"Came to life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Pansy greedily breathed in the rare fresh air, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, revealing a satisfied smile, if the stuffy air in this old mansion was to let her suck it again, Pansy felt that she might faint at any moment.

She poked her head out of the window slightly, looking down at the desolate view of the neighborhood below.

Malfoy walked straight to the front of the room to a delicate fireplace, to the right of which were two ornate glass cabinets, and a wall covered with a tapestry of the Black family's tree, with drawings dating back to the Middle Ages.

On the top of the tapestry are several large letters: The noble and oldest Black family is forever pure.

"Why is this blanket so permed? If it were burned out in my house, it would have been replaced in a day at most, and it seems that the rumors of the Blake family's wealth were false. Pansy then walked around behind Malfoy, followed his gaze, and saw the tapestry that had been burned through a few holes, tilted her head to one side, and said with some disdain.

"Dealing with those traitors who betrayed the so-called "family glory", they chose to punish them by removing their names from the family tree. Malfoy said lightly.

"Really?" Pansy looked at the tapestry again.

"Oh, I see, Sirius Black must have lost his name because he was imprisoned in Azkaban, because the people in the family thought it was a disgrace. Pansy clapped her hands lightly and said in a sudden tone, which she had come to after staring at the tapestry for a few more seconds.

"You may be right. Malfoy didn't want to explain any more, it wasn't necessary, and Pansy's reasoning was quite reasonable in a sense, so he was still prepared not to discourage Pansy.

And Malfoy couldn't explain why he knew the so-called truth.

"Step back a bit, and something strange might pop up next. Malfoy reminded Pansy behind him, as he prepared to open the dirty glass cabinets, where the Horcruxes were likely to be hidden.

Pansy immediately took a few steps back, but still watched Malfoy's movements intently.

"Be careful, Draco. Pansy reminded aloud.

Sure enough, there were a lot of strange magical items hidden inside, Malfoy dealt with them carefully, a silver snuff box seemed to suddenly come to life, jumped up from the partition, tried to bite his hand, and then was shattered into some fine silver dust by a spell, and at the same time, a multi-legged tweezer-like silver object quickly crawled up Malfoy's arm, straight to his throat, as if trying to puncture his skin, but was quickly picked off by Malfoy's wand, and flew straight out of the window.

"Why not?" Malfoy's brow furrowed, and the contents of the glass cabinet were in full view before his eyes, except for the few offensive objects he had just disposed of, all that was left was a large pile of antique seals, a few short swords that had long since been rusted, animal claws, coiled snakeskins, and a decorative crystal bottle with an opal inlaid with blood inside.

The last thing that appeared in his eyes was a dusty music box.

Malfoy grabbed it in his hand, twisted the clockwork slightly, and the music box began to faintly emit the ominous music of Ding Ding Dongdong.

"De—" Pansy felt sleepiness at the sound of this, and her eyes widened in confusion, and then she yawned, and her body began to sway, and finally she leaned back, and collapsed on the soft couch behind her, without even saying Malfoy's name.

"It's better for you to get some sleep first. Malfoy looked at Pansy lying on the couch with her eyes closed, and whispered.

The process of destroying the Horcrux should be kept secret no matter what, both for her own sake and for her safety.

Sometimes it's never a good thing to know too much.

Malfoy then gently closed the lid of the music box, removed the earbuds from his ears, and threw them on the floor.

"Kreacher. Malfoy then softly spat out the house elf's name.

There was only an explosion, and Kreacher suddenly appeared in front of Malfoy's eyes, holding a black brush in his hand, covered in dust, and it seemed that he was cleaning.

"Master Malfoy, what do you command?" asked Kreacher, bowing respectfully.

It seems that he has adapted quickly to the arrival of this new master, and if another wizard had inherited the old mansion, it would not have been possible to get Kreacher's approval so quickly, but Malfoy's relationship with the Black family, and his identity is also pureblood, so he quickly gained Kreacher's loyalty.

"I command you, Kreacher, that you went to a cave more than ten years ago and took a box from there, and I ask you to give it to me. Malfoy was very direct about his purpose, and he suddenly realized that he didn't need to look around like a headless fly, and that the house-elf in front of him was a witness to all of Regulus's actions, and it knew all the inside stories.

You only need to give a strong order to it yourself to get the truth.

Regulus sacrificed himself to bring back the Horcrux and ordered him to destroy it.

But how can an ordinary house-elf destroy this most evil. Maybe a magic item that has been protected?

Thus, the Horcrux that caused Regulus to give his life should be hidden somewhere in the mansion right now, and Kreacher could not have been unaware.

"Master Regulus has said that Kreacher can't tell anyone...... Anyone in the family ...... Anything that happened in the cave......" Kreacher heard Malfoy's command, his eyes suddenly lost their brightness, and he stammered, answering Malfoy's question in a low voice like a bullfrog.

It was resisting, resisting Malfoy's demands, something that was almost impossible for a house-elf whose supreme law was to obey his master's orders.

"I am not a direct member of the Black family, and besides, Kreacher, you must know that I am your new master, and the constraints imposed on you by your former master should no longer bind you. Malfoy's eyes were fixed on Kreacher, not letting up at all, and he didn't want to push the poor house-elf too hard, so he had to start with the loopholes in Regulus's words.

Then Malfoy saw that Kreacher's eyes seemed to be in focus again, and his stiff body began to tremble, and he swayed, gasping for air, and his shriveled chest rose and fell sharply, and let out a blood-clotting scream—

"Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to carry out the young master's orders!" The terrible memory sealed in the dust in the depths of his heart was released, Kreacher's expression fell into horror and remorse, its body suddenly moved, and it chose to rush towards the fire stick standing by the hearth, it wanted to beat itself and punish itself, it failed to complete the task given to it by Young Master Regulus!

"I command you to stop, Kreacher. Malfoy said slowly.

As the words fell, Kreacher fell straight to the cold floor, tears pouring out of his sunken eyes.

"Give me that box, and I'll fulfill his unfulfilled wish for Regulus. Malfoy walked over to the floor where Kreacher was lying and looked earnestly into Kreacher's sunken eyes.

"No, no, it's a horrible box, and Kreacher can't murder the new owner. Tears still flowed from his eyes, and he shook his head on the floor, running down his long nose into his grinning mouth, and a mouthful of gray teeth could be seen.

"Horror?" Malfoy thought, keenly grasping a word in Klee's cut.

It is likely that the Slytherin locket has already demonstrated its demagogic power as a Horcrux, perhaps because Kreacher is a house-elf, which is different from ordinary wizards.

"I repeat, I command you, give me that box. Malfoy said slowly, but there was a determination in his tone that could not be denied.

"That box is hidden in Kreacher's usual sleeping place!" Kreacher suddenly began to scream, and a wheel rolled over from the stone floor to his feet and rushed downstairs.

"Basement?" Malfoy didn't have time to think about why he had already inspected it in more detail, but he still missed it?

"I see. Soon, Malfoy followed Kreacher to the basement where he had just circled Pansy, and watched Kreacher rush over and open the cupboard.

There was a sink inside, and below was a hole filled with traces of oil, and a few dead bugs were lying there.

"This is where Kreacher usually sleeps. At this time, Kreacher's expression was full of pride, as if it were the place where he lived, and the more shabby and dirty it was, the more proud he was of it.

"But Kreacher still doesn't want to let the new master get this box, this box is the Dark Lord's belongings, it's too evil, it's too cruel, it's for it...... Master Regulus is for it," Kreacher said, his sadness rising again, and his voice began to twitch again.

Malfoy ignored him and whispered, "Dobby." He called out to the house-elves he had brought from his house.

"Dobby is ready to wait for the young master's dispatch at any time. "I have to say, the house-elves are very good at apparition, and Dobby only came to Malfoy in front of him for a moment, bent his waist, and bowed.

"Look at him. Malfoy said as he stared at Dobby, pointing a finger at Kreacher.

"The sword is flying!" Malfoy then raised his wand and chanted the incantation, only to see the Gryffindor's sword pierce through the door and fly into his hand, if anyone else is present, if you look closely, you will find that the tip of the sword is quenched with a black liquid.

At this moment, the box had been picked out of the hole by Kreacher and rolled down to the dusty floor.

Malfoy's eyes stared at the locket in front of him, which was inlaid with a green python-shaped gem, arranged in an "S" shape, with strange patterns all over its body, it was spitting letters, opening its bloody mouth, as if seeing food, ready to pounce on it at any time, and around the green gem, it was engraved with astrological symbols and visual notation.

These symbols involve astrological knowledge of the measurement of the relative angles of the planets and their relationship to each other.

"That's you. Malfoy nodded in conviction, and then no longer hesitated, and began to destroy the Horcrux.

As if sensing danger, the contents of the locket squirmed like cockroaches in a cage, as if seeking the sympathy of others, and then the small gold lid of the locket popped open.

Malfoy was impressed by the fact that behind each of the two small glass windows was a living eye, black and bright, like Tom Riddle's, but then the eyes narrowed into a slit, turning from a glossy black to a blood-red red.

"Whatever you want, I've got you covered!" hissed from the locket.

Malfoy was unmoved.

With a "bang", Gryffindor's sword was swung high and fell quickly, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and then the tip of the sword pierced through the evil eyes with great precision.

Neat!

As is customary, the Horcrux still spontaneously casts its magic on those around him, tempting him in the hope that someone will take the bait and provide him with resurrection energy.

But Malfoy, who had already destroyed several Horcruxes, was not in the least shaken by the bewitching sound of the magic sound, or rather, so far, his desire had not reached the point of arousing the Horcruxes.

In a sense, Voldemort's sense of crisis is too strong, and his foresight has made him fear death since he was a teenager, but it is the most energetic and energetic stage of mankind, and he still began to work on his immortality plan, how strange it is.

Ancient kings, even if they later became superstitious in alchemy, most of them were at the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, tasting and feeling the terrible power of time, and only then began to pursue the almost impossible glimmer of dawn - immortality.

"It's just a pointless temptation. Malfoy stared at the shattered locket. He laughed contemptuously and shook his head.

At this moment, wisps of light smoke emanated from the colorful silk lining of the locket, symbolizing the complete destruction of the Horcrux.

No matter how evil a Horcrux is, it is only an accessory to a part of a person's soul after all, and it is only those few things that are tempted by turning over and over - wealth, power, and power.

But these things are often only tempting to those who lack them.