If Silverthread Jadebone is suited for summoning, Divine Corpse Sutra for toxins, and Iceskin of the Wine God for curses, then the first wand purchased—Crimsonblood Crystal—is more akin to the One Ring of Sauron, capable of ruling over the others.
All four wands had already been stored in his system space, and as for the one in his hand, he had just inquired about it with Ollivander.
This wand was already quite old, with slight damage, and required delicate maintenance.
"Welcome to a century-old shop. How may I help you?" Ollivander, who had already forgotten the earlier transaction, instinctively greeted the suddenly appearing customer.
"Twelve inches long, made of venomous vine wood and serpent nerve... As expected of a family with a fondness for the Dark Arts!"
Ollivander fondled the wand like a fetishistic pervert, repeatedly stroking it while Regulus Black watched with thinly veiled disdain, until the maintenance was complete.
Just as he stepped out of Ollivander's Wand Shop and had yet to decide his next destination, four Aurors dropped down from the sky.
"Expelliarmus!"
His old wand was immediately confiscated by the Aurors.
The reason he hadn't used any of the newly purchased wands and had continued holding this old one was because Regulus Black had sensed the ambush.
He could hear the shop door behind him being locked, and Ollivander hiding behind it, peeking out.
"Gentlemen, on whose behalf are you here?"
Regulus Black stopped Kreacher, who was about to attack, and calmly asked with a composed expression.
"State your identity. You are…?"
The female Auror captain dared not relax in the slightest. When she first received the intel, she thought she must be seeing things.
A Death Eater who was supposed to have vanished over a decade ago was now strolling around Diagon Alley?
Back in the day, when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named fell and disappeared, all exposed Death Eaters were swiftly captured—either sentenced to permanent imprisonment in Azkaban or set free through shady dealings. Even those who escaped imprisonment back then were still under surveillance. Yet, as time passed and they worked behind the scenes, the world slowly forgot their identities.
But when a previously recorded Death Eater, whose fate had been unknown for more than a decade, suddenly reappeared, it was impossible for the Aurors not to act. This could easily land them back on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
"I am Regulus Black. I believe you've found the right person."
Regulus Black maintained a cold and stoic expression, concealing the storm of thoughts raging in his mind.
"Come with us. Don't make any sudden moves, or I won't hesitate to hit you with the Killing Curse."
The Auror captain was excited, nervous, and even a little frightened. Back when she was just a student, her family had kept her well protected—she had never encountered a real Death Eater. All she had heard were rumors of their cruelty and corpse-devouring tendencies. Well… those were probably just exaggerated stories.
Regulus Black gave a slight nod in acknowledgment and was escorted by the four Aurors to the Ministry of Magic.
"With all due respect, you're not the least bit scary when you're threatening someone. In fact, you're kind of cute."
After delivering Regulus Black to the holding cells on the tenth underground level of the Ministry, while Kreacher was sent to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures on the fourth underground level, the Auror captain was thrown into disarray by his remark. The other Aurors chuckled quietly, and she stomped her foot in frustration before storming out of the dungeon.
Back in her office, Judy Fox was in turmoil. It was all that damned Death Eater's fault—how dare he flirt with her after being arrested?
So what if he's from a pure-blood family? I'm from a pure-blood family too.
So what if he's good-looking? I'm pretty as well!
When she saw her coworkers walking by, still smirking, Judy Fox grabbed a piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it at them.
She wasn't sure how this surprisingly cooperative Death Eater would be judged… and that uncertainty bothered her more than she liked to admit.
Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore summoned Professor Minerva McGonagall.
"I've received an invitation from the Ministry of Magic. I'm required to attend a trial at the Wizengamot."
Dumbledore's expression was filled with hesitation and puzzlement. To Professor McGonagall, it seemed as though he didn't want to attend the trial at all.
"Dumbledore, you seem troubled. Is there something wrong with this trial?"
"Yes, Minerva. The Ministry of Magic has captured a Death Eater who had been missing for a long time."
"Weren't all the Death Eaters tried over ten years ago? Some were locked away in Azkaban, and others escaped judgment."
Professor Minerva McGonagall's tone held clear resentment. Those noble pure-blood wizards with status, wealth, and power had managed to clear their names and avoid trial. Even now, they continued to live freely in the wizarding world. Others had turned on their fellow Death Eaters, betraying them like rabid dogs, and were granted amnesty in return.
"I find it puzzling too… Someone who was believed to have died over a decade ago has suddenly reappeared at this moment…"
There was no need for Dumbledore to elaborate; Professor McGonagall understood—after all, Harry Potter had just enrolled this year.
"Dumbledore, don't worry. I trust your judgment. Go without concern—I'll keep a close watch over the school."
Professor McGonagall tried to ease Dumbledore's concerns.
Dumbledore nodded and prepared to leave, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder from the box by the fireplace.
"Ministry of Magic!"
Once again, the Wizengamot courtroom was packed to the brim. Ever since the downfall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named more than a decade ago, every Death Eater had been hunted down.
Those with influence managed to escape trial. Those without background, support, or merit couldn't avoid imprisonment.
For over ten years, the Death Eaters who had evaded justice had kept a low profile, and many wizards had even left Britain entirely.
Since then, the Wizengamot had only been dealing with minor, insignificant cases. Rarely were all the eligible judges present—only the minimum number of standby officials usually sat on the panel.
When Dumbledore arrived, he was surprised to find he was the last member to enter. After offering polite nods to several familiar faces, he took his seat.
Minister Fudge relaxed the moment he saw Dumbledore. Upon hearing that a Death Eater had been captured, he had been ready to strangle the Auror team responsible. He had only taken office after the war and had enjoyed a smooth tenure for the past ten years—he didn't want his career to end in disaster.
He practically treated every Death Eater as if they were the Dark Lord himself.
"Since everyone is here, bring in the accused."
As Minister of Magic, Fudge would preside over the trial.
Under the escort of four Aurors, Regulus Black walked into the courtroom and up to the stand.
"Why isn't the accused restrained?"
Fudge was instantly alarmed upon seeing Regulus moving freely.
The panic spread quickly, and several wizards even drew their wands.
Regulus Black didn't speak or move—he simply stared coldly at the trembling Minister Fudge.
An awkward silence filled the chamber before Fudge finally regained the courage to face the accused. In that moment, it was hard to tell who was on trial.
Regulus glanced around the courtroom, only nodding slightly when his eyes landed on Dumbledore—a subtle gesture of acknowledgment.
That only deepened Dumbledore's confusion. Was this truly the Regulus Black he once knew?
"Would the defendant please state your name."
"Regulus Black. I was once a Death Eater. And just yesterday… I was resurrected."
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