Chapter 470 Screaming Old Lady Black

Blake's expression suddenly became serious. His steps were quick and powerful. He came to Joey in the blink of an eye. His deep eyes shot out sharp eyes, as if to pierce the other party.

"What do you mean by what you said just now?" His voice was low and aggressive.

Joey's body trembled involuntarily, but he soon gathered up his courage. He widened his eyes and replied fearlessly: "Didn't you read today's newspaper?"

"At 7 o'clock tomorrow night, sprinkle the light and shadow powder on the mirror, and you can see what is published in the newspaper." He smiled disdainfully at Sirius and was about to leave.

"By the way." As if he suddenly remembered something, he turned around and attracted the wizards in the Leaky Cauldron.

Joey's voice rose several degrees and was clearly transmitted to every corner: "The amount of light and shadow powder is limited, and the deadline for collection is 7 o'clock tomorrow night."

"Oh my, why didn't you say it earlier?" As soon as the voice fell, the noise in the bar almost overturned the roof.

The wizards no longer cared about maintaining their usual elegance and reserve. Based on the principle of not taking advantage of others, they rushed out of the Leaky Cauldron like tigers descending from the mountains.

They rushed towards Diagon Alley with only one thought in mind: they must not miss the opportunity to get something for free.

Even the usually calm old Tom hurriedly left his bar and ran to the backyard in two steps. He secretly prayed in his heart that he would still have a share of the light and shadow powder.

The Leaky Cauldron suddenly fell into a dead silence. Black slowly turned around, and his cold eyes locked onto Joey again. His wand appeared in his hand at some point, and the tip pointed directly at Joey's chest.

"Who allowed you to promote this to them?" Black's voice was like the polar wind, cold and piercing.

The tip of the wand flashed green light, obviously containing vicious magic such as unforgivable. A trace of fear flashed in Joey's eyes. He quickly raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, with a tremor in his voice: "It was Gringotts, they asked me to do this."

His lips trembled, and he continued to explain: "The goblins recruited many people to help them promote." He swallowed his saliva and asked Black not to be angry, "I swear to Merlin, I just helped promote it, and they gave me 1 Galleon as a reward."

Tears began to flash in Joey's eyes, and his voice was full of pleading. Black snorted coldly, with obvious disdain in his tone: "Get out!"

The other party was relieved and rushed out of the door of the bar without daring to stop.

Black clenched his wand and walked towards Diagon Alley with heavy steps. His figure cast a long shadow under the dim street lights, looking lonely and determined.

Suddenly, a hand pushed him roughly, and a rude voice sounded: "New here? Go to the back to line up for light and shadow powder." The man pointed to the notice on the wall and motioned Black to go and see it himself.

Notice from the Ministry of Magic and the Laurel Company:

Wizards in the British wizarding world can receive a box of light and shadow powder (worth 1 Galleon) for free at Gringotts or major wizard taverns. The deadline for receiving it is...

Blake's eyes quickly swept over the notice, and before he knew it, he had been squeezed into the queue by the crowd. He looked to the left and right and found that the windows of the shops were all showing the story of Tom and Jerry.

The clinking of pots and pans came one after another, and the noisy sound gave him a headache. Especially when he saw Tom the cat who was constantly teased by the mouse, his brows wrinkled involuntarily.

"It's ridiculous," he muttered in his heart, with a hint of sarcasm at the corners of his mouth, "Can't the cat even catch the mouse?" He continued to move forward, thinking to himself, "Even if I become an Animagus, I can catch Peter."

As the crowd moved forward, Blake was pushed forward, and after more than ten minutes, he finally came to the stairs of Gringotts.

Two goblins in black suits sat behind the table. One of them, with wrinkles on his face, pointed to a glass ball and said, "Touch it gently with your wand. If it lights up, it means you have received it."

Blake nodded and gently touched the glass ball with his walnut wand. As if a mist was injected, the gray inside the ball became more turbid.

"Sir, this is your light and shadow powder." The goblin on the left hand picked up a small box and handed over a card at the same time, "All relevant information is on this card, and we don't know anything else."

The goblin's cunning little eyes stared at Blake tightly, with a treacherous smile on his face, and said seductively, "Do you want to earn an extra Galleon? Not light and shadow powder, but gold coins..."

"Help you promote? Humph!" Blake's face was gloomy. Before the goblin finished speaking, he scolded and left.

The two goblins looked at each other. They didn't think there was anything wrong with their words and deeds. They shook their heads helplessly, obviously unable to understand that there were people in the world who would have trouble with money.

The fairy on the left murmured softly, handing out the light powder and card to the next person in line, "Do you want to earn an extra Galleon..."

"Of course..."

Black stood at the corner where Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley meet, his shoulder gently leaning against the wall, and began to read the card in his hand word by word in the faint light from the sign of the Flash Golem House opposite.

The card read: "Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, a mirror, a pinch of powder, and a spell, you can see the unknown hero of the wizarding world: Regulus Black."

"Hero?" A passing wizard heard this and couldn't help but laugh disdainfully, "Isn't he a Death Eater? Did he betray the You-Know-Who?"

The same question echoed in Black's heart, and his eyes became deeper, as if he was thinking about the answer to this question. He knew more about his brother than most people, but now the words on the card made him confused.

"Shh!" The person next to him quickly stretched out his hand and made a gesture to stop him. At the same time, he lowered his voice to warn his companion: "Don't talk nonsense. Whether it is the Ministry of Magic or the Dark Lord, they are existences that we cannot afford to offend."

"But the Ministry of Magic is too generous!" He carefully opened the box, and his eyes were attracted by the glittering light and shadow powder in the box. He couldn't help muttering: "But the powder made from the purest diamonds is only sold for 1 Galleon per box, which is really worth the money."

He looked up at his companion and asked curiously: "How big a diamond must be to grind into a full box of such light and shadow powder?

"Who knows? It's possible that they are made of small broken crystals." The companion shrugged and said half-jokingly, "But do you think that the price of diamonds in the wizard and Muggle world will start to rise because of this powder?"

The smart wizard raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen a business opportunity: "The last time Dumbledore went to the United States, it caused chaos in the potion market. Hehe, maybe we can make a fortune from diamonds this time. "

"Merlin, why didn't I think of it!" Another person exclaimed, pointing to Neville's herbal shop, "Have you noticed that the price of herbs has started to rise recently. Salamander bile, which used to cost 15 knuts a bottle, has now risen to 1 Sickle..."

They put on their hoods and discussed the recent abnormal events in the wizarding world in a low voice, and then their figures gradually disappeared into the darkness of Knockturn Alley. Black quietly watched them leave, hesitated for a moment, turned right and stepped into the musty alley.

More than a decade ago, when Dumbledore recruited Mundungus to join the Order of the Phoenix, Black had no good feelings for the dirty thief. However, when the Order of the Phoenix was re-formed, they really realized The importance of Mundungus.

The bald wizard knew Knockturn Alley very well and could obtain all kinds of information circulating in the underground world. Now, the grass on his grave is 5 feet high, and the Order of the Phoenix has lost its eyes and ears because of his death.

Black pushed open the door of Borgin and Burke's shop. The candlelight the size of soybeans in the store reflected various magical props of unknown origin, making them look even more terrifying. The severed hands in the glass cabinet seemed to greet Black, and the magic eyes in the glass jars turned as he moved.

"Borke!" Black knocked on the counter and caught a glimpse of the pile of telephones in the corner.

"Please wait a moment!" Burke shouted in a greasy tone, combing his greasy hair with his hands, "My dear, noble Master Black, is there anything I can do for you?" There was a hint of flattery in his voice, but his eyes revealed shrewdness and calculation.

"Call me Sirius. "Black responded coldly to Bock's enthusiasm. He put the card on the counter and pushed it over with two fingers, "Do you have any news about this?"

Bock pretended to think, his eyes rolling around. Soon, a flattering smile bloomed on his face, and he said in a mysterious tone: "I heard some things, but it was so long ago that I forgot that you had a younger brother."

Black took out a stack of Galleons directly from his sleeve, neatly stacked them into a pile, and placed them in front of Bock. With greed in his eyes, Bock smiled and held the Galleons over, opened the wooden box, and put these cute little guys in.

"Mr. Black, you are so generous. "Bock smiled flatteringly, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the pile of magic telephones that no one was interested in, and Roger's face appeared in front of him.

He originally thought that after the magic camera became popular, the magic telephone made by Roger would also be a big seller. However, the wizards in the magic world did not buy it at all. The goods he spent thousands of Galleons to buy were not in demand, and to date, only 3 units have been sold.

Bock secretly glanced at Sirius, the eldest son of the Black family, whom he had seen since he was a child. In his eyes, Sirius was a generous man, and he could not think of any other adjectives to describe him.

"Sirius, they will help your career." Burke held the phone in a mean manner and promoted it: "No matter where you are, just pick up the phone and you can call your friends."

"Oh, a low-quality two-way mirror?" Black sneered, changed the subject, and sternly scolded: "Tell me everything you know about Regulus! Otherwise..."

"Don't worry, Black." Burke comforted him in a gentle voice, "Regulus once accepted a mission from a mysterious man to bring a house elf..."

"If you can buy some, I might be able to remember more." Burke hinted shamelessly.

Black's face turned ugly. He suppressed the anger in his heart and asked coldly, "How much?"

"One is only 100 Galleons. Considering your great cause, I think you need at least 5." Burke's mouth corners were raised, and the word greed seemed to jump out of his eyes.

Black suddenly pulled out his wand and snorted at Burke: "Say it again?"

Burke swallowed his saliva and cursed in his heart: "This big wolf dog is still as impulsive as before."

"I'll give you a 50% discount!" Burke quickly changed his words, hoping to calm Black's anger with a low price. If the deal fails, there is still righteousness. There is no need to wave guns and sticks.

Black's expression was still gloomy, but he still put down his wand. He threw out a purse and slapped the counter heavily: "If you dare to play tricks on me, I will burn your shop!"

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Burke grabbed the purse excitedly, counted it, and then continued: "After the house elf was taken away by the mysterious man, your brother soon lost contact."

"There are many versions of the story circulating in the underground world. Some say that he betrayed the mysterious man and escaped from Britain; others say that he gave his life for the mysterious man. However, a new story has been circulating recently, that he betrayed the mysterious man but did not escape..."

Listening to Burke's words, Black felt that he was just talking nonsense. These different stories all came from the whims of the wizards in the tavern after drinking.

Looking at the magic telephone that was stuffed in his face, his face was full of anger towards the treacherous wizard in front of him, so that he missed the inspiration that flashed in his mind.

"Dear Sirius, if you give me another 10 Galleons, I will give you a traceless expansion pack full of historical weight." Burke rubbed his hands back and forth in front of him like a fly, trying to induce Black to take out more money.

Black ignored him and stuffed all the phones into his waist pocket. He walked away from Borgin and Burke's with heavy steps without looking back.

"Wow, I've made a fortune..." The glass door swung back and forth, and Burke's excited voice came out intermittently, reaching Sirius' ears outside the door.

He stopped, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, "Fiercefire."

He cursed in a low voice, and his wand shot out a blazing beam of light, instantly igniting the sign of Borgin and Burke's magic shop.

"Black!" Burke rushed out in a panic and shouted at the alley, "I'm going to let the Ministry of Magic arrest you! You, you..."

He suddenly remembered that Azkaban had been breached by the mysterious man and turned into an abandoned castle. Even if Sirius was really caught, there was no place to imprison him.

"Damn, my shop!"

In a blink of an eye, the sign of Borgin and Burke was completely swallowed by the fiery fire. The flames became stronger, melting the glass and flowing into the house. After a short delay, several items were burned.

Bock roared in rage and tried to put out the raging flames with a spring of clear water. However, this was not a raging fire, and ordinary spells were completely useless against it.

"Lieffire?!" He gritted his teeth in hatred and stomped his right foot heavily on the ground. Looking at the burned goods, he hurriedly used a counter-spell to calm the ferocious Fiendfyre.

"I swear!" He shouted at the shop whose facade was burned, "In the future, I will give a 50% discount to the wizards of the Black family and his friends!"

The wizards of Knockturn Alley gathered around the store. Some seemed to be kind enough to help, but Burke drove them away with a stern warning.

"Don't I know what you're thinking?" He stood in front of the shop that had lost its walls and doors, facing away from the smoke, and gritted his teeth as he said, "Even if I burn this place to ashes, I will never let the thieves from Knockturn Alley in!"

"Black-hearted Mr. Burke, can't you look at the world with kind eyes?" Someone asked bitterly.

"Ha, this is Knockturn Alley, not Diagon Alley." He sneered, waved his wand quickly, and a solid brick wall rose up, isolating the shop from the outside world. "Your kindness should be left to the street next door."

The people around saw that there was no opportunity to take advantage of, and they all dispersed with disappointment and laughter.

Black didn't care about the damage that Fiendfyre had brought to Borgin's shop. He looked at the city of London under the night with indifference, and whispered to himself: "It's better to burn it all." His voice drifted in the night wind with a hint of cold satisfaction.

At this moment, a question lay before him: go home, or wander for a while longer.

When he thought of the ancestral home at Grimmauld Place, his mind inevitably came to his younger brother, who his mother regarded as proud. He admitted that for a moment, he was jealous of Regulus.

"Hero? Or traitor..." Black's heart was troubled by an unprecedented contradiction. He stood on the top of the London clock tower, in a daze.

Before the moon completely fell into the sea level, he still hadn't figured out how Regulus died. In his heart, there was always a feeling that some key information seemed to be overlooked.

"What on earth?" He shook his head in distress and jumped down from the top of the tower. At the moment of hitting the ground, he immediately used his wand to stabilize his body and floated in the air.

He reached into his pocket, took out the slightly wrinkled card, and muttered to himself: "7 o'clock in the evening, right?"

The light of the morning sun gradually spread, as if responding to his question. Today's sunrise is particularly bright red, bursting out from the sea, illuminating the whole world.

Sirius decided to put aside the confusion in his heart for the time being and began to walk towards Grimmauld Place. When he pushed open the door of the mansion, the people in the house were gathered together, discussing the latest news in the newspaper.

"Padfoot, did you see it?" Tonks' voice was full of excitement, and she almost jumped and shouted to Sirius, "The newspaper says he is a hero."

"Tonight at 7 o'clock, a mirror, a pinch of powder, and a spell, you can see the unknown hero of the wizarding world: Regulus Black." Her clear voice echoed in the Black ancestral home.

Sirius felt a little dazed for a moment, his thoughts seemed to drift far away, and then slowly returned to reality. "Hero?" He asked uncertainly, "Does the newspaper really say that?"

"That's right!" Tonks opened her arms and opened the newspaper completely.

"You hold it upside down." Lupin reminded gently.

"Oh!" Tonks' cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly turned the newspaper over. Just like the previous three days, there was only one piece of news on the entire page of the newspaper.

Sirius frowned and recited it silently in his mind. The content published on it was exactly the same as on the card, except that "tomorrow night" was changed to "tonight".

He seemed to be unable to believe his eyes, pushed Tonks aside, and walked quickly to the windowsill. The second newspaper, the third newspaper... all the newspapers were saying the same words.

Even Lovegood's Quibbler and Rita's Daily Prophet published exactly the same news. He leaned on the windowsill with his arms, realizing that this was the work of the Ministry of Magic, and they had made an official definition of Regulus.

"Why?" He asked himself softly, holding the card given by the goblin, "Why? Why!..." His voice was sometimes soft and sometimes puzzled, but soon became loud and firm.

Suddenly, Sirius laughed loudly, with a kind of almost crazy relief in his laughter. He grabbed the newspaper at hand, ran to the hall, and ripped off the cloth covering his mother's portrait.

"The rebellious son who betrayed the family, the ungrateful and dirty son. And your friends, the old traitors of the pure-blood family, the dirty..." The old lady Black in the portrait continued her usual insults.

"Enough!" Sirius shouted at the portrait, "Look at what this is!"

He raised the newspaper and almost put the report on it to Mrs. Black's nose: "Your proudest son, Regulus, who you regard as a pure-blood heir, is now a hero in the wizarding world."

"Regulus is indeed my favorite son." Mrs. Black hadn't reacted yet, and shouted to Sirius in her sarcastic tone: "You, a traitor of the family, should learn from your brother."

"Learn from him? Hahaha..." Sirius laughed, and he patted his chest and said, "Don't you understand yet? Although the Ministry of Magic has not publicly regarded him as a hero. However, he must have betrayed Voldemort and must have done something to be killed silently."

Sirius' words echoed in the air, and his laughter was mixed with a complex emotion of anger and sadness. He was very happy because his brother finally recognized the truth and resisted Voldemort and those stupid pure-bloods.

At this moment, he felt that he was no longer a homeless wanderer, but a warrior who had overcome family prejudice. In this mansion that was once full of oppression and prejudice, he didn't feel alone!

"He betrayed Voldemort! Betrayed his beloved mother! Betrayed his self-righteous family! And your pure-blood ideas that should be flushed down the toilet!" Sirius said loudly, staring at the panicked expression of his mother in the portrait.

A sense of revenge surged in his heart, as if years of hatred had finally been vented. "Yes, it's your proudest son, Regulus." He added coldly.

"No!" Old Lady Black covered her face and screamed shrilly. Her body trembled in the frame, as if she was crying in this unacceptable fact, "It's not like that, it's not like that!"

"You are lying to me, aren't you?" Although her voice was still tough, there was a begging light in her eyes.

She even looked at Molly, the fat witch from the pure-blood old traitor's family. She hoped that someone would stand up to deny Sirius's remarks and give her a glimmer of hope.

Harry, Weasley and others looked at each other and remained silent. They agreed with Sirius that Regulus, a former Death Eater, was actually a hero in the fight against Voldemort.

Now, evidence was needed to prove that the report was true and irrefutable.

Sirius released his long-suppressed emotions in laughter. He tore off the velvet cover completely, letting the fiery morning light shine on the portrait without any obstruction. The face of Mrs. Black in the portrait was distorted, looking even more hideous and uneasy.

"You will see the truth at 7 o'clock tonight!" Sirius announced loudly, his laughter echoing in the house, his eyes filled with brilliant light. This light is not only an identification with Regulus, but also a victory over the wrong beliefs of the entire family.

With his laughter, the atmosphere in the house gradually changed from tense to relaxed, and even with a hint of celebration. Sirius's actions were like a sharp sword, completely cutting off the shadow of his past.

And the truth that everyone in the magic world expected, like the hands on a clock, slowly but unshakably walked step by step.

Under the propaganda of newspapers and wizards, everyone was full of hope for the mysterious 7 o'clock in the evening.