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Seeing this touching scene, Harry couldn't help crying.
In front of him, Sirius was crying as he tightly hugged Legrus' corpse. He was crying so sadly, constantly muttering, "Let's go home, Legrus, let's go home …"
In Sirius's embrace, Legrus didn't feel anything.
His open eyes were misty, as if there were spider webs in them. He reached out his pale white and withered hands, tightly hugging Sirius. This was not a normal hug, rather it was filled with malice, as if he wanted to drown Sirius in the lake.
"Be careful, Sirius."
Harry quickly shouted out a warning, but his voice came to an abrupt stop.
He felt an arm wrap around him from behind, an arm that was as cold as death, without flesh and blood. It lifted him off the ground and slowly, but without any hesitation, walked towards the black lake.
Harry struggled to get away, but he didn't succeed. The Yin Corpses were much stronger than him, so he was slowly dragged into the lake.
The magic wand in his hand sent out several spells in vain, once again falling silent.
Harry was filled with despair. He knew that if this continued, he would definitely drown. Just like Legrus, he would become another Yin Corpse protecting the fragment of the Lord Voldemort's soul.
But at this time, a flame appeared in the darkness, one that was much stronger than the red flames Elwyn and Hermione released.
A bright, golden red ring of fire surrounded the rock. Those Yin Corpses that were tightly holding onto Harry began to stagger, their bodies swaying.
They didn't dare enter the lake through the flames, so they could only throw Harry down.
Harry fell to the ground and his foot slipped on the rock, scraping his arm, but he quickly struggled up. He saw Dumbledore, Elwyn, and Hermione walk out of the flames. Elwyn and Hermione's faces were pale, but they didn't look too bad. In front of them, Dumbledore had a serious expression, golden flames dancing in his light blue eyes.
His magic wand was raised high like a torch, the tip of the magic wand releasing flames. It was like a giant and warm lasso, surrounding the Yin Corpses.
The might of these flames was shocking, the Yin Corpses that touched it turned to ashes. The remaining Yin Corpses bumped into each other, trying to escape the flames surrounding them.
"Professor, Elwyn, Hermione!" Harry happily shouted.
He staggered forward a couple of paces, then stopped short.
When he heard Sirius's shout, he hurriedly turned around and saw Sirius and Legulus fighting at the edge of the flames. Kreacher stood to the side helplessly.
Because of the flames, Regulus was violently struggling, wanting to escape back into the lake, but Sirius tightly held onto him, not letting go. Because he was using too much strength, his face was completely red.
Harry quickly went over to help, with Elwyn and Hermione also quickly following.
The three of them used their strength together, helping Sirius hold down Regulus. Elwyn even used magic to create ropes to tie him up.
But Regulus' strength was shocking, completely surpassing the limits of humans. They were not his match even if they worked together.
When everyone couldn't hold on any longer, Dumbledore walked over.
He didn't use any beautiful magic, he just used the magic wand in his hand to lightly tap Regulus' head. Regulus immediately calmed down and turned back into a real corpse.
In the dark cave, Elwyn gasped for breath. Looking at the terrifying and strange scene around him, as well as the gradually calming Regulus, he knew that everything was over. They had finally freed Regulus from his endless torment.
They had completed Regulus' final wish, destroying the locket and finding his corpse, removing the evil black magic from his body.
At this moment, his soul could finally rest in peace.
The sun was setting in the west, in a remote graveyard near Grimmauld Square.
This was the graveyard of the Blake family. In the center of the graveyard was a very tall and imposing dark black marble monument. The emblem of the Blake family was engraved on it. Beside the emblem was an eye-catching gold-plated slogan: Eternal glory to the noble and oldest Blake family.
Around the monument were tombstones of different ages. They were of different shapes, but they had one thing in common, and that was that the materials used were extremely exquisite.
On the right side of the graveyard was the black silhouette of three tall yew trees and a small church. On the left side of the graveyard was the exquisite old house at 12 Grimmauld Square.
Just like 12 Grimmauld Square, due to lax management, everything here could only vaguely recognize the glory of the past.
The graveyard was overgrown with weeds. From time to time, crows would perch on the tombstones, watching the intruders warily.
Under the merciless ravages of time, most of the tall and exquisite tombstones had been damaged. They stood there quietly, silently telling the desolation of the Blake Family.
In the innermost corner of the graveyard, Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, Elwyn, Harry, Hermione, and Kreacher stood solemnly in front of an extremely narrow and ordinary tombstone that did not match the style of the surrounding tombstones. They had gathered here to send Regulus off for the last time.
Lupin had rushed over after receiving the news. He had been waiting for everyone at the Broken Cauldron Bar, preparing to spend a perfect Christmas, but he did not expect to receive such news.
Apart from Lupin, there was no one else.
In fact, they had originally planned to invite a few more people to attend Regulus' funeral, but Sirius did not know who to invite no matter how much he thought about it.
Regulus had once worshiped the Lord Voldemort crazily when he was alive. He wanted to become a Death Eater, and most of his friends and relatives were like this. Almost all of them were students of Slytherin Academy who eventually became Death Eaters. Now, they were either dead or imprisoned in Azkaban, so it was impossible for them to be invited.
Therefore, in the end, there were only a few of them.
Kreacher's mournful, dry cries sounded intermittently, like someone playing a violin without a tune. It was very uncomfortable to listen to.
Elwyn had never attended a funeral before, so he did not know what a normal funeral would look like. However, Regulus' funeral was undoubtedly shabby, and everything had been prepared in a hurry.
On Regulus' tombstone, there was a short inscription: Regulus Actullus Blake rests here forever. He was a kind Death Eater who used his life to defend dignity and justice. He gave up his life to resist the Lord Voldemort. He was a well-deserved hero, and he was the eternal pride of the Blake Family.
Before this, Elwyn had never thought that kindness and Death Eater could be linked together.
To other Death Eaters, this might be a great mockery, but to Regulus, it was the most honest evaluation.
As mentioned later, Regulus used his life to defend justice and resist the Lord Voldemort. He was a true hero.
Beside the tombstone, Sirius looked haggard, but he did not shed any tears. He only looked at his brother's coffin silently.
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