Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The brief funeral ended in a solemn mourning, and by the end, only Cleeche, the fairy of the family, was still twitching loudly, and Sirius had basically recovered.

In his view, this was already the best result.

The news of Regulus' death was confirmed thirteen years ago, and the funeral was only a belated ceremony.

All his last wishes were fulfilled and his soul could rest in peace.

In the impression of Sirius, Regulus is no longer a cowardly, evil eater, a fool who knows nothing and ends up being killed by the pureblood philosophy of his family. His brother was a worthy hero, and he was proud of Regulus.

This funeral, though cold and sour, was perfect.

In Ivan's view, too, the only regret is that they did not get the pendant box Regulus used to replace the Voldemort, and the note that was placed inside it to record his last will.

He remembers the words, "To the Dark Lord, I died long before you read this, but I want you to know that I discovered your secret." I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible. I risk my life to hope that you will be killed when you encounter an opponent. R.A.B.

This note, written to Voldemort, embodies the heroic dreams of Regulus and the broken teenager.

You know, Regulus was Voldemort's craziest admirer.

As can be seen from the words on this font, unlike all other wizards who are determined to resist Voldemort, until the last moment of their lives, he still calls Voldemort the Dark Lord, which is the name of the Death Eaters for Voldemort.

Thus, Regulus's view of Voldemort.

However, for the sake of his inner justice and for his conviction and perseverance, Regulus ultimately chose to steal and destroy Voldemort's apparatus at the cost of his life.

With that in mind, Ivan wanted to take a look at the note he wrote.

But Dumbledore said that there was no other way to crack the green liquid that Voldemort put in the rock basin than to drink it.

Only by waiting for Voldemort to confirm his soul tool at a later date will Regulus' last words be seen again.

Unfortunately, this is undoubtedly exactly what Regulus had in mind before he died. In this way, the last words of Regulus' life are conveyed to Voldemort, letting him know that there are still many who defy him unwittingly, even among the dead.

With this dramatic scene in mind, Ivan can't wait to see Voldemort's face.

He may be full of anger, but he shouldn't be surprised. After all, Voldemort never believed in anyone but himself, and those who thought he was counting on him were just ridiculous flags.

The sky dimmed, and after Regulus' funeral, Dumbledore rushed back to the Ministry of Magic to attend the trial of Pete the dwarf in Wesengamo.

The trial of Peter has reached a critical stage, and the impact of the case is immense, with countless people awaiting the final outcome.

Even Christmas, Weissongham doesn't have time to rest.

After Dumbledore's departure, Lupin, Sirius, Ivan, Harry and Hermione did not return to 12 Grimo Square, but went to a Christmas party at a broken cauldron bar as originally planned.

They took Cleecher, too, although Sirius thought he should be left alone in the house, just like before. Others, however, insisted that it might be in his interest to let Cleech live in Hogwarts and let him have more contact with other family elves.

After the phantom shifted, Ivan came to the broken cauldron pub.

Evan couldn't believe the shabby little bar in front of him, sweeping through the dark, filthy style of the day, the whole hall dressed like a dream, with green Christmas trees, hazy parasites, sparkling golden stars everywhere, and other Christmas costumes.

Rich food aromas come from inside the kitchen, bar owner Tom stands behind the bar in a funny red Christmas costume, cracks open his mouth and reveals an ugly smile, welcoming every guest to the party.

Though the Christmas costumes here are not as spectacular as Hogwarts, there is more festive atmosphere.

In the bar, you can see dressed and cheerful wizards, many of whom are Ivan's classmates in Hogwarts.

People sat in the bar with glasses scattered, gathered and talked with joy and laughter from time to time.

Right in the middle of the bar is a freakishly dressed band playing a relaxed Christmas tune that magically turns into a pair of colorful bubbles and golden fireworks, surrounded by many young people dancing happily.

Evan rubbed his eyes, which is incredible. He had no idea that a few hours earlier, they were still fighting thousands of vaginas in strange shady caves, and now they were trapped in a festive ocean.

This is Christmas, the real Christmas party.

As they entered, the atmosphere in the bar reached its climax.

Sirius and Harry were almost instantly recognized, and Nathan the broken cauldron bars were silent, and then a fierce round of applause broke out, almost knocking the roof over. They all squeezed in, shook hands with them over and over and sent their most sincere holiday greetings.

Compared to Harry, who had the name of Savior, Ivan was much less famous here, and he enjoyed himself, and Hermione and Hermione went to the bar to pick up a drink.

Not far away, Lupin went to the barkeeper and booked a few rooms for them to stay here tonight.

Leaning lazily against the bar, Ivan looked at Sirius and Harry, who could not get away for a moment and a half, and thought about it, lifting Hermione's little hand and preparing to take a look across Diagonal Alley.

He just heard Lupin say that it's not just a broken cauldron bar, there's a celebration going on all over Diagonal Lane tonight, and people are going to celebrate until dawn as planned in previous years.

Ivan and Hermione crossed the bar to a small ceiling with walls around it.

The sky is completely darkened and the delightful festive atmosphere in the bar is isolated by the doors and the voices can only be heard implicitly.

The two of them squeezed into a tiny ceiling, very close.

Feeling Ivan's nearby breath, Hermione's heart beating faster and faster, her face couldn't help but turn red.

Just facing those vaginas in the cave, Hermione's spirit has been tight and now relaxes sharply.

She only felt her brain blank, out of trust, so silly that Evan pulled her hand out, completely unaware of what he wanted to do, just from deep in her heart to form a sweet joy, a little nervousness, and a mixed feeling in which she could not speak clearly.

Is this the date?!