten years ago. The dusty doors are hung with large signs that say "closed for renovation".

Although it was the first time for Harry and the others to come to St. Mungo, they were all people who had seen nine and three-quarters of the platforms, and St. Mungo's method of entry was not new.

"Here," Tonks beckoned them to a shop window, where there was only a particularly ugly female dummy, with false eyelashes falling off, and wearing a green nylon dress. "Are you all ready?"

Harry didn't know what they should prepare, flowers for the patient, or fruit for the patient?

Tonks leaned closer to the window and looked up at the ugly dummy, exhaling a blur of glass, "Let's see Arthur Weasley." "

I saw the dummy nod slightly and beckoned the connected fingers. Tonks grabbed Ginny and Mrs. Weasley by the arms and disappeared through the glass.

"It's really not new at all. Fred said.

"Of course, after all, we have to walk through one platform a year, or twice. George and Fred looked at each other and rushed in.