After picking up the book, Sirius cautiously led the two back the way they came.

It wasn't until he left the hallway that led to the library that Sirius's face wore off, and he began to talk and laugh with Harley and Hermione about magic.

"Speaking of which, what I was best at back then was also spells, and I was the main force in making the map of the living spots," Sirius sighed nostalgically,

"Your dad is better at transfiguration, Harley. When we could have become Animagus, your dad contributed a lot. ”

"Remus is better at Defence Against the Dark Arts, especially when it comes to dealing with dark creatures, and he's a first-class master."

"As for that damned traitor," Sirius paused and let out a disdainful snort as he said this,

"He was best at potions, and although his level was much worse than that of snot, he was also among the best in Hogwarts at the time."

"Forget it, don't mention him, it's unappetizing to say it......"

At this time, several people happened to come to the kitchen, and Sirius subconsciously glanced into the kitchen.

He suddenly let out an angry roar: "Kreacher! What are you doing! ”

Sirius then rushed into the kitchen and pulled open the cupboard that had just been closed.

An elderly house-elf was single-handedly carried out by Sirius, and a lot of clutter poured out of the cupboard.

Apparently these items, including a quaint music box and a Sir Merlin Order of Merlin, were hastily stuffed into the cupboard by the house-elf.

The house-elf was very old, and its skin was crumpled all over its body, several times more than it actually needed.

Its head was bare, but it had a large pile of white hair growing out of its two large bat-like ears.

This shape reminded Harley of a few poor pirates who had been cursed by herself, but those pirates had green onions and coriander growing out of their ears.

The house elf had a large nose, like a pig's nose, and the big eyes above it were bloodshot and seemed to be full of anger.

"Kreacher, you damn old bastard, do you really want to hang your head on the wall!" Sirius roared angrily,

"You've ruined the fruits of my hard work for a week! Why! To put on! Those! Litter! Pick it up! ”

At the time of the last sentence, Sirius roared almost one word, word by word.

But as if he hadn't heard, Kreacher muttered in his hoarse, deep voice like a bullfrog:

“…… Oh, it turned out to be the wretched young master, and the smell of the gutter and criminals he still carried. ”

"O poor mistress of old Kreacher, it was with great difficulty to drive the kitten out of the noble snake, and the kitten came back with a pack of mudbloods."

"Oh, old Krichet forgot, it's not just the mudbloods, the scumbag young master also brought back the bastards and werewolves......"

"Oh, werewolf! The old mansion of the noble Black family has actually entered the werewolf, what should the hostess think of old Kreacher......"

Before Kreacher could finish his sentence, Sirius threw him hard and fell to the ground.

Sirius drew his wand in a daze: "Kreacher! Who allowed you to insult my relatives and friends! ”

"If you want to cut off your head and hang it on the wall, like your ancestors, just say it! I can grant you that! ”

Hermione took a step back in surprise and subconsciously tugged at Harley's robe.

The last time she had seen Sirius get so angry was when Sirius met Peter Pettigrew.

"How so? Kreacher will continue to serve the noble Black family. ”

Kreacher got up, bowed carefully, and continued to mutter, in a voice that the whole kitchen could hear,

“…… The wretched young master can do whatever he likes, and old Kreacher has no right to stop it. ”

But Kreacher couldn't watch him destroy the pure-blooded nobility of the Black family...... Oh, poor mistress of old Kreacher, what the hell should Kreacher do? ”

"Humph!" Sirius snorted coldly, "The nobility of pureblood? Pure-blood surnames have a fart nobility! ”

"I'd love for my old mother to see for herself how I live happily in this house."

"Hallie, Hermione, let's go. This is the Kreacher I mentioned to you, a house-elf with a bad brain. ”

As he spoke, Sirius turned to leave, after all, he was just talking about it.

If he really asked him to follow the family custom and cut off Kreacher's head and hang it on the wall, Sirius really couldn't do it.

But instead of leaving, Hallie stared at the cupboard that Klee had chopped on.

The door of the cupboard was open, and there was a large pile of rags and a lot of clutter.

And in the middle of those miscellaneous items, there is a locket, a locket with a simple style.

Harley looked at the locket for a few seconds, then her fingers flexed slightly, and Spider Silk instantly pulled the locket out of the cupboard.

After seeing this scene, Kreacher, who had been very quiet, let out a wail and rushed up like crazy.

Sirius frowned, reaching out to stop Kreacher.

But the spider silk was one step faster than him, and directly tied Kreacher in mid-air.

The locket also stopped in front of Harry, and slowly spun in midair.

"What's wrong, Harley?" Seeing that Kreacher had been stopped, Sirius stopped paying attention to it, but watched Harley's every move curiously.

Harley didn't speak, just pointed to the locket in front of her.

The locket was wiped clean, in stark contrast to the filthy cupboard.

The locket was the size of an egg, made entirely of silver, and worn with a silver chain.

In the center of the locket is a large S-shaped mark, which is made in the shape of a snake, made entirely of pure green gemstones.

In other parts of the locket, a large number of ornate runes were also drawn, and the materials used were extremely precious.

But that's not the point, the Potter family has more gems in their treasury than that.

Hallie focuses on the powerful magic of the locket, and the sense of incongruity in it.

"What's wrong with this locket?" Sirius's gaze shifted from Harry's finger and curiously came up.

He also wanted to touch it with his hand, but Harley reached out to stop him, and finally could only observe it carefully from a short distance.

"Sirius, is this a treasure that your family has inherited?"

Hermione couldn't help but ask, seeing the serpentine S and the serpentine pattern on the locket.

"No, I don't have any impression of this locket. And if it's the Black family, the symbol on it should be B. ”

Sirius frowned and said, "It's convention, it's common knowledge for all pure-blood families. ”

"Pure-blooded families all have their favorite animals, such as the Malfoy family, who like white peacocks and use white peacocks as family crests."

"And the Black family loves the greyhounds, and the family is a shield decorated with a mountain symbol, two five-pointed stars, and a short sword, and on either side of the shield are two leaping greyhounds, and because of Slytherin, they also like snakes."

"But when using ornaments, we definitely still use the abbreviation B of the surname Black, not the initials of the snake."

"This style, if it is a treasure of a pure-blood family, it is probably a surname that starts with S."

"Let me think about it...... Last name starting with S...... Selwyn, I can only think of one Selwyn. ”

"So Hallie, what's wrong with this locket?" Sirius turned to look at Harley,

"If you like the gems on this locket, there are many more in the Black family, you can pick and choose."

"This pendant has been touched by Kreacher's dirty hands, and it is not worth collecting."

"No, I don't like the gems on it." Harley shook her head, confirming the identity of the locket.

Although I don't know which pure-blood family treasure it is, this is probably Voldemort's Horcrux.

Professor Dumbledore had mentioned that Voldemort had made quite a few Horcruxes.

Harley was given a Horcrux crown in the Room of Requirement. After researching the crown, she also confirmed that it was Voldemort's Horcrux.

Although the memories in that fragment of the soul were completely different from what Harley knew of Voldemort, memories can deceive people, and appearances can deceive people, but souls cannot.

Harley compared it to the crazy soul fragment she had in her possession, and recalled Voldemort's diary Horcrux in her second grade.

The core aura of the three is the same, although they have different situations and are placed in different environments, they are essentially the same source.

"Godfather, please ask Kreacher where he got this locket." Hallie whispered.

After hesitating for a moment, Harley added, "This is probably a dark item left behind by Voldemort, at least it has something to do with Voldemort." ”

Hearing that it was a dark magic item left behind by Voldemort, Sirius, who had wanted to reach out and touch it, was startled and took a few steps back.

Hermione also instantly dispelled the idea of putting this delicate locket in her hand to play with it, and felt that this locket was no longer beautiful, but became extremely ugly.

Sirius's gaze turned to Kreacher, and he asked eagerly and loudly, "Kreacher, where did this locket come from?" ”

But Kreacher just stared at Sirius with hatred, not wanting to say a word.

"Kreacher, I command you! Right now! Immediately! Right away! Tell me where this locket came from! ”

Sirius accentuated his tone, pressing for more.

Under the restraint of magic, Kreacher opened his mouth with difficulty and said:

"It's ...... This is...... This locket is ...... A relic left behind by Master Regulus! ”

Sirius was momentarily stunned, and the wand in his hand fell to the ground.

……

Sirius took Kreacher back to the living room and began to inquire in detail about Regulus.

After all, Regulus was Sirius's closest and most caring person in the family.

Under constant pressure from Sirius, Kreacher finally told the truth.

It begins with Regulus following the words of Old Lady Black and joining the Death Eaters.

This time, Sirius rarely didn't let it get to the point, didn't reprimand Kreacher, but listened attentively.

Kreacher quickly talks about Regulus telling him that Voldemort needed a house-elf, and ends up telling him all the way to seeing Regulus being dragged into the water and leaving the cavern with a real locket apparition.

The more he talked, the more sad he became, and by the second half of the story, he would stop to cry or hit his head on the floor.

The portrait of Sirius's mother, hanging behind a velvet drapery, was awakened once, and there was a flurry of invective.

But Sirius was unceremonious, and as soon as the spell came, he directly sealed his old mother's mouth and pulled the velvet curtain directly.

"Master Regulus ordered Kreacher to destroy this locket!" Kreacher concludes the story by saying,

"Kreacher tried all sorts of things, including burning with fire, smashing with a hammer, or using various spells, but none of them worked!"

"Oh, damn Kreacher, it defied the words of Master Regulus, Kreacher is really a bad house-elf!"

As he spoke, Kreacher began to pound his head against the corner of the table again, but Professor Lupin pulled him away.

Sirius didn't notice this at all, and he slumped in his chair in a state of limp.

Sirius's not-so-young face was full of pain, his eyes were blank, tears were sliding from the corners of his eyes, and the wand he had picked up again fell to the ground.

"Regulus...... My little brother ...... How do you ......" Sirius muttered to himself, oblivious to the voices of the outside world.

Professor Lupin's face was solemn, and with his level of Defence Against the Dark Arts and his life experience, he could naturally see the seriousness of this matter.

And Hermione's eyes were also a little sparkling, and it was obvious that the consciousness of a young man who had become a Death Eater at the behest of his parents had come to his senses, and in turn dealt with the Death Eaters, even at the cost of his own life, was moving.

Harry's eyes also had a strange glow, but her focus was on the potion of potion.

"Drinking it can make people feel excruciating, it will make people worse than death, and you may think of the most painful time in your life."

Harley pondered in her heart, "But the body itself will not show scars, and there will be no signs of poisoning......"

"Is it a potion for spirits or spirits? It's painful...... The pain of life is worse than death......"

Harry's hand unconsciously reached into her pocket, which contained a large amount of potion materials, which could be used to create a unique potion that could restore her strength on the spot.

Isn't that the stimulus she lacks now?

Harley felt that she should find a chance to visit the mysterious cavern.

……

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(Thanks to the two bigwigs of "Book Friend with Tail Number 0882" and "Nine-Tailed Yanhu" for their tips!) ）

(End of chapter)