In the cave, a house-elf dedicated to the Death Eaters is following Voldemort step by step.

They cut through the darkness and went up to a small island in the middle of the lake surrounded by dark water, and under the lake, corpses roamed away.

"Drink it." Voldemort's cold voice echoed through the cavern, and he conjured a wine glass and handed it to the elf.

In front of the house-elf was a stone basin that resembled a meditation basin, glowing green the color of a cat's eye at night; The basin rested on a pedestal and was filled with an emerald-green liquid that emitted phosphorescence.

The elf didn't refuse—before he came, his master had said that everything had to be done by the great Dark Lord.

The elf obediently scoops up a glass of liquid and pours it into its mouth. Immediately, his face began to twist and twitch, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if asleep, in a terrible dream.

He had a terrible hallucination in front of his eyes, and then it was like a fire burning in his body, which made his blood flow backwards, and he really would rather die than take a second sip.

"Master, help me! Help me! The elf groaned and cried out for help, as if it would give him the strength to resist pain.

Voldemort just laughed, "Hurry up, drink it up." ”

The elf endured the thirst in his mouth, and as if he had accepted the death sentence, he put his glass into the stone basin, cup and cup and cup...... Later, he trembled and grabbed the wine glass with his left hand, and clenched his right hand and sent it to his lips.

The water fell, and the locket came out, with a large "S" on it, which was the Slytherin logo. Voldemort happily picked it up, but then his face changed, and became hideous and terrifying, and became more terrifying than the face of the unknown elf around him.

This isn't his Horcrux! It's just an ordinary locket, just shaped!

Voldemort opened the locket, and inside was a piece of parchment:

I'm willing to risk my life to fight for you and others as a mortal of flesh and blood - RAB

At this moment, Voldemort's anger was suppressed so that the elf forgot that his mouth was dry, and his whole body made Voldemort's power so prostrate on the ground, whimpering for help and begging for mercy.

The elf's movement allowed Voldemort to find a temporary outlet for his anger. Voldemort's wand burst out in a red glow, a Drill Heart Curse, and lightning enveloped the elf's body.

The red shone on the elf's pained face until it was out of breath and collapsed to the ground, and even the Mind Drill Charm could not make him snort or twitch again......

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Harry woke up with his upper eyelids kicking his lower eyelids, gasping for air. I don't know if the sweat on my body is stimulated by the summer heat or scared. Another nightmare, and not the first time.

He didn't have dreams about Voldemort and murder. Just last year, there was a scene that was equally real.

For three days, Voldemort in his dream was so clear, so angry, so cruel - he could torture a little elf to death! It gave Harry the feeling that he had killed the elves, because in the dream, he was seeing from Voldemort's point of view.

Although there is only one fragment, from that piece of parchment to the elf's death, the memory of a few minutes is also a little blurry.

But Harry, who was so shocked, thought the dream was real, just like last year. And Dumbledore also confessed that if you dream of this kind of dream that seems to be real again, you must inform him as soon as possible. Dumbledore's "recognition" worried him.

Yesterday Dumbledore wrote back. He said he would come here today to learn more about this dream.

Harry clutched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, which was a little hot and uneasy to him.

But the thought that there was his godfather here: Sirius Black, and a werewolf: Lupin, was reassuring.

It is said that Dumbledore also regarded this place as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix (a rebellion against Voldemort), and a large number of Voldemort's wizards came here every day to discuss important matters. Voldemort wouldn't have come here to make trouble, just as a wizard wouldn't want to go to a court at the Ministry of Magic.

In addition, there is the guardian of the Curse of Bravery, Dumbledore is the secret, and Voldemort can't see him even if he has his nose on the glass of the house.

Harry got out of bed to get some water, but the kettle was dry, so he had to come downstairs.

Before dawn, the living room was a mess, littered with beer bottles and huge overturned hangers, and the air smelled of cream. Harry wasn't surprised, Sirius had a lot of fun with him every day, but it would be very unusual to have a scruffy wizard and a house-elf to clean up together.

Sirius raised his pale face and looked at Harry on the stairs, "Oh, you're awake?" Did we quarrel with you? ”

"Nope. Sirius. Harry replied, "I had that nightmare again and wanted to drink some water...... What are you doing? ”

"Uh...... Sirius picked up a bottle, "you see, I'm ...... Sweep. Yes, I suddenly realized that some of what the old immortal elf said was right. Sometimes, the house should be clean. ”

"Kreacher!" Sirius just remembered, "Have you dealt with the pests in your house?" ”

A house-elf is just around Sirius. He tied a string of filthy rats into a strap around his waist and was naked. He looked very old. The skin appeared to be several times larger than his body, folded and draped over his bones, like a garment several sizes larger. Although he was as bare and hairless as the other house-elves, a large number of white eyebrows popped out above his large, bat-like eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and damp grayish-white, and his flesh-colored nose was huge, or more appropriately, a pig's mouth.

"I'll go right away. The old elf, hunched over and walking slowly, stubbornly and slowly, dragged the bottles that Sirius had collected until he walked to the innermost part of the room.

His muttering was hoarse and deep in his breath, like a bullfrog. "The master is a dirty, unappreciative pig who has hurt his mother's heart," he said in a voice that could be heard just right...... All day long I know about ruining the noble house of the Black family. Now that I think about it, I cleaned it just to please a milky little cub. ”

"Oh! The master has disgraced the face of the Black family! My poor mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving him? How disappointing she hated her master so much! ……”

"Shut up! Kreacher, if I hadn't needed you to clean up, I'd have locked you in the closet right now. Don't force me to do it! Sirius's anger stirred up the old elf.

"Leave him alone, Sirius, you know he's got something wrong with his brain." Harry persuaded him, and he asked, "Why did he just say you cleaned it?" ”

Sirius sat on the ground and smiled bitterly, "Dumbledore told me when he wrote. That dream of yours, he didn't know what to do when he ate alone, so he wanted to bring Erwin over to discuss it. "In Sirius's eyes, Aitch only has Elwin's name, and that's what Aitch calls behind his back.

"You know, he's been mad at me. Maybe this is the only time he's come to us...... So whatever, you have to get it clean. He hates dirty environments, and when you had a dog, you would ask it to be washed clean before it could be allowed in the door. Sirius remembered the time when he had just escaped from Azkaban and had become a dog living with Aitch and Harry.

Harry walked down the stairs and crouched down beside Sirius, placing his hand on his shoulder, reassuring, "He'll forgive you, it's not all your fault. ”

"Maybe." Sirius patted Harry's hand, "Go ahead and sleep, I'll clean up with a little more." ”

The rays of the sunrise illuminate Harry's bed, 12 Grimmauld Place comes alive, the Weasleys come in from the fireplace with Floo powder, and the twins' jokes make breakfast fun.

Sirius changed into a clean and decent outfit, which made him look less like he used to be, and made a rare request for twins to be allowed to mess with his house today. That serious face made Fred and George feel unaccustomed. Then Arthur Weasley goes to work at the Ministry of Magic, and everyone else goes upstairs to do their homework or play.

Arthur was so busy that he didn't even come back for lunch. After lunch, Hermione was picked up by Lupin, along with her luggage - the school year was over, and the fifth-graders were due to take their O.W.Ls exams. She had to start her revision early, and she couldn't practice spells in her Muggle family, as the Ministry of Magic would send her a notice of withdrawal because of the Traces.

Sirius stayed downstairs in the living room, waiting for Aitch to come to the door, Dumbledore had said that they would arrive before dinner. But Sirius didn't know when it would come, so he had to wait.

Stoic Podmore, who is also a member of the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix, pushes the door open and greets Sirius.

"Didn't Fudge give you trouble today, Stoichy?" Sirius asked, since he learned that Voldemort had returned, the entire Ministry of Magic was busy to death, often working overtime, overtime, overtime. Today, too, Arthur, who was originally the most idle, was also arrested and sent to work.

"It's okay." Stoic greeted Molly Weasley, who came out of the utility room with a feather duster, and said to Sirius, "I'm here for you." ”

The subtext of the sentence was that he had something intimate to talk about with Sirius, and Mrs. Weasley went on to go into the utility room to do her cleaning business.

"What's wrong?" Sirius's expression became serious, and Stoic's words made him feel that something was happening.

"A friend of mine saw Peter." Stoicjee lowered his voice.

"Really?!" Sirius jumped in surprise and delight.

"Really, he's the only one." Stojee affirmed, "The two of us hurry up, he can't escape." ”

Sirius rubbed his hands excitedly, trying to clean the sweat from his hands so that he wouldn't slip when he used his wand. "I'll go find Lupin and go with them."

"Don't!" Stoji pulled him down, "Without further ado, he might have escaped if it's too late." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Brother, that's interesting! Sirius beamed with joy, "I'm going to catch him today." ”

Two-on-one, plus that friend of Stoic's, Sirius won. If he takes Peter Pettigrew and takes revenge, Harry will be happy, and Erwin (Edge) may forgive him, so why not do it?

Aitch dragged a box and abruptly appeared in the middle of a small square with canopy weeds. But none of the people who came and went felt that there was anything wrong with him, and they couldn't even see him.

Soon he arrived in front of the house at 12 Grimmauld Place, its signage rusting and its dirty façade and filthy windows except for a broken door between 11 and 13.

The black paint of the gate was tattered and scratched, and the silver doorknob had twisted into a serpentine shape. There is neither a keyhole nor a letterbox on the door. Aitch pulled out his wand and knocked on the door once, only to hear a loud, metallic click on the door, sounding like the sound of a metal chain.

The door creaked open. Aitch walked into the hall, and he could smell a damp, putrefined, sweet smell that could tell what the family had eaten in the last few meals.

There were no windows on the walls, the only old-fashioned gas lamps flickered on and off, and the unstable light cast on the mottled wallpaper, illuminating a long, dark corridor with a worn-carpeted hallway, a cobweb-covered tree-shaped decorative lamp flickering on the ceiling, and old blackened portraits hanging from the crooked walls. Whether it was the tree-shaped decorative lamp or the large candelabra on a rickety table nearby, it was shaped like a large poisonous snake.

There was a lot of noise inside, and there was a lot of noise from people.

"Edge, you're here!" Edge's entry caught the voice off guard.

"What's wrong?" Aitch noticed that Harry's face was anxious.

Snape sneered, "What else could have happened?" Blake's stupid dog is uneasy, originally waiting for you here, but now it's almost dinner, and no one is there, and he plans to make everyone hungry together. ”

Harry was angry, but speechless, and it was clear that Snape was telling the truth.