Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Maybe he wants to have a few words with Kreacher, or visit this house, don't worry, there is no danger on it except for the portrait of my old mother, I will go up to find him later." Sirius relaxed Say, "We'll be there soon."

Ten seconds later, they came to a wide room deep underground.

The scene in front of me is very spectacular. This room is like a huge library. Rows of bookshelves are densely filled with books, all of which are precious magic books.

On the surrounding walls, there is a green tapestry with the Black family crest and decorations. Although many places on the tapestry have been bitten by foxes, the gold thread embroidered on it is still shining.

The most striking thing is the tapestry facing the stairs. Its area is very large, covering almost the entire wall.

Sirius walked past, and Harry and Hermione hurried to follow.

The further he went, the more magnificent he could find this tapestry. Harry clearly saw a family tree with branches and branches, which could be traced back to the Middle Ages as far as he could see.

But this is still not the top, there are still many branches on it.

On the right side of the tapestry, from top to bottom, are embroidered in large golden characters: Noble and oldest Black family forever pure.

"This is the family tree of the Black family!" Sirius said softly, "In addition to this one, there is another piece kept in my mother's room. She regards these two family trees as the most beloved treasures, and they are pure blood History most directly proves that when she was still alive, only she herself could touch them, and no one else was even allowed to touch them!"

"You don't seem to be up there!" said Harry hesitantly, looking at the bottom line of the family tree.

"It used to be on it." Sirius pointed to a small blackened round hole in the tapestry, like a cigarette burnt mark, "After I ran away from home, my dear old mother destroyed me, I guess The same is true of the one in her room, no accident, from what I know of her, she will definitely do this."

"You ran away from home?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes, I was about 16 years old at that time." Sirius said in a flat tone, "I ran away from home because I had enough."

"Where have you been?" Harry asked, staring at him.

"Your father's house, Harry!" said Sirius. "Your grandparents are very understanding. They think of me as a second son. Yes, I'm staying at your father's house for a while during the school holidays. When I was 17, I found a place for myself. My uncle Alphard left me a considerable amount of gold, and he was purged from here, probably because of that."

Pointing to another small blackened round hole in the tapestry, Sirius continued, "Anyway, I've taken care of myself since then, but Mr. and Mrs. Potter always welcome me to their house for dinner every Saturday. They're all good people."

"But why are you?"

"Run away from home?" Sirius gave a wry smile, "because I hated them all, and they hated me, too. You don't know, Harry. My parents, they're crazy about pure-bloods, they believed that being Black People in the family are naturally noble. And my foolish brother, his temperament is too weak, he actually believed what they said, that is him..."

Sirius held out a finger and pointed to a name at the bottom of the family tree: Regulus Black.

After the date of birth there is a date of death, about 13 years ago, a year before Voldemort collapsed and escaped, and Sirius was captured in Azkaban.

"He's younger than me!" Sirius continued, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, "However, people keep reminding me that his son is much stronger than me."

"But he's dead," said Harry.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised at all by that," said Sirius. "Stupid idiot, he joined the ranks of the Death Eaters."

"You're kidding!" said Harry and Hermione in unison.

"Hmph, after seeing the situation of this house, don't you understand what kind of wizards my family members are?" Sirius said impatiently.

"Are your, your parents Death Eaters?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"No, it's not, but believe me, they think Voldemort's proposition is correct. They are all in favor of maintaining the purity of wizarding blood, getting rid of Muggle-borns, and letting pure-bloods take power."

Hearing Sirius' words, Harry and Hermione turned even paler.

"They are not unique in this matter. Before Voldemort showed his true face, many people believed that he was right about some things. Many pure-blood wizard families who have passed down for a long time believed him and believed that he can lead them back to their former glory. However, when they found out that he would do anything to gain power, they were all timid and backed away. But I think my parents must think that Regulus was in it in the first place. A brave little hero."

"Did he get killed by an Auror in the end?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Oh, no!" said Sirius, the disdainful smile on his lips intensifying. "He was killed by Voldemort, or, more likely, at Voldemort's orders. Not that important, needing Voldemort to get rid of him himself. From what I've read since his death, he's gotten pretty deep, and then he's terrified of what he's being asked to do, and wants to quit. Alas, the fool, You were so naive as a kid, you can't hand Voldemort a resignation letter and be done with it. It's either death or death."

It can be seen that although Sirius' tone is full of ridicule, there is still a trace of grief hidden. He is very concerned about the death of his younger brother.

Otherwise, Sirius wouldn't have gone to the trouble of investigating his death.

Harry wanted to say something more to comfort Sirius, but suddenly his scar prickled.

He couldn't help but screamed and covered his forehead with his hand.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Sirius asked worriedly, "Did you..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden deafening scream from the stairs, which was the scream of a man before he died.

Sirius froze for a moment, and hurried up, Harry and Hermione followed, and Ivan was still on top, did he encounter any accident? !

They didn't know what was going on, especially Harry, who had an unnaturally foreboding feeling that something was approaching.

He had this feeling twice before, that is, when he faced Voldemort in the first grade and Tom Riddle in the second grade, the voice just now also sounded like Voldemort's voice.Harry was almost suffocated at the thought that Voldemort might be in this house, and he couldn't imagine it anymore.

They used all their strength to rush up the stairs as fast as they could, and then collided with something on the stairs.

They both fell, and Sirius jumped up, wand in hand.

With the light of the wand, he saw that Ivan was standing in front of him intact, with a calm expression, and he didn't look like he was in danger at all.

Chapter 195 Kreacher and Regulus

"What happened up there?" Sirius pulled Ivan up and asked hurriedly, "We just heard a scream, it was the scream of a man before he died."

"That's right, that terrifying voice is very scary, it seems to go straight to the deepest part of the soul, and it makes people shudder." Hermione nodded, staring at Ivan closely, and then said worriedly, "You didn't Did something happen, Evan?"

"My scar hurts, and it feels like..." Harry added.

"Don't worry, I have nothing to do. It was the sound I made when I destroyed this thing just now." Ivan handed over Slytherin's locket.

Although this Horcrux was useless, he didn't throw it away.

Not to mention being a Slytherin relic, this locket itself is very collectible.

Ai Wen was also very concerned about the weird text lines on it.

It is impossible for Salazar Slytherin to leave these things on the locket for no reason. It is not simply a decorative pattern, he should be conveying some kind of message.

According to my own guess, if these lines are not words, then they are a very unpopular magic circle, so unpopular that even Voldemort himself didn't notice it.

Although this possibility is very low, it cannot be denied.

Aiwen is going to go back and study it to see if he can make any new discoveries.

"This is?" Sirius stared at the locket in his hand, focusing on the capital letter S, he seemed to have seen a similar pattern somewhere.

"This is a locket handed down by Salazar Slytherin himself. The capital letter S is the unique coat of arms of the Slytherin family."

Sirius suddenly realized, no wonder he felt he had seen this pattern somewhere.

If you look through the book "Born Noble: The Family Tree of Wizards", the third pure-blood wizard family introduced above is the Slytherin family. The most memorable of them is the snake-like family emblem in front of you.

"This Slytherin locket, I just found it in the restaurant window, I took it out out of curiosity, and then I realized something was wrong, this locket was talking to me, this It’s a dark magic item.” Ivan explained, “Harry, Hermione, remember Tom Riddle’s diary we met last year? If I’m not mistaken, this locket and that diary are Same kind of stuff."

Hearing his words, Harry and Hermione turned pale instantly. They understood what Ivan wanted to say. This locket is a magic item left by Voldemort.

Seeing the questioning eyes of Harry and Hermione, Ivan nodded.

In fact, he thought about it for a long time just now, and finally decided to speak out about it instead of continuing to hide it.

Now that this Horcrux has been destroyed, it is natural to tell Dumbledore that there is no point in concealing it. Although it is a bit of a coincidence, it can be said that he is lucky to find and destroy this Horcrux.

Sirius, Harry, and Hermione were also there. Even if Dumbledore had doubts, he would not think too much about it.

What's more, through the capture of Peter Pettigrew, Ivan suddenly discovered that Dumbledore was not what he imagined, as long as it was within his tolerance, he could try and do some things selectively .

The atmosphere on the stairs was heavy. Harry and Hermione were pale and could not see any blood. They were still immersed in the terrifying news brought by Ivan.

"Tom Riddle's diary, what are you three talking about?"

Sirius was the only one who didn't know what happened. They hurriedly explained to him what happened last year.

"I don't understand, if this locket is a dark magic item made by Voldemort, then why is he in this house?" Sirius' face became more serious.

"You can ask Kreacher this question, he should know." Ivan said softly.

They returned to the restaurant, and Sirius immediately summoned Kreacher.

Kreacher, still holding the worn, dusty and worm-eyed green tapestry, stood in front of the cold, empty fireplace, looking at the four of them with contempt.

"Master, what do you want to call old Kreacher?" Kreacher said hoarsely in his bullfrog voice, bowed low, and muttered to his knees, "After destroying the Black family's library, the scum master And the three cubs he brought back want to..."

"From now on, you are not allowed to say these things in front of me." Sirius roared, "I have a question for you, and you must answer it truthfully, understand?"

"Yes, Master!" Kreacher bowed low again.

Ai Wen saw his lips squirming silently, no doubt silently reciting the insulting words that he was now forbidden to say.

"This locket!" Sirius threw Slytherin's locket over, "It doesn't belong to the Black family, where did you get it?"

"This, this is Master Regulus' locket!" Holding the locket, Kreacher suddenly trembled and wobbled.

"My brother's?" Sirius froze for a moment. He just heard the explanation from the three of them, Ivan, and knew that this thing was a magic item made by Voldemort.

It looks similar to what I imagined, it should be Voldemort who asked Regulus to keep this thing.

Although I don't know what their plans are, it's definitely not a good thing.

"Master Regulus' locket!" Kreacher panted heavily, his withered chest rising and falling sharply, "Kreacher made a mistake and failed to carry out the master's order!"

Then, he let out a blood-curdling scream.

In the next second, Kreacher rushed towards the poker standing by the stove with extraordinary speed, and Harry, who was standing beside him, reacted instinctively and rushed over to pin him down.

Kreacher was still resisting, and Ivan rushed over to help Harry.

Hermione's screams mingled with Kreacher's cries, but Sirius' roar was louder than both.

"Enough, Kreacher, I order you not to move!"

Kreacher stopped struggling immediately, and tears flowed down his long nose into his open mouth, where a set of gray teeth could be seen.

Alvin and Harry were panting on top of him, and Sirius came over to separate them, taking Kreacher in his hands and shaking it roughly, as if the house-elf were a piece of rags.

"Tell me everything you know, where did this locket come from, and what does my brother Regulus have to do with it?" Sirius snarled. "I order you, tell me, tell me about this locket." Tell everything about the locket."

Kreacher reacted abnormally and told Sirius that this locket had a lot to do with his brother's death, and they must have done something back then.

Chapter 196 The Story of Regulus

"Tell me, what did my brother do?"

Sirius threw Kreacher to the ground like a dirty rag.

Kreacher sat up, curled up in a ball, his wet face between his knees, and began to rock back and forth.When he spoke, his voice was low and muffled, but he could be heard quite clearly in the quiet, echoing kitchen.

"That was 15 years ago. Unlike Master Sirius who ran away from home, did not obey the rules, and broke the heart of the hostess, Master Regulus has self-respect, and he knows the meaning of the surname Black and his pure blood. For many years, he has often talked about the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord who wants wizards not to hide, but to come out and rule Muggles and their descendants." Kreacher sobbed, "In Regulus When Master Si was 16 years old, he joined the organization of the Dark Lord..."

"Be a Death Eater, and be proud of it!" Sirius said disdainfully, "Hmph, it's like that fool, he doesn't know what he's doing."

"Master Regulus knows!" Kreacher argued. "He was so proud, so proud, so happy, because he was able to serve in..."

"Get straight to the point, Kreacher, I don't want to hear how my idiot brother feels after becoming a Death Eater!" Sirius interrupted roughly, with the veins on his forehead popping out one by one.

The last time he looked like this was when he faced Peter Pettigrew.

Kreacher looked at Sirius in fear, his head shook even faster, and he said intermittently, "One, one year later, one day, Master Regulus came to visit Kreacher in the kitchen. Master Regulus Always liked Kreacher, he said... he said..."

"What did he say?" Everyone was looking at the elderly house-elf.

"He said the Dark Lord needed a house-elf."

"Voldemort needs a house-elf?" Sirius repeated, and Harry's and Hermione's faces were equally confused, which sounded patently absurd.

How could the mighty Voldemort need a house-elf? Everyone didn't understand, and only Aiwen knew what was going on.

"Oh, yes!" Kreacher said painfully, "Master Regulus contributed to Kreacher. This is an honor. Master Regulus said that it is an honor for himself and Kreacher. Kreacher Must do everything the Dark Lord wants him to do, and go, go home."

Kreacher shook even faster, even breathing turned into sobs.

"So, Kreacher went to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord didn't tell Kreacher what to do, but took Kreacher to a cave by the sea. It was a big rock cave, and there was a big black lake in the cave..."

Sirius didn't speak, and Ivan, Harry, and Hermione also listened to Kreacher's narration with breathless concentration.

In the gloomy basement, Kreacher's hoarse voice was particularly terrifying, as if it came from the black water surface, making the hairs on one's body stand on end uncontrollably.

"There is a boat next to the big lake, and the lake is full of corpses. On the island in the center of the lake, there is a stone basin full of potions. The Dark Lord asked Kreacher to drink it..." Kreacher's voice was Trembling, "Kreacher drank, and saw many horrible scenes while drinking, Kreacher's internal organs were on fire, Kreacher called Master Regulus to save him, and called the name of the mistress, but the Dark Lord was just big Laughing, he made Kreacher drink up the potion. He threw a locket into the empty basin and filled it up again."

"and then?"

"Then, the Dark Lord boarded the boat and left, leaving Kreacher on the island..."

Ivan seemed to be able to see that scene, seeing Voldemort's pale snake face disappearing into the darkness, his red eyes staring coldly at the elf writhing in pain on the ground.

He probably thought that the little elf would die in a few minutes, when he couldn't resist the extreme thirst caused by the potion heartburn.

However, Kreacher escaped, and Ivan didn't know how he did it.