dmims Chapter 241 The Disappearance of Regulus Black
Chapter 241 The Disappearance of Regulus Black
"Butler Chen, I need to take a bath and get ready." I said to the void as soon as I arrived at my villa.
"Yes, young master." Butler Chen appeared out of nowhere, responded, and then disappeared again.
When I got to the edge of the swimming pool, the cool pool water had been replaced with hot spring water for bathing, and many blue roses were floating on it.
He took off his clothes and jumped into the water.
"Butler Chen, from today onwards, seal off the surrounding area and go into seclusion for a year. The entire area within my territory is sealed off, and no one is allowed to leave." I'm planning to stay home for a year-long vacation and not go out. I'll also refine some magic potions or read some books. Anyway, my territory is quite large, and I can go fishing and find some magical protected animals in the forest.
"Yes, young master." Butler Chen didn't ask me why I wanted to seal off the territory; he would only follow my orders anyway.
I'm just treating this as a way to relax and spend the year at home, ignoring all the hustle and bustle outside.
Finally, a year has passed, and today I'm all packed up and ready to go find Regulus Black.
"After I leave today, you can lift the blockade on the territory, and then you can go about your business as usual." I put on my cloak and immediately Apparated away.
After I left, Butler Chen simply bowed to the void before going about his business.
When I reappeared at Blake's old house, it had changed drastically and become much more gloomy.
I knocked gently on the door.
"Who is it?" A hoarse male voice came from behind the door.
"A year has passed. What have you decided?" I asked softly.
“It’s you. Come in, Mr. Ayers.” Regulus Black slightly opened the door, just enough for one person to pass through.
"Excuse me." I stepped directly into the Blake mansion.
Once I went inside, I took off my cloak, and Kreacher, who was standing to the side, used magic to hang my clothes on a clothes rack by the door.
"Kreacher, go and prepare some snacks and tea," Regulus Black instructed Kreacher.
Then they led me to the reception room where I had been received a year ago.
“Long time no see, Regulus Black, you look so haggard.” As soon as we sat down, I stared at his appearance.
Compared to a year ago, I seem to have matured a lot, and I'm much healthier inside.
“Ayers, don’t you know my brother? He’s been imprisoned in Azkaban, why don’t you save him?” Regulus Black’s voice was hoarse; he looked as if he hadn’t slept for days.
However, it must be said that the Black family is indeed full of beauties. Regardless of gender, Regulus Black's mental state is not very good, but he still looks pretty good.
"Regulus Black, I think I already told you this method." It just requires Regulus Black to leave for a while; I need him to reappear in front of Sirius Black in the future to improve my favorability.
“I agree.” Regulus Black, who had been silent, immediately agreed to my request.
"Actually, your brother wasn't harmed in Azkaban and is doing quite well. Just think of it as going out to relax and have some fun. When I summon you again, you'll see your brother in person." I crossed my legs and leaned back lazily on the sofa.
"I can't figure out why you want me to leave for a while? Aren't you afraid that the master will blame me for leaving?" Regulus Black knew that he wouldn't get any answers by asking more questions; the person in front of him was hiding too many secrets.
“He won’t. Just give this letter to your master when you leave,” I said with certainty, and then handed a letter to Regulus Black.
After Regulus Black took the letter and put it away, Kreacher knocked on the door.
"Young Master Regulus, I apologize for the intrusion." Kreacher came in carrying small cakes and tea and placed them on our table.
Only after Kreacher left did I pick up my teacup and take a small sip.
"Will something happen after I leave?" Regulus Black didn't know why, but the person opposite him hadn't done anything, yet he felt very relaxed sitting there.
The pressure that had been weighing on me seemed to have eased a lot.
"Take a good rest, you must be tired." I used a seductive voice, having absorbed a small amount of the Nine-Tailed Fox's bloodline, to lull Regulus Black to sleep.
I slowly got up, opened the door, and left.
"Sir, are you planning to leave?" Kreacher stood respectfully at the door to see me off as I picked up the cloak hanging by the door.
"Kreacher, Regulus seems to be asleep. Could you please cover him with a blanket so he doesn't catch a cold?" I smiled, put on my cloak and hood, and left the Black manor.
After I left the old Black house, I planned to go and see what was happening to Sirius Black in Azkaban.
I'll do it as soon as I think of it, but I'll change my appearance first before I go.
I plan to merge with the bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Fox to see Sirius Black. According to the current timeline, he should already be in Azkaban.
Moonlight spilled into the quiet courtyard of the Black family home, making the ground appear as if covered with a layer of silver frost.
I stood there quietly, exuding a mysterious and captivating aura.
My figure is tall and slender, and my moon-white robe flutters in the wind like a cloud drifting in the night sky, light and free.
The robe was embroidered with pale blue cloud patterns, which appeared and disappeared in the moonlight, as if they contained endless dynamism and change.
It transformed into a face of exquisite beauty, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by the heavens.
Under the moonlight, her fair skin glowed softly, almost transparent, yet it exuded an indescribable resilience.
His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, their peaks as black as ink, exuding sharpness and intelligence.
His eyes were long and deep, like a dark pool, and now they were shimmering with a pale blue light, like cold stars, clear and cold with a hint of cleverness, as if they could see into people's hearts.
Beneath her high, straight nose were slightly upturned, thin lips, the color of which resembled blooming cherry blossoms, tinged with a faint blush. Her ambiguous smile added a touch of alluring charm.
What is most eye-catching are the nine fluffy and huge tails behind me.
The hair on its tail is soft and glossy, each strand shimmering with a silvery light, as if formed from moonlight.
The nine tails swayed gently, stirring up a breeze that seemed to carry a faint floral fragrance—the unique scent of the spirit fox.
As the tail swayed, the surrounding space seemed to ripple, spreading out layers of light like waves, dreamlike and illusory.
I raised my hand; my fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles.
On her wrist was a bracelet made of crystal-clear blue crystals, with a small fox-shaped jade pendant hanging from it, which reflected a dazzling light under the moonlight.
I tilted my head slightly and looked up at the night sky. The moonlight shone on his face, outlining his perfect profile.
At this moment, I feel as if I have become one with the tranquil night, possessing both the allure and agility of the fox clan, and a detached and lonely quality that transcends the mortal world.
A gentle breeze blew by, and I closed my eyes softly, a look of enjoyment on my face.
Nine tails stretched freely behind me, as if telling the story of my free and unrestrained soul.
In this tranquil courtyard, I, transformed into a nine-tailed fox, am like a breathtaking painting, radiating an irresistible charm that captivates all who behold my mysterious and enchanting world.
"Now that I've transformed like this, people who know me probably won't recognize me anymore." I curled one of my tails up in front of me and stroked it.
"But it seems those humanoid Dementors still won't let me go. I'd like to wander over there and have some fun. I'll transform into a fox and go check it out." I gave a wicked smile, and a flash of white light appeared.
Transformed into a nine-tailed spirit fox, her figure is elegant and agile, with long limbs supporting her streamlined body.
My fur is as smooth as the finest silk, each hair shimmering with a silvery luster, shimmering and sparkling in the moonlight, as if inlaid with tiny stars.
The fine downy fibers swayed gently in the breeze, like ripples spreading across a shimmering lake.
Its ears are sharp and sensitive, constantly turning alertly to catch any subtle movement around it.
The inside of the ears was covered in soft blue down, which gave off a slightly sinister aura under the moonlight.
Her eyes were like deep, dark pools, their pale blue gleaming with a lively light, containing wisdom and cunning, as if they could see through the secrets of all things in the world.
What's most eye-catching are the nine tails behind it.
Its nine tails resembled giant, blooming silver-white flowers, each thick and powerful with slightly curled tips, like meticulously crafted works of art.
The fur on its tail was even fluffier, swaying gently in the night breeze, like nine graceful ribbons dancing in the air.
When I gently sway my tail, the surrounding air seems to ripple, creating faint streaks of light, like dreamlike trails.
My nose, now transformed into a nine-tailed fox, was slightly damp, emanating a fresh scent.
I tilted my head back slightly, sniffing the air and trying to discern my surroundings.
Its mouth was slightly open, revealing a set of white and sharp teeth that gleamed coldly in the moonlight, making its power not to be underestimated.
My steps were light and steady, each step landing silently, as if afraid of disturbing the peaceful night.
Based on my intuition, I can sense the direction of Sirius Black's location.
I stepped into the void in the corresponding direction, my nine tails swaying and intertwining behind me, creating a magnificent scene.
I sometimes paced in the open space, and sometimes leaped onto the nearby boulder, displaying unparalleled agility and freedom.
The moonlight shone on me, outlining its perfect silhouette, as if it were a fairy that had stepped out of mythology.
In this quiet mountain forest, I, transformed into a nine-tailed spirit fox, exude a mysterious and alluring aura with my unique charm, captivating people as if they have fallen into an eternal dream, unable to extricate themselves from my otherworldly beauty.
Azkaban, the wizarding prison that strikes fear into the hearts of wizards, stands on a remote island in the North Sea, surrounded by cold, turbulent waters, as if it were a forgotten corner of the world.
From a distance, Azkaban resembles a massive black fortress, its somber hue blending seamlessly with the gloomy sky.
Its walls are high and thick, made of countless cold, black boulders. The rough, uneven surfaces of the stones are covered with the marks of time, as if telling countless tragic stories that have happened here.
The top of the wall was covered with sharp spikes that gleamed coldly in the dim light, like the menacing fangs of a demon, always on guard against any attempt to break in or escape.
Inside Azkaban, the first thing you feel is a chilling cold and silence.
The air was thick with the stench of decay and despair, as if countless tormented souls were wandering within it.
The prison corridors were narrow and dark, with a few flickering lanterns hanging on the walls, emitting a weak and unstable light that could barely illuminate a small area, while most of the place was shrouded in darkness.
The light cast eerie shadows on the wall, which twisted and swayed like living things as the sea breeze howled, sending chills down one's spine.
The cells were small, cramped spaces with rusty yet sturdy iron bars, each bar seemingly telling the story of the struggles of the souls that had been imprisoned.
The cell was dark and damp, the floor was covered with dust and grime, and the corners were piled with foul-smelling junk.
The prisoners were kept in such appalling conditions and suffered endless torment.
The truly terrifying thing about Azkaban is the Dementors who guard it.
They are enormous, like ghosts draped in black robes, with no facial features, only a perpetually open mouth that sucks up human happiness and souls.
The Dementors moved silently through the prison, intensifying the cold and extinguishing hope wherever they went.
Under their influence, the prisoners gradually lost their memories of beautiful things, were completely consumed by despair and fear, and eventually became walking corpses.
Staying in Azkaban, time seemed to lose its meaning.
The prisoners suffered in darkness and pain, unable to distinguish between day and night. The only thing they could feel was endless loneliness, fear, and despair.
This prison not only imprisons people's bodies, but also destroys their spirits and souls; it is the darkest and most terrifying existence in the magical world.
I am strolling leisurely through the corridors of Azkaban, where Dementors roam freely.
The Dementors all floated high in the sky. I shrunk my nine-tailed fox body to its smallest size and hopped and skipped around the corridor.
If someone saw it from a distance, they would only think it was a ghost or something.
I searched for Sirius Black in cell after cell.
Finally, in the corner of a cell, they saw Sirius Black, who was covered in dirt.
I can tell he's not in a good state right now; he seems a bit dazed.
I cast a 'Shrink Rapidly' spell on myself, turning myself into a miniature fox the size of a palm, and then jumped through the gap into Sirius Black's cell.