These physical traits and clothing could have been that of any wizard, perhaps that person was a terrible Death Eater, or perhaps he could be the Dark Lord himself......

"So you stole all the silverware from Kreacher's locker. Harry said firmly, his voice soft, but his heart beating faster. In fact, Mundungus stole more than just silverware, but it was clear that the man was targeting a certain silverware. "What's there?"

"A silver cup, and a couple of dusty silver boxes. Mundungus said. The longer he stayed, the easier it was for others to notice, and he began to be impatient, like a pin, but had to endure it, "but it wasn't all silver boxes...... And there was an image of gold inside. ”

"What do you mean by 'you look like'?" Harry immediately asked.

Mundungus shrugged. "Because I can't open it. He saw that Harry's attitude had loosened than before, and he hurriedly squeezed through the gap between Harry's body and the wall.

Harry was still standing in the shadows under the stairs, his head spinning wildly. He remembered the box that couldn't be opened, because they passed it around, and no one could take it. The round, narrow, octagonal flat box, with a long silver chain on the top, does look like gold, with a circle of incomprehensible characters, and in the center is an ornate S-shaped serpent inlaid with emeralds......

It looked like a Slytherin thing, and it was, but that Slytherin wasn't one of the Blakes he thought he was, but Voldemort!

It was a huge discovery, and Harry could barely contain his excitement. He wanted to tell Ron and Hermione the news right away, but they were both still at the noisy table. He had to go upstairs on his own, intending to wait until it was just the three of them.

Trying to find something out of the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, Voldemort did find the right person......

What the hell was the box, and why was Voldemort so happy to get it?

Also, why did Voldemort's stuff appear at 12 Grimmauld Place?

Harry's feet seemed to be glued to the stairs. The timing of Kreacher's shouts and Voldemort's delight aroused his suspicions, and he sought confirmation from Mundungus, but Mundungus could not prove for sure that the person who seduced him was Voldemort.

To verify this, you have to ask Kreacher...... He's leaving tomorrow, and I'm afraid he won't have a chance to return to 12 Grimmauld Place until Christmas...... He couldn't wait that long, even if there were so many people in the ......

Harry took a deep breath. He touched the wand in his sleeve, crept downstairs again, and while no one was looking, he opened the door of the locker, and immediately dodged in and closed—

"It's all petrified!"

Kreacher was buried in a pile of blankets that were so dirty that he couldn't make out the color, and he was frozen the moment he heard the sound look up.

"Listen, Kreacher, I'm sorry, but I have to. Harry said quickly. When he noticed that the house-elf's eyes were welling up with tears, he became even more apologetic. "You...... Why are you crying?"

Kreacher apparently didn't buy it, as it began to stare at Harry with a hateful look.

Harry knew the elves didn't like him, but not once was he as embarrassed as he was now. "Well, time is pressing," he muttered, trying to strike a natural pose in the dirty, cramped space, "I...... I just want to ask you, do you remember what Montungus took from you, and there's a pretty big gold locket in it?"

The house-elf's eyes changed instantly. The old sadness poured back out, and there was some obvious doubt.

"Do you remember?" asked Harry again. He knew that the house-elf wouldn't be able to answer him under the petrification spell, but he had to make sure it didn't make any noticeable noise. "Do you know whose it belongs to?"

The elf's eyes widened, and it began to sway back and forth slightly, as if it was ready to find something to hit immediately.

Harry began to rejoice that his prevention was effective and necessary. "It'......," he lowered, trying to continue, "is it Voldemort's?"

Kreacher shook harder, his face full of horror and disbelief.

That was undoubtedly sure, and Harry's heart was pounding. "Tell me everything about it," he demanded quickly. But then he realized that he was not the master of Kreacher, and had no right to ask him to do anything, and hastened to add: "In exchange, I will promise you one thing, shall I?"

It was night, and an eerie fortress stood under the dark night. It was summer, but the wind was cold and miserable, with a chill that reached people's hearts, and even the trees and flowers could not resist.

A figure suddenly appeared on the edge of this barren land. He was almost completely hidden in the darkness, silently gazing at the thick stone wall not far away.

The Dark Lord summoned his men again...... The Dark Lord doesn't forget those who are loyal to him......

He meditated in his mind, his hand clenching his wand.

Above the stone walls, several Dementors were wandering aimlessly. Suddenly, there was an unusual commotion in the fortress. They were trying to go down to see what was going on, and they seemed to find something at the same time, and they all turned to the darkest direction.

The figure slowly stepped out of the shadows until it was all exposed to the sparse and dim starlight. The Dark Lord was indifferent to this. Once again, the Dementors did not dare come near him. He was as sure of that as he was of no one better than he knew and mastered the dark arts and the powers of darkness – and that's why he was here.

There was a lot of movement around them. It seemed that a few people were calling feverishly, and the name on their lips made the wizard who heard it hide in the corner and shiver. Among those voices, a high-pitched female voice is especially noticeable.

"Rest easy. Voldemort whispered, so soft that almost no one could hear it, but the commotion immediately stopped.

He looked up again, looked around at the dark circle of Dementors in the sky, and suddenly smiled—he spread his arms, raised his yew wand, and spells flowed silently from his sharp-edged lips—

The clouds rolled in and turned black in all directions, and then a fierce wind followed, blowing his thin black robe like a sail on the seashore, and the white lightning broke through the sky, illuminating the black-robed man who was still standing, the cruel smile on his face, and the prison guard who was already kneeling at his side.

- They have found a new owner again.

Around the same time, Harry had just finished telling Ron and Hermione the truth he had heard from Kreacher.

More than a decade ago, Voldemort asked his Death Eater, Regulus Arcturus Black, Sirius's brother, for a house-elf to take to a gloomy cliff cavern.

That place was terrifying. The black water of the lake is full of corpses, the small island in the middle of the lake can only be reached safely by a small boat, and the green potion in the stone basin of the island will make people see the last thing they want to see, and they can only disappear by drinking it.

Voldemort ordered Kreacher to drink the potion, placed a locket in the empty stone basin, refilled it, and sailed away alone.

Had it not been for Regulus's request that Kreacher return after his errands before he left, the house-elves would have died there as Voldemort had envisioned, as they were part of the army of the Grim.

And if Kreacher hadn't come back alive, Regulus wouldn't have known what Voldemort was hiding, and would have paid with his life for destroying it.

The plot was so exaggerated that it bordered on absurdity, and Ron and Hermione were dumbfounded.

“…… Really?" Hermione gasped, her eyes wide, "I mean, a Death Eater would do that, and he really wanted to kill his master?"

Ron was just as shocked as she was. "Maybe he changed later?" he tried to analyze the logic that didn't make sense, "and he realized that what the mysterious man was doing was not right, more than he could accept?"

"I don't know," said Harry, his voice a little dry, but he didn't care, "Kreacher just did what he was told, and couldn't tell me that much. ”

Ron and Hermione looked at each other for a moment. Then Hermione spoke again. "I don't think it's good news," she quickly analyzed, "and since the mystery man knows how to get the locket, he probably knows where we are!"

"You have forgotten that we have the Loyalty Curse. Ron immediately said, "There's no way Mundungus can tell the mystery man that this is the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix!" and," he saw that Hermione wanted to retort, and immediately added, "If the mystery man is eyeing this place, like sending someone to spy on something, the Order of the Phoenix can't fail to find out!"

Hermione opened her mouth, convinced. "Sounds reasonable," she said, still a little worried, "but I still don't feel good." ”

Harry shared her views on this point, but he was more concerned about something else now. "Another one," he said, his voice low as if to himself, "what the hell is that locket?"

"What did you think of?" Hermione asked immediately, quickly following his train of thought, "Journal, huh?"

"Don't you think he's too concerned about these two items?" Harry looked up, looking at his two friends in turn, "He was mad when he knew that the diary had been destroyed, and the locket, while valuable, wasn't so valuable as it needed that much......" He shrugged slightly, not knowing what to say about the corpse and the potion, "Protection?" he finally decided to explain the matter from Voldemort's point of view.

Ron frowned at the word. "Kreacher doesn't know what the locket is?" he asked, cautiously.

Harry shook his head. "He's just like us, he can't open that thing. He couldn't destroy the locket as Regulus asked, so he had to add some extra protection and hide it. ”

"The old man's clock that fires screws at everyone!" Hermione immediately thought of the mechanism of the living room cabinet.

"And the old robe that tried to strangle me to death. Ron added, his expression disgusted.

"So," Hermione said thoughtfully, "the journal wasn't at Hogwarts in the first place. Mr. Malfoy did it. The diary should have been at the Malfoy house before!

Harry thought it was obvious. "The cave is quite far away," he mused, "and Voldemort probably doesn't wander around very often. What forced him to go...... Eighty percent of it was because of the diary! If they were similar and one was destroyed, Voldemort would naturally think to see if the rest was okay. Then, he will find Regulus's fake locket and try to get the real thing back......"

"I think I should tell Professor Dumbledore about this. Hermione said coldly.

Harry was still wondering if the latest violent attack of his scar was due to Voldemort's discovery of the fake locket, and he didn't react for a moment. "What?"

"We should tell Professor Dumbledore about this. Hermione repeated. "Maybe he knows better. ”

For some reason, Harry suddenly thought about what the Downland Demon had said to him—"I can tell you don't know anything." ”

Why don't they let him know if they know about it? He's not young, he's fed up with being kept in the dark!

"It took me a lot of effort to get Kreacher to tell me about it. Harry said, realizing that the anger that had been building up over the summer hadn't really subsided, "He didn't want to make a big deal out of it, he didn't even think I could help him." So, the less people know about it, the better. ”

"But......" Hermione tried to persuade again, but Harry interrupted almost rudely, "Dumbledore is very busy, don't bother him with such a trivial matter!"

Hermione kept her mouth shut. She had used to persuade Harry before, but now she ......

Ron, who has always been sluggish, smelled the nervousness in the air, and hurriedly played a round: "Let's rest first, we have to get up early tomorrow." If you miss the Hogwarts Express, your mother will be angry. ”

Seeing Hermione leave without looking back, Harry felt a little sorry in his heart. He admits that he was a bit angry and shouldn't have vented to Hermione. Tomorrow he would apologize, as long as she didn't mention telling Dumbledore about it.

Ron latched the bedroom door and crept back to his bed. As he pulled the quilt to his waist, he cautiously asked, "What about Sirius, Harry?"

“…… I'm not sure. It was a long time before Harry answered.

Sirius certainly has the right, and should know, that his brother is a warrior, but will this make the godfather, who didn't want to be trapped at 12 Grimmauld Place, do anything out of the ordinary?

"Then ......" Ron wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

"Let's keep it a secret for now," Harry made his final decision, "after all, it can only be determined that the diary and the locket are dark magic items that Voldemort cares about. ”

The look on Ron's face showed that he didn't want to hear a name he couldn't mention before he went to bed. Harry said no more, lay down on the bed, turned off the light, and heard the bed squirming on the other side for a while, and did not move.

The faint glow of the Muggle lamps filtered through the windowpanes, and Harry stared at the ceiling in the not-so-complete darkness. It's the third time, and I found out first, and he didn't feel sleepy thinking that I should try to fix it myself and prove that I've grown up.

But how should it be solved?

When he found out that the diary had been destroyed, Voldemort reacted as if he was going to kill him......

Voldemort did not hesitate to go out and lure Mondongues into stealing the locket back for him......

The diary was filled with people writing, but the locket could not be opened......

So, if you can open the locket, will it be like a diary, and a phantage of young Voldemort will appear?

Harry thought about this and fell asleep unconsciously. The consequence of caring too much about the Dark Lord was that he had nightmares that were messy all night. In one of them, the diary Riddle instructed the basilisk to bite him to death, and the other was even worse, when the locket was opened, a red-eyed monster emerged and completely took over his body. But when he was woken up in a hurry, he couldn't remember anything.

Because of the two attacks, the Order of the Phoenix sent a number of men to escort Harry to King's Cross Station. Moody's nerves were tense all the way, but nothing unusual appeared until he saw the crimson steam locomotive.

"Very well," Mrs. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief and gave Harry a tight hug, "everybody's fine." ”

Harry knew she wasn't as easy as she seemed. Just yesterday afternoon, he had witnessed Mrs. Weasley crying against a Boggart, who had conjured up the Weasleys and his tragic death.

Hermione was silent all the way, and when she saw this scene, her face finally brightened. "Let's get up there," she said briskly, "and the car is about to go." ”

The children are moving one after another. Harry and Sirius hugged each other, and Sirius gave Harry a few words before ending up. When the whistle sounded, he jumped into the car in three steps and two steps, and before he could stand firmly, a man squeezed down from his side. The man was rude, Harry was knocked to the side, and Sirius glared at the man.

Which parent sends the child......

The door creaked shut, and the train started slowly. Harry, who didn't get the apology he deserved, rubbed his back and straightened up, but a hard, cold, heavy thing suddenly stuck to the base of his thigh. He subconsciously pulled it out of his baggy pants pocket—

An octagonal silver box with a long silver chain on top, which looks like it is gold, but the carvings, the characters, and the serpent are very crude......

Regulus's fake locket?!

Harry was so excited that he immediately ran to the nearest window and leaned out half of his body. The big black dog was still staring in a certain direction, but the platform was so crowded that he couldn't find anything. He looked down at the locket again, then turned it over again. From the place where his fingertips touched, a thin ink-colored line snaked and flashed, and the beautiful handwriting seemed familiar.....