Comprehensive film and television: Extreme reversal and inevitable death

During the three days when Regulus suddenly disappeared, the sense of mission from her family blood and the anxiety as a mother continued to tear at Mrs. Black's soul.

Until the tightly closed door was opened again, her pale little son finally returned to her side.

"…My Merlin! Leir, are you okay?"

Mrs. Black, who was always strong, looked at Regulus with some helplessness. She stretched out her hands as if she wanted to hug the poor child, but in the end, she did not do so.

Regulus did not look well at this moment. His face was pale and blue, as if he had suffered some great ordeal before.

He really doesn't look like a living person.

Mrs. Black originally wanted to give him some words like "family honor" as she did in the past, but now she couldn't bear to say it out loud.

Because he looked too tired.

This forced Mrs. Black to confirm her earlier suspicions in her heart - Regulus must have been punished by the mad Dark Lord!

This made her feel a little distressed, and at the same time, she hated her irresponsible and bastard eldest son even more.

If it weren't for his defection, the Black family would still be a noble and respectable pure-blood family, and their status would be high even among the Death Eaters.

If she could maintain this status, her Regulus wouldn't have to work so hard.

Oh...her poor child...

Regulus was rushed into the bedroom by Mrs. Black, and before the door was closed, he left a few stiff words of concern.

If Regulus hadn't listened carefully, he would have thought she was being sarcastic...

Well, it seems that she is really not good at getting along well with her children.

After Mrs. Black left, Kreacher appeared with a tray with a bottle of water of life and death on it.

Today's Kreacher hasn't turned into an old bullfrog, but his mental state doesn't seem to be very good, and his words are incoherent.

"Master Regulus is injured... The mistress asked Kreacher to bring this... Master Regulus needs to have a good rest... Kreacher can't help at all, damn Kreacher! Master Regulus should have a rest, the mistress looks very sad..."

After saying this, he kept rubbing the dirty tea towel on his body, looking at Regulus pitifully and expectantly, with the desire in his eyes almost overflowing.

Seeing this, Regulus just smiled and took out a necklace with his initials engraved on it from his pocket and handed it over.

"It's for you. Take it. Kreacher, I give you permission to wear this necklace."

Kreacher took the necklace with tears in his eyes and held it to his chest like a treasure. His pair of long pointed ears trembled happily and then stood up again.

He was trembling all over and was extremely excited. He was about to find a place to ram his head into something again. Regulus, who was having a headache, stopped him quickly and asked Kreacher to go back to the cupboard and take good care of the real Slytherin pendant.

——He would have to take this thing and make a deal with that old bee Dumbledore!

Seeing Kreacher leave with an expression as if he was determined to die, Regulus couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking about what to do next.

At this point in time... I can only say it’s neither good nor bad.

Although many things have not happened yet, the Death Eaters are still flourishing.

Although many Death Eaters have begun to be influenced by the Dark Lord's twisted will, and regard torturing and killing Muggles as one of the great pleasures of life.

However, these things have not been fully exposed yet.

Even if many people know about it, there is nothing we can do about it, because the senior officials in the Ministry of Magic are obsessed with maintaining stability and mediation.

In order to maintain the apparent peace in the wizarding world, those bigwigs finally chose to turn a blind eye.

After all, the Death Eaters are rich, so they pay a lot of taxes!

This was enough to make the Ministry of Magic shut up.

It can be said that if the Order of the Phoenix led by Dumbledore had not taken the lead in launching a counterattack, and if Voldemort himself was not incompetent, it would be hard to say what the future of the wizarding world would be like!

However, these are not big problems for Regulus.

Because, with his arrival, the wizarding world will be at peace!

He's here! The blue sky of Hogwarts is here!

Ending the war and restoring the family's glory were all easy to do, but the only thing that gave Regulus a headache was how to make Sirius, the rebellious devil, bow his head and go home obediently.

Or...a beating?

The point is, even if he convinced Sirius, he still had to face Mrs. Black's mouth that couldn't spit out a single ivory.

How can they be mother and son? They are sworn enemies, mortal enemies in the previous life and debtors in this life!

Hiss——headache!

He hated dealing with such messy relationships with his original family the most.

Just as Regulus was racking his brains over what to do to make Mrs. Black and Sirius reach a century-long reconciliation, in the Forbidden Forest outside Hogwarts, Dumbledore was chatting with the Centaur leader about the changes in the stars.

"The stars are exceptionally bright tonight. Although the fangs of the venomous snake have pierced the heart of the lion, the stars are still reveling... Dumbledore, I can't say whether this change is good or bad for you."

Centaurs seldom appear before humans, but whenever these mysterious people do, it must mean that something great has changed in the stars.

Dumbledore had long since gotten used to the Centaur leader's way of talking, where he would always speak only half of what he wanted to say.

He then raised his head and looked up at the starry sky, but saw nothing.

However, he still smiled and stroked his long white beard, not worried about his future at all.

"Change is always a good thing. It is much better than the current lifeless state. The prophecy has appeared. I believe that the end of the Dark Lord is not far away."

"maybe……"

The Centaur lowered his head and stared at the old principal wearing a star hat for a long time before he began to admonish meaningfully:

"However, this is my sincere advice, so it's up to you whether you listen to it or not."

Dumbledore blinked in confusion and asked curiously, "What?"

"You'd better...change your dressing style, otherwise the vines will entangle you."

After leaving one more riddle, the Centaur simply walked away, leaving only a confused Dumbledore standing there.

Dumbledore, who was warned by the Centaur, looked down at his clothes in confusion.

After thinking for a while, the old man, who was known for his wisdom, happily decided to embroider more grape vines on his robe.

Entangled in the vines.

Entangling the vines.

Well, this is called turning passive into active!