Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

"Sirius, I think we should first ask where the locket brought back by Kreacher is." Andre stopped Sirius calmly.

"Yes, Sirius, Andre is right." Mr. Weasley echoed.

"Okay!" Sirius finally regained some sense and finally stopped attacking poor old Kreacher. He asked with some dejection: "Tell us where the damn locket is?"

However, Kreacher, who was let go by him, did not answer this question. A trace of fear flashed across his huge eyes, and then he began to repeat the previous actions, constantly banging his head against the floor, and saying something in his mouth. He kept mumbling: "It's all Kreacher's fault. It's all Kreacher's fault. Kreacher didn't fulfill Master Regulus's instructions..."

"Enough!" It was not Sirius who spoke this time, but Andre. He interrupted the elf's self-abuse behavior and asked directly: "Did you destroy that locket? Or did you? That it’s still in the house?”

Kreacher's eyes were confused for a while before he replied: "In Master Regulus's room, Kreacher couldn't leave any trace on it. Kreacher tried all methods, all methods, but there was no one. None of them succeeded... There was so much powerful magic on the box that Kreacher believed that it could only be destroyed from the inside, but it couldn't be opened... Kreacher punished himself, and tried again, and punished himself, and tried again. Kreacher can't destroy the locket! The mistress is going crazy with grief, because Master Regulus is missing, and Kreacher can't tell her what happened, not because Master Regulus forbids...forbids him to do anything to the family People...tell what happened in the rock...cave..."

After hearing these words, the expressions of Sirius and Mr. Weasley changed. The things Voldemort had carefully hidden were actually still in this house.

"Where is Regulus's room?" The person who asked this question was Mr. Weasley. He no longer had the curiosity he had when listening to the story before, and his face was full of seriousness and nervousness.

"It's on the second floor. I'll take you there. You guys stay downstairs for now." Sirius also took a deep breath, as if it was not a locket, but a terrifying existence.

But there was nothing wrong with their attitude when dealing with the items left by Voldemort. Wizards who had experienced the era of terror would not dare to underestimate the Dark Lord, even if it was just a locket he hid.

But Andre didn't want to be obedient, and without him, Sirius and Mr. Weasley couldn't destroy the Slytherin locket, so he said: "There will be no danger, Sirius. Kreacher has had that box in this house for more than ten years, and if there was something wrong with it, something would have happened to Kreacher."

This does make sense. Sirius opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say no.

Mr. Weasley had always indulged his children, and he felt that leaving the children downstairs might not be a safer approach.

So a group of people, including Hermione's father, came to Regulus' room on the second floor.

Here, they did find the locket. The box was about the size of an egg, with a gorgeous S-shaped logo in the middle, made of many small emeralds.

Sirius recognized what the S stood for at a glance, and he said in surprise: "This is the mark of Slytherin!"

"This will indeed be something that You-Know-Who likes. He always values ​​bloodline." Mr. Weasley said the same thing after taking the locket from Sirius.

"But how to destroy it?" Harry also moved forward.

Mr. Weasley placed the locket on the dusty table, then pulled out his wand and said, "I'll give it a try. You guys stand back first."

Everyone stepped back half a meter in tacit agreement, watching Mr. Weasley pointing his wand at the locket and saying: "Split into pieces!"

The Cutting Curse did no harm to the locket, however, and Kreacher's description of it was correct.

Next, they tried fire spells, freezing spells, and various magics that could cause damage, but the final result was no different.

"Perhaps we can ask Professor Dumbledore to take a look at this. He is knowledgeable and may know what this is." Hermione suggested.

Sirius didn't care. What he wanted to do now was to go to the cave that Kreacher mentioned, retrieve the body of his brother Regulus, and then bury him properly. But if he didn't get rid of the locket in front of him, he wouldn't do it either. Dare to leave immediately.

As for Mr. Weasley, he was of course more than happy to see the headmaster of Hogwarts come.

"But how do we inform him?" Ron said with some confusion: "Hogwarts cannot be apparated into."

"Leave it to me, I can contact Professor Dumbledore, if he is still in school now." Andre said with a smile. Of course, Hogwarts cannot apparate, but there will always be a more convenient way to find it. Mr. Principal,

"Is there a portrait of your great-grandfather in this house? Sirius."

"Oh! I think I know your method, but I can't guarantee that my annoying grandfather will stay in this unoccupied old house at this time." Sirius suddenly realized.

"You have to look first before talking, and I have learned a very useful spell for dealing with portraits." Andre said confidently.

"Okay, then follow me. My great-grandfather's portrait is in the bedroom next to him." Sirius nodded.

Several other young wizards were still confused. Harry asked curiously: "Why can the portrait of Sirius's great-grandfather be connected to Professor Dumbledore?"

But Hermione thought about it for a while and immediately remembered it. She clapped her hands and said, "I remembered it. It was mentioned in "Hogwarts: A History" that the principal who held the position of principal in the early 19th century It’s a wizard named Phineas Black.”

"Yes, that's right, and he is also the most hated principal in the history of Hogwarts." Sirius did not feel honored at all that his great-grandfather had served as the principal of Hogwarts, but said sarcastically. .

When they entered the bedroom, they soon saw an empty picture frame hanging on the wall.

"Look, my great-grandfather didn't stay here." Sirius spread his hands with an expression that he had expected.

But Andre was not disappointed. He took out his wand, pointed it at the wand, and then uttered a very awkward spell.

Then, a cursing voice sounded in the frame.