At the roar of the old master, the thin figure of the house-elf slowly moved out of the kitchen, but its appearance at the moment made the surrounding portraits and dialects frown. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The elf obviously looked like it had just quietly cried, and its already wrinkled facial features were even more tangled at the moment, and others couldn't help but pinch it in their hearts.

Old Lady Black did not let the elf go because of his pitiful appearance, and the bad news that she loved her young son the most, and the concealment of her trusted slave for more than ten years made the old lady feel haggard and full of anger at the same time.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a dialect of this guest here, if it weren't for the fact that he would have died a long time ago, he would now be just a sub-portrait...... Old Lady Black believed that she would give the elf a curse first, and then cut off its head.

"Kreacher!" Even if he was afraid of Fang Yan, the guest, the old lady's roar still contained a deep chill, "You damn fellow...... Why don't you say it...... Why didn't you tell me sooner! ”

"Little host...... Regulus the little host...... Kreacher was not allowed to tell the mistress about it! The elf trembled and bowed his head in front of the portrait of Old Lady Black.

"That box...... Kreacher had tried everything, everything he knew,"

It gasped, green snot sticking to its nose, and blood had bloomed on its pale forehead. It was clear that it had just secretly punished itself, but it had not been heard by the portraits and tongues.

"But what kind of ...... Either method is useless...... No matter what he does, Kreacher can't leave any marks on it! ”

The elf groaned, his eyes swollen, and his bloodshot eyes filled with tears, looking particularly pitiful.

"There are too many powerful spells thrown on the box, and Kreacher is sure that the way to destroy it is to destroy it from the inside of the box, but he can't open it......"

Kreacher punished himself, he tried to open it again, Kreacher failed to carry out the order, Kreacher could not destroy the box! And the mistress went mad with sadness, because the little master Regulus was gone, and Kreacher could not tell her what was going on in the cave, no, the master Regulus forbidden...... forbade him to tell the family...... Anyone in the family ...... Anything that happened in the cave ......"

Kreacher's whimpering voice echoed through the air, and silence fell through. All the portraits and dialects were silent, and even the old lady Black, who was still full of anger and resentment in her heart just now, gradually quieted down at this moment.

"Alas~"

The dialect sighed quietly, not knowing what to say about Regulus's choice.

To be honest, if you look at Regulus from his point of view, he may have made the right choice in the first place. If you don't tell your family what you think, and keep the old idea of being a pureblood, maybe Kreacher and Regulus's family will be safer.

"But in the end, it's actually a lack of its own strength!" Fang Yan thought silently in his heart, "If Regulus could have the strength of Ralfil at the beginning, he would naturally be able to jump out of this whirlpool. ”

"At that time, no matter which path he wants to choose, at least he can ensure the safety of his relatives and friends."

Many familiar faces such as Fang's father and Fang's mother, old Tom, Alice, and Qiu Zhang suddenly flashed in his mind, and Fang Yan's eyes became firm again after a short period of confusion.

Not to mention the fluctuation in the dialect's heart in this brief moment, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became frozen in the whimper of Kreacher. Old Lady Black didn't expect that Kreacher, a house-elf, would have such reverence and loyalty to Regulus! was able to keep a secret for more than ten years because of one of his orders.

For a moment, Old Lady Black didn't know whether to punish the elf or reward it.

Finally the silence was broken by the dialect, and he reached out and took out a golden box from his bosom, and handed it to the elf.

"I'm sorry I couldn't recover Regulus's body. But—"

"Kreacher!" Dialect looked the elf in the eye and said seriously, "This box belongs to Regulus, and it is also a symbol of his heroic deeds!" I'm sure He wants you to have it, as a token of gratitude for all that you've done. ”

The elf stopped whimpering for a moment, and took the box from Fang Yan's hand with its trembling hands, but the moment the box reached its palm, the elf let out another howl full of vibration and pain, and then slammed its head to the ground.

Fang Yan hurriedly stopped its movements, but it took a lot of effort to calm it down, and finally had to look at the portrait of Old Lady Black as if asking for help.

"Kreacher! Stop it! I order you to stop! ”

The house-elf, who did not disappoint the dialect and obeyed the orders of his master above all else, finally stopped sobbing and self-mutilating amid the roar of Old Lady Black.

Fang Yan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and once again had a deep understanding of the stubbornness in the elf's bones.

The elf, who had quieted down, suddenly raised his head and looked at the dialect with a hopeful gaze. Although the elf did not speak, the dialect understood the meaning of its gaze in an instant.

Nodding, Fang Yan stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

The elf saluted the dialect gratefully, then lowered his head again, gripping the box tightly with his trembling palms. After rubbing for a long time, it carefully opened the box.

Click!

Unlike the original Slytherin locket, the box replicated by Regulus only needs a slight squeeze to make the lid pop open. And inside there was nothing but a folded piece of parchment tightly stuffed where the portrait was placed.

The elf took the note down with a trembling hand.

The handwriting on the note is still very clear:

"To the Dark Lord

I was dead before you read this

But I want you to know that I found your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.

I'm willing to die, because I hope that when you meet an opponent-

Can be killed!

R.A.B.”

There was silence in the room, except for the occasional sobbing of elves.

Fang Yan couldn't stand this atmosphere, and couldn't help coughing softly to break this embarrassing situation.

After all, Mrs. Black has experienced countless storms, but she has regained her former calm after immersing herself in grief for a while. scolded the elf to bring the real locket, but compared to before, her tone was much less angry.

Fang Yan sat in the living room and waited for a while, then he saw the elf coming over with a heavy locket in both hands. And the relics of Regulus, which he had given to the elves before, had been treasured and hidden by the elves.

Fang Yan stretched out his hand to take the locket from the elf's hand, and was about to say goodbye, but seeing the elf's eyes, he couldn't help but stop when he was about to take a step.

Anyway, destroying the Horcruxes here can be regarded as the whole elf's thoughts.

Tongues thought so.

Looking closely at the locket, Fang Yan couldn't help but be a little surprised. No wonder the elves have been helpless with it for more than ten years, the amount and complexity of the magic attached to this box is really a bit amazing.

Unlike the Resoulstone Ring, a relic of Salazar Slytherin, the Slytherin Locket is not a treasure with any supernatural powers, and it has little special in itself other than its hard texture. The reason why Voldemort chose this locket to make a Horcrux was also because of the symbolism it represented.

So in order to protect his Horcrux from being destroyed, and also to protect this "heirloom", Voldemort really put a lot of thought into making this Horcrux, layer after layer of interconnected protective magic, even Dumbledore is afraid to frown here.

However, if you want to destroy Horcruxes, it is actually not difficult for today's dialects, and there are many ways to do it. The simplest thing is to throw a dark fire directly to burn it, and no matter what fierce black magic is on it, it will have to be consumed under the fire that does not burn.

But if he wanted to leave the soul fragments in the Horcrux, it was naturally impossible for him to use such a simple and crude method, so he could only follow the process of opening the magic seal on the locket and unlocking the dark magic trap on it step by step.

Fortunately, the dialect has a variety of different power systems at the same time, and with the help of the analogy, he is much faster than the wizards in the native world when it comes to cracking the magic attached to the Horcruxes.

It didn't take long for the protective magic on the Slytherin locket to be cracked by the dialects, one by one.

Seeing Fang Yan with his own eyes, how he easily cracked his helpless Horcrux elf, his eyes were already full of gratitude when he looked at Fang Yan at this moment. Even if the dialect had clearly told it that it had another use for this soul fragment and that it could not be destroyed directly, Kreacher didn't care anymore.

Regulus's affairs are over, and with the crowd of portraits and elves bidding him off, Dialect leaves the Blake family's ancestral home and sets out on the road back.

Finally, he glanced at the figure of the mansion behind him, which had begun to disappear, and he didn't know what to feel in his heart.

He was not from that era, and he couldn't understand how strong the shadow and fear Voldemort brought to the people of that era, Regulus's actions seemed to him to be just the story of an ordinary lost young man, but for his relatives and friends, the shock and impact were particularly strong.

"If you have a chance, let's help that big dog......"

Thinking of the extra books in the dust bag, Fang Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly and muttered in a low voice.

These classics were the reward that the old lady insisted on giving him when he was about to leave Blake's ancestral home.

Although Dialect had already said that having a Slytherin locket as a reward was enough, in the eyes of the portraits of the old Black family, the destruction of the Slytherin locket was Regulus's last wish, so Dialect's move was once again a great favor for them.

Coupled with the fact that the dialect sent the news and relics of Regulus to the Black family, if the Black family did not repay the dialect, it would be a bit unreasonable.

As a pure-blood family with an ancient aristocratic tradition, even if the Black family is now in decline, they will never allow themselves to be rude in this regard. When she found that there were indeed not many things in the family that she could get her hands on as gifts, Mrs. Black gritted her teeth and simply gave the precious classics that the Black family had inherited for thousands of years to the dialect.

Of course, these texts are only copies, and they don't have the secret magic cultivation techniques unique to the Black family. But even so, the value of these texts is precious enough.

Fang Yan can't refuse now, if it is replaced by something else, even if it is a precious magic material or alchemy prop, Fang Yan can still refuse it painfully, but these classics that are only secretly passed down in major families, these precious knowledge secret books that cannot be accessed by the outside world at all, are what Fang Yan has been looking for all his heart. It is of great benefit to him to improve his foundation and increase his knowledge base.

But equivalent exchange is the basic principle that wizards believe in. Although Fang Yan was not a wizard born and raised in the wizarding world, he was not influenced by the general environment, but as he delved deeper into the way of wizarding, he was more and more influenced by this belief.

In Fang Yan's heart, what he did before did not match the value of the Black family's classics, and it was obvious that he was the one who took advantage.

In the previous dialect, this advantage will be taken advantage of, and maybe he will secretly rejoice in his heart. But in the hearts of the current dialects, these cheapness are all burdens in cultivation, and they are a web of cause and effect that will become deeper and more tangled.

Don't say that the practice of shamans does not pay attention to cause and effect. What is cause and effect? In other words, fate!

The power of fate, in the heavens and worlds and the endless multiverse, is also the supreme rule existence like the power of time and space and the power of faith. It can't be seen, it can't be touched, and even few strong people can comprehend it, but it's real and everywhere.

Humble as an ant at the feet of a mortal, noble as those powerful gods sitting in the Star Universe Divine Kingdom, all of them are bound by fate.

Unless there is true detachment, no being can escape fate.

Even if the strength is strong, it is just that when facing the arrangement of fate, there are more opportunities to struggle.

Vaguely aware of cause and effect, or the horror of fate, Fang Yan will naturally not be stupid enough to take more cause and effect for himself. Nowadays, when acting in dialects, in addition to considering the gains and losses of interests, they will also unconsciously think about cause and effect.

Even in his spare time, he will unconsciously examine his past behaviors to see which of them have buried hidden dangers for himself and which behaviors can bring good results to himself.

And at this moment, this favor from the Black family is the cause and effect that he must repay as soon as possible. Otherwise, there will definitely be things about the Black family that will involve him in the future, which will be detrimental to his own cultivation.