Chương 214: Chapter 214: Dumbledore's Arrival
12 Grimmauld Place.
The atmosphere in the Black family home was somewhat awkward.
Similarly, Sirius felt a bit stuck; he deeply regretted his previous impulsiveness.
Now that he had calmed down, he realized that he could have quietly informed Dumbledore.
"Blame Kreacher!"
Sirius silently cursed. That noble and pure-blooded cry had misled him greatly.
But compared to Sirius's regret, Ino was much more composed. Although he was a bit angry at first, he quickly let it go.
A foolish idiot wasn't worth it.
If Sirius had really been smart enough, the Potters might not have died so easily.
In this awkward silence, time ticked away second by second.
…
At the same time.
Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.
A blue light flickered, and Fide had already appeared on the office desk.
Facing the suddenly appearing phoenix, Fawkes showed no hostility. Instead, it chirped warmly and grabbed some herbs from a nearby stand, bringing them to the other phoenix.
Fide didn't even glance at it, merely standing quietly on the desk. It always remembered Ino's instructions: do not appear in front of ordinary wizards, do not chirp lightly...
On the large desk, the blue and red phoenixes together formed a picturesque scene.
But soon, this scene was broken as someone entered the office.
"Long time no see, Fide." Dumbledore walked to the desk with a smile and naturally took the letter.
The letter wasn't long. To save time, Ino had written only one brief sentence.
After putting down the letter, the smile on Dumbledore's face had disappeared, replaced by a look of seriousness.
"Fide! Please take me to Ino."
Fide nodded gently. With the growth over the past six months, its once chaotic thoughts had gradually cleared.
It could now understand many things.
…
A blue light flashed.
Dumbledore's figure suddenly appeared in the Black family home.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Sirius, as if finding a pillar of support, immediately stepped forward to greet him.
With just a glance at the room's atmosphere and the letter's contents, Dumbledore had already guessed the gist of the situation.
"Thank you for your trust, Sirius." Dumbledore responded with a smile, then turned his words: "However, you can try to trust Ino because I trust him a lot."
Though talking to Sirius, Dumbledore kept an eye on Ino's reaction.
"Hah!" Ino chuckled lightly. "Professor, I appreciate Mr. Black's cautious approach. Better safe than sorry."
Mr. Black. The polite address made Sirius awkwardly look at the floor. Though embarrassed, he succinctly explained the whole matter to Dumbledore.
As Sirius explained, Dumbledore's expression grew more serious.
A brave and kind person realized their mistakes and chose to sacrifice themselves to protect more people...
…
A few minutes later.
"Tom's magical talent was unparalleled, but he never learned control."
Dumbledore sighed lightly, his words tinged with regret.
"But before dealing with his relics, we need to bring back the silent hero."
Upon hearing this, Ino couldn't help but nod.
Dumbledore's prestige was indeed not just due to his strength. His wisdom, kindness, and understanding of people made everything he did seem effortless.
Were Voldemort's relics important? Undoubtedly. But Dumbledore didn't deal with them first. Instead, he thought of Regulus.
No matter the angle, there was nothing to criticize about this.
Dumbledore showed the utmost respect for both the deceased and the living.
"Professor..." Sirius choked up; he hadn't expected Dumbledore to prioritize retrieving Regulus's remains.
"I understand," Dumbledore said calmly. "Compared to dealing with Tom's relics, I think letting the hero see the light of day again is more important. Otherwise, how are we different from Voldemort?"
Sirius seemed deeply moved and nodded heavily: "Kreacher!"
The true protagonist of the Slytherin locket, the house-elf Kreacher, reappeared in the living room.
As if waiting for the call, Kreacher didn't acknowledge Sirius but bowed deeply to Ino, then to Dumbledore.
"Kreacher knows! Knows the young master is in the lake, but Kreacher couldn't do anything. There were too many... Kreacher was useless, couldn't bring the young master back..."
Kreacher spoke while hitting his head with his fists.
Seeing the hidden scars under Kreacher's rags, the three present saw the numerous scratches and bites. Some had long healed, while others seemed fresh. Clearly, these wounds weren't self-inflicted, as Kreacher lacked the necessary means.
"Stop, Kreacher," Sirius instructed calmly.
Yet, this calm tone revealed a hint of recognition and sympathy.
"Take me to Regulus!"
…
House-elves are, in some ways, extraordinarily gifted magical creatures. Their apparition far surpasses that of wizards.
With Sirius taken away by Kreacher, the Black family home fell silent.
"Thank you for your trust, Professor," Ino said, turning to Dumbledore.
Throughout, the old headmaster hadn't asked about the details. Even if he had, Ino would have used divination as an excuse.
But Dumbledore hadn't mentioned a word, showing such trust... It sometimes made Ino wonder if his surname should be Dumbledore.
Though just a joke, this near-blind trust felt oddly peculiar.
With a light pop, Kreacher reappeared in the living room.
…
After a dizzying spin, Ino found himself in a spacious cave.
The faint sound of waves crashing was audible.
A light pop signaled Dumbledore's arrival, brought by Kreacher.
Under everyone's gaze, Kreacher walked to a rock wall, pulling out a rusty dining knife and excitedly said, "Here it is!"
The dining knife cut into his wrist, but a red beam intervened first.
"Expelliarmus!"
Ino looked at the dining knife in his hand. It wasn't rust; it was dried blood.
Before coming here, seeing Kreacher's hidden scars had changed his previous view.
Especially now, witnessing this practiced bloodletting process, who knew how many times Kreacher had attempted this over the years.
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