Alicia of HP Reborn

When Bellatrix shouted the news of Orion's death, there was no cheering or sad crying or unacceptable screaming in the room that she expected.

For a while, she was as crazy as she felt a little uncomfortable.

Regulus raised his head and looked at his mother who was standing on the stairs with her head hanging halfway, not saying a word. He didn't know what to say, but Walburga suddenly turned around and went upstairs again. Half a minute later, the door was locked. The sound of the door being closed was heard in the living room.

He turned his head back to the bored Bellatrix and said, "So, what about my father's...body...?" He couldn't say the word "corpse".

Shrugging, Bellatrix said: "The master said that he would personally preside over his funeral, what a wise and great master~" Intoxication appeared in her expression.

Resisting the desire to strangle the woman to death, Regulus held back his anger: "Then, can't we take one last look?"

"Of course!" Bellatrix spread her hands, "but not now."

Regulus waited patiently for her to continue.

"Your father looks a bit ugly, although the master said it was his medal, the master's servants will help him tidy it up, you can go and see it tomorrow."

Lifting his head, he vigorously blinked back the liquid that was about to rush out of his eyes, and then looked straight at Bellatrix: "Thank you, my mother and I will go back and watch tomorrow."

The implication is that it's okay, you can go.

Bellatrix looked even more displeased, but she couldn't say anything, after all, in her opinion, the brain circuits of Regulus and Walburga were different from her own.

"Then goodbye!" After saying that, she stepped into the fireplace with a proud face and her tall chest straightened out.

And when her figure disappeared into the fireplace, Regulus' legs gave way, and he fell heavily on the sofa with a blank expression.

I don't know how long it took, when he found that there was still no movement in his mother's room upstairs, he finally felt something was wrong.

He squeezed out a bit of strength to stand up, walked up the stairs with heavy steps, stood in front of his mother's room, and knocked on the wooden door.

"Is your father back?" Walburga's dull, steady voice came from behind the door panel.

Before he could let go of the hand knocking on the door, Regulus froze there.

After a long time, he replied in a low voice: "No, not yet, I just want to tell you that I'm going out soon, you remember to eat."

There was no more response from the room.

After a while, Regulus turned around, went downstairs, and walked towards the fireplace.

He thought about it and didn't know what to do. The only thing he could think of was to find Alicia, the angel in his life, and hoped that his angel could give him some clues...

When the sound of flames ignited in the fireplace, Alicia, who was sitting on the sofa and was busy tinkering with the things on the coffee table, only had time to look up in the direction of the fireplace. When she saw that it was Regulus, she lowered her head again Come down, said: "Is there any delay?"

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for his answer, she continued: "After guessing and verifying these days, I think I can probably figure out what the Dark Lord is hiding."

After 1 minute, there was still no voice from Regulus in the room, and Alicia finally realized that something was wrong.

She sat upright, then raised her eyes, and found that Regulus' eye circles were a little red.

"My father, go, passed away." He said hoarsely, standing in front of her with the coffee table between them.

Alicia was stunned for a moment, but soon after she realized it, her eyes widened involuntarily, she couldn't believe it, she stood up, walked quickly to Regulus and asked, "You mean , Mr. Black, died?"

As she spoke, she grabbed Regulus' hand, and found that no matter how trembling his hand was, the temperature of his hand was also very low.

"Yes." He said in a low voice, watching Alicia take his hand and breathe on him, his cold heart gradually warmed up, "The letter from Mrs. Lestrange just now .”

"Eh? A letter from Mrs. Lestrange?" Why is this statement so strange?Alicia repeated in surprise.

"Father's body is still in the dark... Voldemort's, he said that he will preside over the funeral for Dad, and my mother and I will not be able to see him until tomorrow." When talking about Voldemort, Regulus's voice contained a faint gnashing of teeth.

"Then, how is Mrs. Black? Did you come here specially to tell me this?" She believed that he must have a reason to come here at this moment.

Thinking of his mother's appearance, Regulus felt even more heartbroken. He hugged the waist of the person in front of him, and whispered in her ear: "Mom refuses to accept this matter. I went to knock on her door, and she still Ask if Dad is back."

His voice was getting lower and lower, and there was an unconcealable sadness in his tone.

Doesn't that mean you're insane?

Without saying this, Alicia patted Regulus on the back lightly: "If you want to cry, you can cry here with me. You have to be strong in front of others. Now, Black You are the only man left in the family..."

One sentence seemed to open the floodgate of sadness in the heart of the little man in her arms, and the low sobs began to echo in the living room of Prince's house. The elf Libby, it watched the little master's close friend holding his little master, just like his little master was crying in his arms nearly two years ago, it didn't understand what happened.

However, after Alicia nodded to it, it disappeared without a sound. When Regulus finally stopped crying, there were basins and towels on the tea table.

She wiped her face with a towel shyly, and seeing him calm down, Alicia asked, "What are you going to do?"

"What can we do?" Regulus laughed at himself, "Don't worry about Dad's matter. If Mom's situation is serious, I can only send her to see a therapist in St. Mungo."

Alicia was silent.

"That's right!" Regulus suddenly changed his expression, and said in a deep voice, "I remember you just said that you probably already know what is in Voldemort's possession?"

"Eh?" Alicia was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "We can—"

"No, I need to know now." Regulus looked serious, "Tell me, Ellie."

Staring fixedly at Regulus's unusually clear black eyes, Alicia felt in a daze that this boy, at this moment, had really grown into a big man.

"Okay, I'll tell you." She promised gently.

Immediately afterwards, she pulled him over, walked to the coffee table, bent down and picked up a few pieces of parchment on the table, pointed to the data on it and said, "Can you see anything?"

After carefully reading the numbers on the parchment several times, and making a comparison, Regulus spoke after a moment of deliberation: "It seems that the frequency is different, and one of them is higher than the other."

With a slight smile, Alicia took out the parchment in his hand and nodded: "Yes, this is actually the number of potions and the time interval required by Voldemort."

Regulus narrowed his eyes slightly: "You mean, he drank more medicine and more often?"

"Then under what circumstances do you think people will increase the amount of potion, or increase the number of times they take it?" Alicia asked without answering.

Seeing doubts appearing in Regulus' expression, Alicia shook her head and said, "He's not sick."

His eyes suddenly brightened, and he asked a little excitedly, "Did the things you put work?"

Alicia shook her head again: "No, that thing is not enough to activate." Seeing his eyes dimmed again, she patted his hand, pulled him to sit down, cast the ear-closing spell with her wand, and said , "Remember, although I told you that I added other things to his potion, I didn't tell you what the potion I gave him was for."

Regulus held his breath, he knew that this was another secret, and he didn't really mind that Alicia kept many secrets from him, because none of them were secrets about Alicia herself.

"Voldemort, what do you mean, do you know?" Alicia suddenly asked a question.

After a moment of silence, Regulus' face became even more ugly: "Fly away from death."

She nodded: "Yes, Voldemort was afraid of death, so he gave himself this name, and at the same time, he also took measures, which was to split his soul into pieces, so that when one of his souls died When the time comes, he may be able to rely on other soul fragments to be resurrected, so that as long as his soul fragments do not disappear, he may never die."

"...never, never die?"

Regulus repeated this sentence with some difficulty, his head was foggy, and he was thinking about what the world would be like if Voldemort never died.

There may be countless "Bellatrix" in this world who crazily take pleasure in massacres, and countless families like the Black family will be ruined, and they will even be directly annihilated in the passage of time. In the world?

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, and said firmly, "You can't let this happen." Then, he touched his cheek shyly, "But, never die, is that kind of thing really possible? If it does happen, is there a way to stop it?"

Shrugging, Alicia said: "Before Voldemort implemented this action, this was just a theory, so no one knows whether it will work, but at least we now know that splitting the soul will cause the instability of the original soul, That's why he asked me to help him brew the soul stabilizing potion."

She paused and continued: "And the things I put in the potion I gave him are to destroy his current soul. It will definitely take time to revive him, but if we don't destroy his soul, we will There's no time to breathe to find his other soul shards."

Nodding with a heavy face, Regulus looked at the calmness and determination on Alicia's face, and asked, "Can I ask, Ellie, why didn't you tell me about this before?"

Alicia smiled and didn't speak. In fact, she wanted to tell him that it was because you hadn't experienced it, so you couldn't feel the horror of this incident. If I told you, I'm afraid you would show your feet in fear, but Now, she knew that Regulus would not make such a mistake.

She pretended to change the subject casually: "By the way, I haven't told you what that locket might be."

Regulus' attention was indeed diverted.

In the following time, Alicia began to tell Regulus about the Horcrux, but the self-satisfied Voldemort didn't know it at all. At this moment, a net bigger than his "great cause" was finally in Behind him, a few "children" who just graduated quietly unfolded behind him...