As if he didn't expect someone to visit, after Fang Yan rang the doorbell of Black's ancestral house, there was silence at first, and then suddenly it became noisy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

“…… Kreacher! Get out and receive guests! Faintly, Fang Yan seemed to hear a shrill female voice shouting from inside the door.

After a while,

"Crunch-"

The dusty door cracked, and a creature that looked like a little strange in dialect poked its head out.

It's a house-elf! Dialects recognized it the moment they saw it. It's just that compared to the other house-elves that Fang Yan had ever seen, the appearance of this house-elf that appeared in front of him was even more unsightly.

Well, the house-elf in front of Fang Yan was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist. And its skin, which seemed to be several times more than his body actually needed, hung crumpled on the skeleton of bones. Its head was bare, but it had a large pile of white hair growing out of its two bat-like ears, its eyes were bloodshot and gray, and its fleshy nose was large, almost like a pig's nose.

In short, the dialect has made up his mind that this is an existence that is ugly to the limit among domestic elves.

"Oh...... A strange wizard boy? "The hoarse, deep voice of a bullfrog comes out of the mouth of the house-elf behind the door, and the tone is particularly strange." It's been a long time since the noble Black family has visited...... Old Kreacher didn't know if to let this strange, strange wizard boy in. ”

didn't care about the vigilant and disgusted eyes of the house-elf Kreacher, and there was still some respect and goodwill in the dialect for this house-elf who was loyal in the original book.

Fang Yan curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a decent smile full of aristocratic style: "Sean Abbott, come to visit Old Lady Black!" ”

"Tell the old lady that I have brought her news of Mr. Regulus Black." When he said this, the dialect deliberately raised his voice slightly.

Hearing the words in tongues, Kreacher was stunned, his wide eyes revealing a mixture of incredulity, excitement, and fear. But before it could react from the words of the dialect, a shrill female voice full of excitement came from behind the door.

"Regulus? Oh my gosh, is this true...... My dear little Rael finally has news...... Kreacher, why don't you bring the guests in! ”

The old master's reprimand brought Kreacher back to his senses, and he looked at Fang Yan with complicated eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times but he didn't say anything.

The dialect still smiled at each other.

"Well, old Kleeche has to listen to the old master!" Kreacher mumbled as he pulled the door open with a trembling hand, "Even if it doesn't believe that this strange boy from the Abbott family will actually bring news about the little master of Regulus...... My poor little master......"

The old elf trembled and led the way, and the dialect followed behind it, looking curiously at this ancient wizard's mansion with a history of more than 1,000 years.

Unlike Hogwarts, which is also thousands of years old, this old wizarding mansion is obviously much darker and more eccentric.

Stepping past the threshold, you enter a corridor that is almost completely dark, with only the kerosene lamp in the hand of the elf in front of you giving a little light.

The dark environment didn't have much effect on Fang Yan's vision, but the smell that permeated the mansion - Fang Yan's nose twitched slightly, and a damp, gray, sweet, and rotten smell suddenly hit his face, making him frown.

As if feeling that there was something wrong with such a welcome, the shrill female voice that had just appeared suddenly sounded again: "Kreacher, don't go and turn on the lights yet!" Don't lose the etiquette of my Black family in front of the guests! ”

Fang Yan clearly saw the figure of the house-elf in front of him, and at the same time seemed to be muttering something in his mouth, but in the face of his old master's orders, it still did not dare to disobey.

"Whew!"

As the fingertips of the house-elves lit up with a faint white light, the old-fashioned gas lamps on the walls also lit up one by one, and the mansion suddenly became bright.

With only a slight turn of the dialect's eyes, he has adapted to the change from dark to light environment. And the interior style of this thousand-year-old mansion has also begun to really show in front of dialects.

Flickering lights illuminated the mottled wallpaper on the walls and the fibre-exposed carpets on the floor, revealing the long, gloomy corridors. On the ceiling, a crystal lamp with cobwebs shimmers and reflects, and on the walls on either side of the corridor hang portraits blackened by age.

As for the other furnishings in the room, they all frowned when they saw Fang Yan, and secretly sighed that it was worthy of being a dark wizard family that had been inherited for thousands of years. The hanging crystal lamp, and the chandelabra on the shaky table next to it, were all made in the shape of poisonous snakes, which looked extremely strange and hideous.

"In such an environment, it is still possible to cultivate characters like Sirius and Regulus...... Could it really be a genetic mutation? ”

Fang Yan suddenly couldn't help but think about it.

As if disturbed by the sudden visit of the dialect, many of the characters in the portrait in the corridor opened their eyes and looked at the dialect curiously, and many people were whispering and discussing there.

"Ahem!"

A soft cough stopped the whispering of many portraits, and it was evident that the speaker was also very prestigious among the portraits of the Black family.

"Be quiet, don't let the guests see the joke!"

Fang Yan looked at the sound and found that it was a life-size portrait of an old woman, who was gently caressing the corners of her clothes, trying to pose as a dignified and majestic lady.

"You're Old Lady Black." Fang Yan bowed lightly to the portrait, "Sean Abbott, I've seen the old lady!" ”

As a junior, the gift of dialects is willing. The Abbott family belongs to the neutral camp and has no conflict of interest with the Black family, and this old Black lady is a contemporary of Tom Sr., the grandfather of the dialect, and there is even some friendship between the two.

The old woman in the portrait bowed slightly, which was considered to be in response to this etiquette, she was also the patriarch's wife of the Black family during her lifetime, and she attached great importance to the etiquette before the nobles. At this moment, seeing that Fang Yan behaved politely and politely, he couldn't help but feel a little satisfied in his heart.

"Kreacher, go make a cup of tea for the guests!"

The old lady first turned her head and scolded the house-elf, and only when she saw it staggering towards the kitchen did she turn her head and talk to the dialect.

"Little guy from the Aibo family, welcome to the Black house, no one has been here for more than ten years!" Although the old woman tried her best to maintain her posture, it was not difficult to hear a trace of excitement in her voice. "I just seem to hear you say...... Brought me news about Rael? ”

Fang Yan nodded, indicating that she had indeed heard correctly.

"Yes, ma'am, I do know some information about the whereabouts of Mr. Regulus Black. Although it may also be the last thing you want to hear. ”

The air around them was instantly silent.

Old Lady Black's face froze suddenly, and after a long moment she asked in a trembling tone, "Regulus...... Raelta...... What's wrong? ”

Fang Yan was silent for a while, as if organizing the language, until after a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked a question that he didn't want to do: "Old lady, I don't know if you have heard the term 'Horcrux'?" ”

"Horcruxes?" Old Mrs. Black was stunned, not understanding why Fang Yan suddenly asked this, but she answered the question anyway.

"I've heard of a little bit, it seems to be an extremely evil magical ritual, which has long been lost in the wizarding world."

Fang Yan nodded, then corrected the mistake in her words: "It's not lost, the method of making Horcruxes has always existed, and even now there are people who have mastered and completed this magic. ”

"Who is it!?" Even Old Lady Black, who was worried about Regulus in her heart, couldn't help but ask in surprise at this time.

The dialect gently spat out a name from his mouth: "Voldemort." ”

Old Mrs. Black's expression was stunned for a moment, and then a sudden look appeared in her eyes: "It's him!" No wonder...... But what does this have to do with Rael? ”

For some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in her heart.

Sure enough, Fang Yan's next words made her hunch come true.

After organizing the language, the dialect slowly recounted how Regulus had worshiped Voldemort back then, and then was chosen by Voldemort to find a house-elf to carry out a mission.

When the dialect spoke, the air around him was silent, including the old lady Black, and the ancestors on the portraits of the Black family on the wall were also silently listening to his story.

It wasn't until the dialect told that Regulus, unwilling to continue down the wrong path, had made up his mind to resist Voldemort, that there was more movement around him.

"My poor little Rael...... He must have been scared in his heart......" Old Lady Black seemed to sob in her trembling voice, "this silly boy...... He has been so timid since he was a child...... How dare he do such a thing......"

The dialect paused for a moment, and did not speak again until the old lady Black's mood had stabilized a little: "Madam, Mr. Regulus is a man who is truly brave and powerful at heart, and you should be proud of him!" ”

"How many people in those days had the courage to make up their minds to resist the Dark Lord?"

Listening to the words in dialect, the old lady Black was silent for a while, and the elders of the Black family who listened around couldn't help but show an approving expression, as if they were proud of the performance of their juniors.

After a long time, Old Lady Black relented, and there was a hint of agreement in her eyes when she looked at Fang Yan: "Child, you go on!" ”

Fang Yan nodded, and told the whole story of how Regulus learned about Voldemort's conspiracy next, quietly swapped Voldemort's Horcrux, and then used himself instead of the elf Kreacher to drink the poison in the container.

As he told this, Old Lady Black kept her face tense, as if she was trying to control her emotions. But when she heard the dialect tell that Regulus was finally dragged to the bottom of the lake by the corpse after drinking the poison, she finally couldn't control her emotions and wailed.

"Oh no! My poor little Rael—" She covered her face with her hands and sobbed uncontrollably, looking extremely pitiful. "Damn the Dark Lord! My Black family has always been so loyal to you, and in the end......

The blow she suffered for a while was too great, and Old Lady Black's expression became a little crazy, and she no longer cared about the faith that the family had always followed, and began to scold Voldemort. However, the habit she has developed over the years still makes her dare not say Voldemort's name directly, but uses the Dark Lord instead.

"Madam, please mourn!" As soon as Fang Yan looked at it, Old Lady Black seemed to have a tendency to curse all the time, and hurriedly interrupted her. "Mr. Regulus is a true hero, and I'm sure he knew what was going to happen when he was ready to do it."

But he did it anyway! This spirit is worthy of the admiration and commemoration of our descendants! ”

Although the result did not change much because of this, and even tricked Dumbledore, an old fox, in the original plot.

The dialect said silently in his heart.

Under the comfort of the dialect, Mrs. Black's mood gradually calmed down, and her thoughts began to become clear.

"So, child—" she looked at the tongues, "I want to thank you for bringing me this precious news, and from this day forward you will be a friend of the Black family forever!" ”

"If there's anything you need that the Black family can do, please feel free to ask!"

Obviously, she also saw that Fang Yan was not just here to deliver a message, but must have something else to ask for.

Fang Yan smiled slightly, and secretly said in his heart: It's done!

Without being polite to Old Lady Black, Fang Yan directly said his purpose: "Old lady, what I need is very simple, that is, the locket box that Kreacher took from the cave at the beginning, that is, the Horcrux of Voldemort!" ”

In the astonished gaze of many portrait figures, Fang Yan continued:

"Voldemort once made seven Horcruxes, and as long as one of them existed, he wouldn't really die."

"And there are already three Horcruxes that have been destroyed by me, excluding the locket...... I believe that even if the old lady wants to avenge Mr. Regulus, she probably won't stop me from destroying Voldemort's Horcrux, right? ”

In the face of Fang Yan's blazing gaze, Old Lady Black did not answer directly, but her next performance made the corners of Fang Yan's mouth can't help but curvature.

"Kreacher, get out of here!" Old Lady Black suddenly shouted in the direction of the kitchen, with a strong displeasure against the house-elves in her tone.

It was clear to her, as she could tell from what Fang Yan had just said, that the house-elf had known about Regulus's whereabouts for a long time, but it had been hiding it for so many years.