"I wish you a peaceful sleep from the pride of the Black family."

On the light black tombstone, a line of scribbled English letters are engraved alone.

This line of letters was carved by Sirius himself. Although they are not very beautiful, they represent all his feelings for his younger brother.

In front of the tombstone, Sirius, Harry, Lupin, Nifadora, Nassis, Lucius, Victor, Dumbledore and other wizards in black stood quietly, watching Regulus's coffin be placed in the cemetery and enjoy the peace of Yonghen.

When the funeral was over, Victor, who felt depressed, nodded to the old wizard, Lucius, Harry and the Big Dog, and quietly left the Black family cemetery.

He doesn't like the atmosphere now.

Afterwards, Victor returned to Hogwarts. After that, he locked himself in the bedroom, took out the Slytherin locket with some complexity, and looked at it in silence.

Birth, old age, illness, and death are things that people always have to experience. It is precisely because of the fear of death that he falls in love with the mage, the undead, the gods, demons, ghosts and other fantasies that can never die...

"Do you want immortality?"

Suddenly, a hazy voice appeared in Victor's mind.

"Who are you?"

The wizard in the absence of his mind suddenly stood up, instinctively pulled out his wand, and quickly made up for himself a large amount of protective spell.

Shield Technique.

Iron armor curse.

Defensive arrows...

"Young wizard, don't be nervous."

The sound rang again.

Victor was surprised, and suddenly looked at the locket in his hand as if he had thought of something.

"Voldemort?"

"Yes, it's me, the only one who surpasses death."

The male voice was filled with a hint of complacency, a hint of arrogance, and a hint of madness.

"hehe……"

Victor showed a sarcastic smile.

"how?"

"I'm not interested in cutting my soul into several pieces, dear Voldemort, or dear Tom... Now, let's have a good talk and tell you the process of opening your vault. I can give you a pleasure, otherwise, the ring, the crown, and the gold cup will be your role model."

A certain wizard was too lazy to talk nonsense and asked directly.

Although Voldemort is an arrogant and irritable guy, his wisdom is undeniable, so tricks such as deception are of little use to him. On the contrary, if he really wants to play tricks on his own, he may fall into his trap, just like poor Kiro. What's more, he is not short of experimental materials now, so he naturally does not value the residual souls in the locket.

Hearing Victor's threat, Voldemort in the locket fell silent.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing this, a mage directly took out the pottery bottle that sealed the undead of Voldemort, let the locket feel the breath inside, and then tore the residual soul that had lost its value into pieces in front of him.

"Dear Tom, I have limited patience, so please think quickly."

"snort……"

A cold snorted from the locket.

Then, a feminine energy rose from the locket and wrapped around the arm of the Zhai Master.

As a result, he was stopped by layers of protective magic. After trying the feminine energy several times, he found that he could not break through someone's defense at all.

"hehe……"

Master Zhai smiled sarcastically again.

Afterwards, he chanted a spell and threw a magic relief onto the locket.

Afterwards, a burst of black smoke rose, and several black magic spells attached to the locket were melted.

"Dear Tom, it's useless."

The locket was silent for a moment again and slowly spoke.

"How should I trust you?"

"Tom, you have no other choice, don't you?"

Victor shook the locket in his hand, his tone was very relaxed and casual.

"Then you will get nothing."

"Okay, then that's it."

Although the result was disappointing, it was not beyond his expectations.

After saying that, a mage of a house threw the locket onto the desk. Then, he locked the door of the bedroom, released the protective magic around him, and returned to the desk again, and released the magic to the locket on the desk.

The fate of this remnant soul has been destined, that is, he is created into a dead soul.

...

After a long time, Victor rubbed his forehead tiredly, and a smile of unknown significance appeared on his face.

“Um…”

At first, Voldemort was very tough, but when his soul fragments gradually appeared, he no longer had the dignity of the Dark King and told the vault that Victor wanted to know. After listening carefully, a mage of a certain house was completely transformed into a dead creature regardless of Voldemort's wailing and cursing. Afterwards, he searched for the memories of the undead and found many pictures of the Guling Pavilion. After the two were in line with each other, he finally found a way to enter the vault.

The only shame is that he is not sure if Voldemort is hiding anything.

"Try it first."

In the end, Victor made such a decision.

Afterwards, he crushed the undead, which had just been made and seemed too fragile because of his incomplete soul. Then, he collected the remaining fragments and those just now and sealed them into the pottery bottle again. These broken soul fragments are materials that release certain undead magic, so he naturally would not waste them, not to mention that these broken soul fragments contain mysterious snake words, which are of great research value.

Time passes by again.

When Victor made the key to open the vault door according to Voldemort's memory, the sky was completely dark.

“Um…”

He stretched, picked up the key, got up and walked out of the house.

It takes two steps to open Voldemort's vault. One step is this key, and the other step is the snake password he set himself. One step has been obtained, so there is naturally another step to complete.

...

Turning around a few corners, Victor comes to the Weasley Twins' dormitory.

This is the longest place for Harry to stay.

"Squeak..."

A professor opened the dormitory door as usual, and saw Harry, Draco and Weasley twins playing King Arthur's Wrath.

"professor."

"professor."

Seeing him come in, a few little guys greeted him laughing.

Victor was surprised. Because in his eyes, the platinum dragon that had been cut out from almost the same template as Lucius could no longer see Malfoy's elegance. At this moment, if it weren't for his iconic platinum hair, a professor would have thought it was a genuine frizzy little lion.

"Damn..."

Thinking of Lucius's appearance when he saw this scene, a mage of some jail couldn't help but mutter with joy.

"Professor Victor..."

"What's the matter?"

Seeing him distracted, the twins began to act cute.

"Oh, it's nothing. I want to find Harry, but now it seems...you keep playing, it's not a big deal anyway...Harry, if you have time, please come to my bedroom again tomorrow..."

He rubbed the boy's head and turned around and walked in the direction he came.

Tonight, it seems a bit late. It is inappropriate to go to Guling Pavilion now. I'd better wait until tomorrow...

"Okay, professor."

...

ps: This chapter was a bit late yesterday, I’m sorry.

ps1: This is just a happy cute article. You can read happily every day and just complain. There is no need to be serious about some things, maybe that's it.

ps2: The above remarks have nothing to do with me, they are all randomly typed on the keyboard...

ps3: Cross-provincial is not allowed.

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