Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

Mochir wanted to say something else, but his words were interrupted by the person in the frame.

It was a well-dressed old wizard with a goatee who looked very shrewd.

Mochir had seen his photo in "Hogwarts: A School History". The headmaster of Hogwarts from the late 19th century to 1926, Phineas Nigellus Black (Sirius Harry's great-great-grandfather, Harry's grandmother's grandfather), is said to be the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts).

Principal Phineas had obviously been waiting for the portrait for a long time, and his tone sounded very anxious, "Dumbledore, you said he could help Regulus!"

"Oh... yes, yes, Phineas, don't be anxious. Things are always done one by one. Rushing for success will only make things worse." Dumbledore remained calm and calm.

This clearly pissed off the painting, his goatee twitching, and Mochir had no doubt that if it hadn't been a painting, he would have had his wand out.

Regulus... Moqil didn't expect to hear this name here, and the gloomy, somewhat melancholy thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy came to mind involuntarily. This seemed to be a memory from a long time ago.

"Oh, actually, Mochir, it's not me who wants to find you today." Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the portrait on the wall, "It's Principal Black who wants to ask you for help." Save his great-grandson.”

Mochir did not look at the portrait immediately, but looked at Dumbledore with a strange expression.

He always had the feeling that everything was planned, as if from receiving Dumbledore's notebook, to discovering the magic potion of soul echo, to attending academic conferences to obtain the news about Lake Natron's neophyllin, Then later, I got Sirius's tears, and then came to this office.

All of this seemed to be planned by the old man in front of him who didn't seem to care much about anything.

But how is this possible?

Mochir has never underestimated Dumbledore. He always thinks that the greatest wizard of our time will become more powerful. But if the other party can arrange himself so clearly, then it is really... too scary!

With so many coincidences coming together, even a little bit of omission will make things go in other directions. How much advanced computing power is needed to optimize all variables...

At this moment, Moqier even preferred to believe that these were coincidences, and that these weird feelings in his heart were all nonsense speculations.

But he can't ignore it!

This person needs to be compared. When you are miserable, you will feel much better when you look at someone who is worse off than you.

At this time, Mozier instinctively thought of the Dark Lord hiding in a certain wizard in Hogwarts. Mozier felt that Dumbledore had clearly arranged for him, but it was not yet time to close the net.

At least from the current point of view, Dumbledore has no ill intentions towards him, but this is not the case towards the Dark Lord.

According to Dumbledore, everyone is at the same level... Although Mochir didn't believe it, it was obvious that the Dark Lord was still too young to face a thousand-year-old fox like Dumbledore.

Of course, Mochir is the younger brother among younger brothers.

Mochier finally suppressed these thoughts in his heart, and then he looked at Principal Black and asked politely: "Mr. Black, I don't know where you knew that I can help your great-grandson... but you can tell me Look, if I can help you, I won’t refuse.”

"You must help me!" Principal Black looked very excited. Even in a portrait, you can see his shaking body. "Regulus is the last bloodline of our Black family... Oh, I It means that if the child in Azkaban cannot come out, Regulus is...our last bloodline, and you must help him."

As he spoke, the old man in the portrait began to cry sadly.

After a long time, he finally calmed down a bit and sadly told what happened.

"It happened not long ago. I went back to our old house and chatted with my brother. Oh, I mean there is a portrait of me there. I can go in and out of these two places at will, but let me Unexpectedly, the house elf at home brought back an Inferi and told me that it was my great-grandson, Regulus Black.

Poor kid, I remember the last time I saw him, he was this old. Principal Black gestured with his hands, "I can hardly imagine what that child went through. He followed Voldemort, that damn dark wizard. After the war, we all thought he was hiding somewhere and just disappeared. But when I saw this child again, he turned into an Inferi. Oh my god, I can hardly imagine what he has gone through in these years. "

Mochir looked at Dumbledore in confusion. He asked with some confusion: "Professor, do you think I can help him? The Inferi is a dark magic created by dark wizards... Well, I'm not sure about that. Are the gadgets still living things? After all, the materials used to make them are the corpses of wizards. Do you think it is possible for a guy who has long been a corpse to be resurrected?"

Dumbledore seemed to have expected that Mochir would ask this question, and he replied almost without thinking: "I'm pretty sure you can help him, Mochir, and I'm even more sure now. Not only you, but also you The researcher named Xue Zhang in the research room has done in-depth research on this area before. I think he can provide you with some good suggestions. I went to see Regulus, and I am very sure that he and those The monster treated by the dark wizard is different. His soul is firmly locked in the body... Strictly speaking, he is not dead yet, but is in a strange state between survival and death."

Mochir's brows furrowed tightly. If Dumbledore goes by what he said, then there really may be a way to solve this problem.

What's more important is that Mochir has still not come out after experiencing those memories of Sirius. In a daze, he even felt that he was still Sirius, and his own memories told him that Regulus of bravery and fearlessness.

These memories were mixed together, and Moqil had an inexplicable feeling when he heard the name Regulus, as if that was his younger brother.

"And what do I get, Mr. Black?"

The portrait stopped crying. He seemed to feel that it was a shame to cry in front of others around him. He said with some embarrassment: "Regulus is already the last heir of the Black family. If you really cure him, then I can swear by the noble Black family that I will give you half of the Black family’s wealth.”

Mochir looked at Dumbledore without saying anything, waiting for the other party to express his position.

Dumbledore nodded, indicating to Mochir that this matter was acceptable.

The leaders have expressed their opinions, so what else does Mochir have to say? Anyway, it is just a try, and there is no guarantee whether it will succeed or not. With Dumbledore's guarantee, he does not have to worry about whether the promise of this portrait can be fulfilled.

Moqier always felt that this was a bit unreliable. After all, it was just a portrait...

But now that the boss Dumbledore has taken a stand, what can he do?

Just give it a try, the laboratory is short of materials anyway, and the Inferi cannot be found anywhere.