The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Wizards move very quickly, and they followed Mo Bai back home that night.

"You can live on the second floor. There are many rooms. You can stay wherever you want. Your magic marks have been recorded by the surrounding formations. You can come and go freely."

It was the Weasley family's first time here, and they actually looked a little restrained standing in the magnificent and spacious hall.

The Geminis adapted to the local customs and started running around after cheering.

Mo Bai friendly reminder.

"I suggest you don't go up to the third floor. That's Hermione and I's private space."

The twins looked at each other and smiled.

"No problem~"

Seeing their smiles, Mo Bai didn't say anything.

Sirius stretched and said, "This is what a base should look like~"

The man who was cleared of the charges and regained his freedom was no longer the miserable guy he used to be. Now he was playful and romantic, as if he had returned to his youthful high spirits.

As the hostess, Hermione led everyone to the room on the second floor, and Harry excitedly spoke to Ron and Ginny.

"Let me tell you, you are in for a treat, Bai's cooking skills are top notch..."

Looking at his back, Mo Bai put his hand on the pendant box in his pocket, and magic power surged.

"hiss……"

Harry suddenly gasped and covered the scar on his forehead in pain.

It attracted everyone's attention in an instant, and Ron and Ginny beside him hurriedly supported him.

"what happened to you?"

Harry shook his head, "It's okay, my scar has been hurting lately, maybe it's because Voldemort has resurrected."

When this name is mentioned, the air becomes a little stagnant.

Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry distressedly, "Poor child, go and have some rest."

Mo Bai narrowed his eyes and looked at their backs.

My guess was confirmed.

He clicked his tongue.

This is not going to be easy.

However, the one who should be having the headache is Old Deng.

On the way back to the room, he saw the twins sitting dejectedly at the stairs on the second floor, and smiled knowingly.

"Well, you can't go up."

The twins who were exposed did not show any embarrassment at all. They surrounded Mo Bai on the left and right, with excitement in their eyes.

"Bai, how did you create this formation? It's amazing."

"Want to learn?"

The two looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

The two brothers were not very interested in magic, but instead liked to do some strange things, and they were quite talented.

He has some talent as a scientific researcher.

"I can teach you, but there is a prerequisite."

The twins looked at each other and patted their chests.

"no problem."

"Practice Transfiguration well, at least this..."

He casually pinched the air and a feather pen appeared in his hand.

"Wow~"

Although they had seen Mo Bai's move before, the twins still cooperated and exclaimed in amazement.

“This is a bit difficult.”

"Practice more."

He handed the quill to George…or Fred…didn't matter.

He planned to teach the spell to the twins, since these two brothers liked making small props anyway.

After seeing the twins off, he walked up the stairs and reached the third floor without any hindrance.

Just up to the third floor is an area surrounded by bookshelves, where he and Hermione usually read.

But at this moment, a tall figure appeared in the area where there should have been no one, with his back to him looking at the books on the bookshelf.

Mo Bai's mouth twitched.

"It's very rude to barge in without the owner's permission, you know?"

He knew that the old man would definitely be able to come in.

He didn't even feel anything.

How strong is Old Deng? !

He thought his strength had improved dramatically after passing through the underwater ruins, but it seems that it is still a little short.

Dumbledore turned around with a smile, but before he could say anything, something flew towards his face.

Dumbledore subconsciously raised his finger, trying to use magic to freeze the object, but it was of no use.

The thing hit Dumbledore hard on the nose.

"Oh, Merlin's beard."

He hadn't been hurt this badly since he had sent Gellert to Nurmengard.

Mo Bai looked at Dumbledore with a smile, "Old Dumbledore, take a look at this."

Dumbledore suppressed his nasal pain and opened one eye to look at the thing in his hand. The next second, his expression suddenly became solemn. He didn't care that he was still injured and carefully inserted his magic power into it.

"This is, Tom's Horcrux?! Where did you find it?"

"It's in the old Black house, in a room called Regulus. I didn't expect you didn't notice it."

Dumbledore gave him a long look.

"I told you that your talent is unmatched."

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

"Did you say that?"

"It's about the same..."

Dumbledore waved his hand and changed the subject.

"I remember Regulus. He was Sirius's cousin. He joined the Death Eaters at the age of 16 and then died suddenly. No one knew how or where he died."

Mo Bai spread his hands, "Maybe Voldemort asked him to hide the Horcrux and then kill him to silence him, so that no one would know where it is..."

He paused suddenly.

This person hid it too carelessly, just putting it on the shelf.

Or is there something in there that they don't know?

"You'll have to ask the Black family."

"Don't use Legilimency on me!"

When Sirius learned that his cousin actually had a Horcrux of Voldemort, his expression was indescribably strange.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the locket, "Is this what caused you to die?"

"If you follow Voldemort, you should expect that there will be no good ending..."

After a while, he took a deep breath.

"Go ask Kreacher, he knows more than I do."

Mo Bai naturally would not let Kreacher enter the manor. After saying goodbye to Hermione, the three of them returned to Black's old house.

Kreacher was cleaning the house while cursing, and when he saw Sirius he immediately bowed deeply.

"Welcome back, my master..."

"And vicious freaks."

He spoke the last sentence in a very low voice, but it did not escape Mo Bai's ears.

He was too lazy to argue with the house-elf, so he gave Sirius a warning.

He pulled out the locket.

"What do you know about this and Regulus?"

The moment Kreacher saw the locket, he trembled all over and screamed, "This is, this is Master Regulus's thing, it should be in the Master's room!"

Sirius was impatient, "But it's in my hands now! You just tell me how Regulus got him, that's an order!"

Kreacher trembled even more violently, and he curled up on the ground, a suppressed sound slowly coming out.

As he spoke, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly gloomy, and Mo Bai's expression became increasingly serious.

He didn't expect to hear such a story.

Although Regulus joined the Death Eaters very early, he was different from other dark wizards who tortured Muggles and half-blood wizards. As a defender of pure blood, he only did it for bloodline and power.

But the actions of the Death Eaters condemned his conscience and he began to question his position.

Until one day Voldemort borrowed Kreacher from him, and he found that Kreacher was extremely miserable after returning, as if he had been severely abused.

He was very angry and asked Kreacher what happened.

From Kreacher's mouth, he learned that Voldemort took him to a cave on an isolated island, where there was an empty basin full of poisonous potion.

Kreacher was forced to drink the potion, and Voldemort hid the Horcrux in the empty basin.

After Regulus knew this, he seemed like a different person. One day, he asked Kreacher to take him to the isolated island.

On the isolated island, he did not force Kreacher like Voldemort did, but instead drank the potion that made his life worse than death, and ordered Kreacher to take the box home and destroy it.

In extreme pain, he was dragged to the bottom of the sea by the Inferi surrounding the isolated island...

Crich finished sobbing, and Sirius's expression became extremely distorted.

He looked at the box, his pale lips trembling.

"Why... didn't you destroy it?"

Kreacher cried out, "Kreacher tried everything, but no matter what he did, he couldn't leave any marks on it. The box is protected by a powerful spell."

He began banging his head frantically on the floor.

Sirius ignored him, with an expression on his face that made it hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing.

"He's a hero! My brother is a hero!"

He shouted this hoarsely, and then fell silent.

Mo Bai sighed and stared at you Kreacher, "One last question, do you know how many of these things Voldemort made?"

He didn't hold out much hope, he just asked casually.

But Kreacher shuddered.

"Kreacher didn't know, but Kreacher heard the Dark Lord say in the cave..."

“This is the fifth one.”