HP solves the mystery

After returning from Hogwarts and graduating, Severus stayed at his home in the city center. Apart from brewing a large amount of potions, he was waiting for the results of the NEWTS exam.

The basilisk muttered while watching the TV. It had recently fallen in love with watching Sea World and had repeatedly asked Severus to take it to the beach.

Severus turned a deaf ear to its complaints. He took off the newspaper tied to the owl's leg and read it. He was surprised to find that "The Quibbler" had actually published an advertisement, which contained some specious information about the purchase of flying carpets and certain items. Address; also said that a newly opened store in Diagon Alley has a 15% discount on the th of every month...

All in all, various products took up more than half a page of the newspaper, which was dazzling.

He didn't think anything of it at first, but when he saw the discussion in the Daily Prophet about whether magically transforming Muggle items could bring convenience to wizards, he was really stunned.

Anyone who has read the history of the development of the magical world knows that the Ministry of Magic has a Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items. This department deals with a series of bad effects caused by wizards using magic on Muggle items and then selling them to ordinary people.

In fact, as long as you use Muggle items in your own home and are not seen or reported by others, even if you are reported, the items will only be confiscated, and it is not even a crime.

Moreover, the Director of the Articles Department at the back, Arthur Weasley, wrote a set of laws prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items and specifically left a way out for himself, which allowed him to use magically modified Muggle vehicles.

Severus browsed unconsciously, wondering if he should go to Diagon Alley to take a look. Those products seemed very interesting.

The people in the Ministry of Magic were also confused, but considering the benefits they received and the fact that it passed, there was no harm in it (even if there were any harm, Muggles would be blamed), and they were very satisfied with using those magic modification products, so they didn’t discuss it further. Control over Muggle items was loosened.

They maintain the arrogance of wizards and the pity for ordinary people who take elephants to watch ants.

The spies placed by the Death Eaters into the Ministry of Magic were relieved to receive the approved documents and sent them without any delay.

As the saying goes, life in this world cannot be separated from the four conditions of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

When James Mead, a Nobel Prize-winning economist, saw this regulation, he knew that the plan could begin, and their fuel-free cars could occupy half of the industry.

Voldemort was very satisfied with this, and it was not in vain that he spared an hour every day to listen to the lessons of those Muggle experts, and things finally made progress.

"Your Majesty the Duke, we have arranged for the company's agent in London." Yaxley's hoarse voice sounded in the conference room. The decent smile on his face full of sinews was completely different from his usual gloomy look. different.

The agent in the Muggle world will definitely not be a pure-blood family or someone from the Ministry of Magic. They choose a mixed-blood who has been in the Muggle world for more than ten years and has some connections with these families.

Voldemort nodded slightly and left Lucius and Regulus behind.

The manor is very beautiful, with bright flowers blooming everywhere, and a white snake can be vaguely seen chasing butterflies among the flowers.

"Lucius, is Lila okay?" Voldemort asked with concern as he walked on the cobblestone path and looked at the black and blue eyes of his nephew.

Lucius was stunned, thinking of his daughter who was weak for no reason at home, and pursed his lips bitterly.

"Sir, Laila, she...I..." Lucius replied hoarsely. In order to understand the situation, he stayed at his father Abu's place for several days, but there was nothing he could do.

Seeing his troubled look, Voldemort raised his eyebrows. The curse on the Malfoy family was really vicious. It was still so strong after hundreds of years, and it still couldn't keep a girl.

Regulus stood aside as an invisible man. He was worried about his lovely niece, but this curse has not been solved by the Malfoy family for hundreds of years, let alone them.

"The Legal Department of the Ministry of Magic has been entrusted to you. You know what to do." Voldemort picked off a pink rose, sniffed it, and said calmly, "Don't let Dumbledore find out. Some chess pieces can be moved into the open."

Lucius knew that Voldemort wanted him to throw some smoke bombs, and that the Ministry of Magic's regulations were the rules of conduct for most wizards. Controlling the Ministry of Magic was equivalent to controlling most of the wizarding world. The only thing he worried about was Dumbledore's death. The power and the dark wizard.

"Okay boss, we are in the process of contacting the International Magical Cooperation Department and found out that they have frequent contacts with Germany recently. I wonder if it is the one from Nurmengard... You see..." Lucius's understatement did not mention it at all. His secret trip to Austria.

Voldemort laughed when he heard this and threw the rose in his hand back into the flowers.

"Don't worry, just keep it as it is." Voldemort glanced at Lucius sharply and saw cold sweat breaking out on his forehead before he slowly spoke, "Send a box of small yellow croakers as a gift to celebrate his coming out... ..." He thought of the old man he had seen in Nurmengard before, and wondered if he would return the favor.

Lucius's face turned even paler when he saw it, and after hearing his instructions, he responded in a low voice.

Voldemort waved his hand nonchalantly and asked Lucius to leave first. What he said next was not suitable for a third person to hear.

Lucius bowed his head in response and slowly left the garden before using Apparition to leave.

Only Voldemort wearing a mask and Regulus with a low eyebrow were left in the garden, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

After Lucius left, Regulus also left the manor not long after.

On a snowy mountain in Austria, the Nurmengard Castle, which had not been opened for a long time, welcomed a rare visitor. The old butler who opened the door ignored the etiquette and took off his glasses to wipe them with a handkerchief. After confirming again and again, he went upstairs to notify Grindelwald. master.

Dumbledore wore a pair of half-moon glasses and a simple blue robe. His long white hair was draped softly behind his head. Even his chest-length beard was neatly trimmed. He looked extremely amiable.

His laughter froze when he saw the wizard who looked the same as he had decades ago, even more imposing, and his hand tightened on his wand.

"Long time no see, Gale." Dumbledore said softly, as if he had never been apart in these years.

Grindelwald was looking out the window at the snowy scene that had remained unchanged for centuries. He came back to his senses when he heard this strange yet familiar voice. When he touched the face of the old man who was the same as in the information, he felt a little happy and a little sad.

"Long time no see." Grindelwald smiled, his lips moved for a while, and then he softly called, "Al."

The meeting between the two was very ordinary. There was no scene of confiding in each other or crying while holding each other's hands. They just drank hot tea in a very warm manner.

Karma, who originally came to report to Grindelwald, hid at the door. Seeing the old man's heart-broken look, he nodded with satisfaction, ignoring the butler's dissatisfied look, and grabbed the snacks and brought them up.

When Dumbledore saw Karma, he almost spat out the hot tea in his mouth. This old boy had done a lot of bad things to slander Gellert for Gellert's plan.

"Hey, long time no see, Mr. Dumbledore. This is the Sachertorte specially made for you by the kitchen..." Kama said in a sinister tone, but the snack in his hand was placed lightly on the table, "Yes, what's the matter? Ten years have passed and I haven’t come to see my old friend. This is the only way I can remember your preferences... Please come here more often in the future..."

Gellert looked amused, but didn't say anything. What Karma said was true, and these subordinates needed to vent their grievances.

Dumbledore didn't seem to hear Kama's sarcasm. He thanked him and picked up the cake to eat, even squinting his eyes in enjoyment.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Kama. I haven't seen you for so many years, but you still look charming." He took a sip of hot tea, and a sadness flashed in his blue eyes. Is he the only one who has grown old?

Karma snorted and sat unceremoniously on the sofa nearby, making up his mind not to let the two of them be alone together.

"No, you are the one who surprised me. Look at your thick white hair and neat beard..." Kama sneered at Dumbledore, but the boss didn't scold him anyway, "I also want to grow a long beard. It's a pity that my wife doesn't allow it, saying that he looks too old, and he is still as handsome as he is now." He touched the mustache on his lips and smiled.

Dumbledore's hand holding the tea cup shook. No matter how much time passed, he and the old boy still refused to deal with each other.

"Gail, I came here this time to ask you about Voldemort, oh, my student Tom, who seems to have come to see you before." Dumbledore didn't care that there was one more person, and looked at Gellert. Asked, "He is a wizard with different ideas just like you. The status of the wizarding world in England today is just like you back then..." He talked about Voldemort and Gellert's heroic deeds, trying to arouse someone. Human resonance.

"However, Gale, have the restrictions on you by the Ministry of Magic in England and the United States been lifted? I see that trade between Germany and other countries has increased recently... I don't think this is bad... but is the price too high? Passionate young people are easily impulsive...if something bad happens..."

Gellert was a little disappointed that he asked these questions when they met, and he also understood the development of Dumbledore's power now. He knew that Voldemort came to Austria to meet him and the forces mobilized by Kama, and he couldn't find out the whereabouts of the forces mobilized by Kama.

"Al, we have indeed met, but I don't think he will have the achievements I did." Gellert interrupted Dumbledore's recollection of the past and said calmly, "I just stayed in Nurmengard for too long... The money is running out...just to make some extra money...and young people should go out more and make more adventures..." He explained the reasons for the increase in trade, and a smile appeared on his lips when he talked about young people.

Not to mention the talk of lovers meeting again after decades of separation, just Kama's gags left Dumbledore speechless with many questions.

In another country far away, the brown-haired boy was very confused after receiving the mission. Why should he look for the person he trusted the most?

Regulus thought for a long time. Voldemort's requirements could be said to be both broad and narrow. The only person he trusted, apart from his parents and relatives, was the house elf Kreacher who had always been with him.

Thinking of Kreacher, his eyes softened. This was the person who treated him best in the family, even if his parents came last.

At first, his parents focused on cultivating their elder brother Sirius, who was gifted in magic. They did not love his second son. All the brothers and sisters in the family had deep feelings for Sirius and rarely played with him. Only Kreacher, the house elf, Never give up.

Voldemort did not leave this task to other trusted Death Eaters, but to himself, which showed that there were very few people who met his conditions, and if they didn't complete it well, there was no telling what punishment they would get.

Regulus struggled all night. Thinking about his parents who were getting older and tired, he still wanted Kreacher to complete the mission. If it was something dangerous, he would beg Voldemort to let Kreacher come back...

But everything is unclear now. Maybe the task to be completed is not dangerous? And the magic of house elves is very powerful...

He may be able to use this opportunity to truly walk into the top of the Death Eaters, explore the secrets of Voldemort, and lead the family to the throne of honor.

Suddenly, the kerosene lamp began to flicker, and the lights inside suddenly exploded. The world became dim with a crackling sound, and finally disappeared.

The last trace of light in Blake's old house disappeared.

"Kreacher." Regulus called out in a low voice.

After a slight noise, Kreacher appeared in front of Regulus. After lighting the candles in the room behind him, he bent down deeply.

"What are your instructions, young master? Do you want a midnight snack? Kreacher has left roast beef for you in the kitchen." Kreacher spoke in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the others in the old house.

"Thank you Kreacher, I'm not hungry yet." Regulus said with a smile. Seeing Kreacher straighten up, he said with a serious face, "Kreacher, the Duke has assigned me the next task and asked me to give it to him. Recommend a trustworthy person." He paused, organizing his words.

"The person I recommend is you, Kreacher. Can you be loyal to the Duke and obey his orders, and complete whatever he asks?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,Of course, Kreacher is willing. Kreacher obeys the instructions of his young master and is loyal to the noble, great, and mysterious Duke." Kreacher burst into tears, feeling happy that his little master valued him so much. As for the little master, The master said he would obey the Duke's orders, so of course he would obey the orders.

Regulus looked away embarrassedly, but couldn't help but give a few words of advice.

"Kreacher, no matter what order the Duke gives you, you must first ensure your own safety, do you understand? If things are very dangerous, you can stay out of sight of that gentleman, or come home and tell me, I understand. "?" He said and sighed. Although Voldemort's temper was good and bad, his magic power was really powerful.

"Kreacher knows, little master." Kreacher suppressed his excitement and bowed again, staring at Regulus with his big eyes, as if what he said was imprinted in his mind.

Regulus looked at Kreacher and hugged his arm like he did when he was a child.

"Kreacher, we all need to be fine."

Kreacher suppressed the scream that he wanted to blurt out. In the world view of house elves, the master will not touch their dirty bodies. It is kind to not beat, scold or abuse them, not to mention touching their own. The little master who took care of him from childhood to adulthood.

"Okay little master, Kreacher will run home and wait for you after the adult completes his mission. You still need my care." Kreacher tried hard to control his trembling body, and his heart was sore and swollen like ants biting him. .

Three days later, in the garden of Voldemort's manor.

Voldemort looked at Regulus and the house elf beside him who had obviously been cleaned but was still wearing a worn pillowcase. He sipped his black tea and watched Nagini eating flower petals leisurely.

"My lord, this is Kreacher, the person I recommend to you as a trusted person." Regulus licked his dry lips and sat upright on the chair. "The house elf can perfectly complete all the orders given by the master. And it cannot be violated..."

Voldemort certainly knew the properties of house elves, an alchemical product. When his manor was opened, there were ownerless house elves who came to him, but the quality varied, and in the end only three remained.

God knows how much he wanted to steal one when he saw those hardworking house elves at Hogwarts at the age of 11.

Voldemort cut his soul into many pieces. One of the reasons why he is not so bad-tempered now is that the Horcruxes are very close. Later, when he hides all the Horcruxes and distances them far away, he gradually becomes insane and violent. .

The place where Voldemort wanted to hide the Horcrux was very hidden, so it might be more convenient to use a house elf.

"Transfer contract." He spat out a few words calmly, which was considered as approval of the 'person' recommended by Regulus.

Regulus secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly signed the transfer contract with his name. He also had a backup plan. The house elves in the family will always be loyal to the first person to recognize their master. Even if it is transferred, between the current owner and the previous owner, his loyalty to the previous owner is definitely higher than that of the later owner.

Not many people know about these things. It is normal for the wizarding family inheritance in the magical world to be lost. Moreover, Voldemort is still a half-blood born in the Muggle world. Even if he has recovered the blood of his ancestors and broken away from the family teachings, some aspects are still inferior to tradition. The heritage of the wizard family.

Voldemort gently rubbed the parchment on which the transfer contract was written, and looked at Nagini, who was hissing and squirming after being stung by a bee. A trace of softness flashed in his scarlet eyes.