Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 240 What if——

Drink up that potion alone.

Mu En has only taken one sip of the potion so far, so he knows how much thought Riddle put into that potion.

It is no exaggeration to say that Riddle's idea that "if there are many people ferrying people on the ferry due to lack of strength, no one can pass through his backhand" is not without purpose.

That potion is indeed terrifying.

And just like what Klee said in his words, drinking the potion alone was something that Dumbledore could not do either.

It's not that we have to compete in terms of willpower. After all, Dumbledore still has a way out. He can't risk his life, so he doesn't need to push himself to the limit of human nature psychologically. But Regulus's actions

Soon, Mu En figured out the reason.

He was afraid that if he prayed to the house elf, due to the master-servant relationship, Kreacher would inevitably listen to his "nonsense" after drinking the potion.

So when it came to drinking the medicine, he was the only one to do it alone, at the cost of his life and with the purest willpower.

Kreacher knelt on the ground, sobbing completely, holding his huge head with two thin hands and pushing it towards the ground.

"Kreacher, don't!" Hermione's face was full of sorrow. She squatted on the ground, trying to stop the other party's self-mutilation behavior.

"Mr. Black, please make him stop," she begged.

Hermione supported him, and he immediately fell backwards as if he was electrocuted, shrinking back on the floor: "You rude Mudblood, don't touch me." He screamed.

Then, he grabbed a candlestick under the table and knocked it on his head, clang clang——

"Bad Kreacher! Stupid Kreacher! Can't fulfill the master's orders.

I tried all the methods, all the methods, but none of them succeeded. There were so many powerful magics on the box, and Kreacher believed that it could only be destroyed from the inside, but it couldn't be opened. Kreacher failed to execute the order. Kreacher can't destroy the locket! The mistress went mad with grief, because Master Regulus was missing, and Kreacher could not tell her what had happened, not because Master Regulus had forbidden him to tell his family what happened in the cave."

"Mr. Black!"

"Everything is petrified -" Harry's hand flashed with light, directly immobilizing Kreacher. He looked at Hermione gently, helped her up, and said gently: "Let Sirius focus on his family."

Only then did Hermione see Sirius. She had been squatting below and couldn't see the expressions of the people above.

At this time, Sirius had his elbows on the table, his face covered with his palms, and he could only hear the heavy breathing underneath.

Suddenly, Hermione's breath froze, and she suddenly realized how stupid she had been just now. It was clear that Sirius had just found out about the death of her dearest relative, but she was just yelling about herself.

"I'm sorry." She whispered shyly.

Rarely, no one said - don't mind, don't apologize or anything like that.

The little witch's face was red and steam seemed to be coming out.

"You didn't do anything wrong." Harry said quietly. He didn't want to disturb the adults: "It's just that we have to look at 'people' after all."

The little witch suddenly buried her head on Harry's body, and Harry was immediately frightened and opened his hands, not knowing how to react.

After a while, the little witch raised her head again, and there was nothing but red eyes.

She just wanted to adjust her mood and did not cry. This strong little witch knew that she was the stupid one and she should not and had no right to cry.

Mu En played with the locket in his hand. To his disappointment, the locket had no special power. If it had any meaning, he could not see it yet.

An honor passed down from generation to generation in an ancient family? Like an ancient crown in a museum.

Only from this perspective, Mu En could see the reason why Riddle chose him as the Horcrux.

But Kreacher was right about some of his words. There really was a powerful protective spell in it - a protective spell in addition to the toughness of the Horcrux.

However, this is nothing.

It was at this moment that Sirius finally let go of his hand. He wiped his face fiercely, his eyes were red, took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily.

"I can't accept it." He said weakly.

"This is indeed Riddle's Horcrux." Moon said, and at the same time took out a locket, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it towards Sirius.

Sirius grabbed the locket with trembling hands, and then he fumbled with the locket clumsily like a child playing with a toy.

After a long while, he opened the locket and saw the note inside.

To the Dark Lord, I am willing to die in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your opponent. R.A.B."

He knew this handwriting, the square characters and the pretentious and somewhat exaggerated symbol tail. This was Regulus's handwriting.

He put down the box and the note, stood up and held on to the chair, turning his back to everyone, leaving only a figure with his head hanging from his back.

"Dumbledore and I found this in that cave." Moon said, "During this time, we have been looking for who this R.A.B is."

"It's all Kreacher's fault! Kreacher failed his master and failed to destroy this pendant."

Kreacher broke free from Harry's spell again and began to cry.

"I can't blame you." Mu En said: "Only with a magic spell that involves the soul, or the most extreme special attribute attack, can a Horcrux be destroyed."

Harry raised his ears, knowing the words were being spoken to him.

As he spoke, a blue-purple flame appeared on Mu En's hand. It was not hot, but instead sputtered out a little starlight.

Crack--crack!

The locket suddenly trembled violently, and black air emitted from it, turning into twisted, noseless faces in the air, like shouts.

As the flames burned, black oil gradually emerged from the locket, making a sizzling sound. The entire house was affected by an inexplicable effect and shook.

At this moment, Harry's scar suddenly felt severe pain, and in the haze, scenes flashed before his eyes——

Moon turned her head and saw Hermione supporting Harry.

"Looks like you saw something."

Facing the worried looks surrounding him, Harry took his hand back from his forehead, fighting back a cold sweat.

"No, I'm fine."

Mu En looked at it for a moment, then nodded.

After a while, the soul fragments in the locket had been dissipated. Mu En placed it on the table, then pushed it gently, and the locket flew towards the table, forming a parabola in mid-air and falling. In Kreacher's hands.

"The mission is over, can you be quiet now?"

Kreacher's breathing gradually became heavier. He looked at the locket in disbelief: "Master Regulus' mission is completed. The locket has been destroyed."

His body suddenly began to tremble, and he suddenly crawled towards Mu En, as if his target was going straight to his calves, or maybe his shoes? !

It didn't matter which one it was, he had already been knocked away.

As Moon said, apart from his loyalty to Regulus, he couldn't see anything he liked about this house elf.

"Thank you, great wizard, thank you!!" He quickly stood up, kowtowed to Mu En, and at the same time said in his usual 'pretend to be quiet but everyone can hear it' voice: "In the future You are the master of Kreacher, respected Mr. Wizard, thank you, thank you."

"Changing your disgusting thoughts is more pleasing to people than any groveling." Mu En was unceremonious.

Unfortunately, he had no hope.

"Even if you can't make fundamental changes, at least on the surface, it shouldn't be so annoying."

"I know how. It's all Kreacher's fault." He continued to kowtow.

"Kreacher, go down." Sirius finally spoke. His condition looked extremely bad now.

"Jones." He turned around: "Can you take me to see the cave you mentioned?"

Mu En nodded: "Let's do it now, it's still early."

"Thanks," Sirius said.

"Sirius." Lupine stood up, worry unavoidable in his eyes.

"Together." Mu En spread her hands indifferently.

After a while, after Sirius gave some instructions, the three of them disappeared into No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Looking at the empty room, the two little wizards had just sat down, and Hermione looked at Harry anxiously: "What happened to you just now?"

Harry looked worried and sighed helplessly: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

"Of course you can't hide it, you won't lie." Hermione said.

Hearing this, Harry unconsciously placed his hand on the scar.

"What I don't know is just some fragments and some pictures." Harry said.

Hermione took a breath and covered her mouth with her hands, her face full of horror: "This is wrong Harry, what does the destruction of the mysterious man's Horcrux have to do with you? No, this is wrong, you have to tell Mr. Jones."

"He knows," Harry said.

"Did you say that? What did Mr. Jones say?"

Harry felt a little embarrassed and hesitated for a while before saying, "Yeah, I didn't say that. But I believe Uncle Moon knows.

There is some connection between me and Voldemort, and it is deep-seated. I knew it when I was in the first grade, and Uncle Moon must have seen it earlier. "

Hermione looked at Harry with some disbelief: "Does that mean you haven't asked Mr. Jones about this matter?"

"No." Harry said with absolute confidence in his tone: "He must want me to study, explore, and solve it myself. Otherwise, he won't let me learn Occlumency."

Well, Hermione knew she couldn't convince Harry on this matter.

"So what exactly did you see just now?" she asked instead.

Harry was silent for a moment. When the previous scar hurt, he could usually only see what happened when he was one year old, the flashing green light, the woman lying on the ground, and the ferocious laughter.

But this time, not anymore!

"I saw a white world." Harry said: "Voldemort was wearing a robe and had a body. He looked in extremely good condition."

Hermione looked at Harry nervously, listening to his story.

"He was talking to a man, an old guy with a white beard, who looked very similar to Mr. Dumbledore, but his attitude was more arrogant.

Judging from the aura alone, he seemed to be the same person as Voldemort.

Then Voldemort was fighting him"

As he said this, Harry himself felt a little strange: "He is saying this to the old man on an equal footing, like...a deal?!"

"Is it what happened now? Or some memories?" Hermione was very worried.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head: "Let's wait until Uncle Moon hears it before making a judgment. Don't tell anyone about this for the time being."

Hermione nodded quickly: "I know."

On the other side, in the cave.

Lupine and Sirius looked at the mountain of corpses, and even though they had been washed away by Voldemort's war, they still shuddered at such a cruel act.

After previous research, although Mu En has not yet found a way to completely free these living zombies, he has some means to isolate them from exploration.

After several searches, the three finally found a pile of bones underwater.

Only the incomplete clothes and the accessories with the family crest can express his identity, and that's very reluctant.

Regulus was not a living corpse, he was dragged into the water by a living corpse, and then

Sirius just silently put away the corpses, hugged them tightly to his chest, and walked out of the Black Lake.

"Let's go." He said calmly.

Soon, the group returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place in a hurry.

Afterwards, Mu En and his party also left here.

Looking at the bones on the table, Sirius just stood silently. Lupine wanted to open his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say.

In the end, he could only pat his old friend on the shoulder and just stood here with him.

Kreacher didn't know when he ran out. As soon as he got here and saw the corpse, he burst into tears and knelt down in front of the table.

"Remus, go and rest." Only when the moonlight gradually darkened did Sirius speak hoarsely.

"I'm fine, I just need to calm down." He forced a smile and said, "Go and have a rest. I have to think about where to bury him tonight, so you don't have to worry about me."

"Okay." Lupine nodded: "Don't think too much."

"What a big deal." Sirius smiled: "Originally we didn't deal with him, you still remember, we met him in school before, Slytherin always treated me as an invisible person.

He didn't regard me as his brother. You remember, when he was in the second grade, he told his classmates that I inherited the name "Sirius" to discredit my ancestors.

In my third year, I announced in the Slytherin common room that there was no one like me in the Black family. In fourth year, he came up to us and asked why we would do that to Severus, who was tutoring him in the dark arts. "

"Yes, I still remember." Lupine also followed Sirius's tone and smiled: "At that time, Severus used him to experiment on his dark magic research. You were furious, and then you and James went to find him again. We went together because of his trouble."

"Yes, Regulus probably hated me to death at the time." Sirius smiled: "He was so stupid, and he always thought he was very smart. He was always following Snape, and he didn't even know he was being betrayed. "

Lu Ping just nodded, sometimes shaking his head helplessly and smiling, as if he was amused by what happened in his youth.

"It's so stupid, really, I can't stand it." Sirius smiled and shook his head.

"Really, it's so stupid." He put his hands on the table weakly.

"I was so stupid, Remus."

"If I hadn't left this home back then." His tone gradually started to sob intermittently, and his lips were bitten and bled.

"If I hadn't left this home back then, would he have thought of me when he wanted to deal with the mysterious man?

If I hadn't severed ties with this family, wouldn't he at least have remembered that he still had an older brother to rely on when doing these things?

If I were still here, would he not have died?"