[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

"Harry, I have something to tell you." At the end of Harry's birthday party, Moody stopped him, "Oh, it's okay, Molly, it's me." He looked suspiciously at Wes Mrs. Ley said.

Harry followed Moody to the chicken coop, hoping that Moody was looking for him about the Horcruxes.

Moody lived up to his expectations: "I went to the cave you mentioned, and got back the thing that is said to be a Horcrux."

Harry marveled at his efficiency: "Great! So, um, who did you go with?"

"With whom?" Moody looked confused. "I went by myself."

"What? Aren't there many guards there?"

"There are a few, but they're not much of a threat. I think maybe it's because the Dark Lord thinks they'll be enough against you, or maybe he believes you're no match for the Inferi if you can take on the Death Eaters."

"Okay." Harry frowned at the unkind words. "So, you destroyed that Horcrux?"

"No, that's what I'm going to tell you." Moody took a green locket from his pocket, opened it, and took out a note. "I'm sorry to say that this Horcrux seems It has been dropped by someone." There was a hint of anger in his voice.

Harry took the locket blankly.It was somewhat similar to what he had seen in memory, but smaller and more plain, and the writing on the yellowed note made one thing clear.

"So," his voice was a little dry, and his voice seemed not to be his own, "Dumbledore's death is meaningless, isn't it?"

"If you're referring to the destruction of this Horcrux, I'm afraid it is." Moody nodded, almost callously saying so, and Harry didn't know why he could say these words so calmly .

"It's just a brain cramp!" A long-lost female voice was losing her temper in a small room in Spider's End, "Merlin testifies! That's a Horcrux! He's so stupid that he can be dropped! Then he What are you still doing this for?"

Lucius and Snape looked at each other helplessly, wisely choosing silence.

"He actually let other people know about the existence of Horcruxes, and he is also a brainy but not loyal Death Eater! What are you two looking at!" Mary shouted at them, "Now think about everything Someone whose initials are RAB!"

Her memory only went to the moment when Voldemort killed his uncle and got the ring. At that time, the Death Eaters were not yet large and there were not many people, but none of their initials were RAB.

Lucius thought for a long time, and suddenly thought of something, Yoyo said, "If you want to talk about RAB, I know one."

"Say," said Mary impatiently.

"Narcissa's cousin, Regulus Arcturus Black, is also Sirius' younger brother," Lucius said. "You met him too, remember, Severus?"

"I do have some impression." Snape frowned slightly, "But I remember he died a few years after he joined the Death Eaters."

"Because he proposed to quit." Lucius shook his head regretfully, "He's still a naive kid."

"Blake?" Mary grasped the most important part directly, "Then that thing is likely to be in Grimmauld Place?"

"I thought at least there would be some clues there."

"Yeah, well said, as if we had other clues," said Mary sarcastically, and sighed again, "God, I'll have to go to hell with Weasley and Draco tomorrow." Showing up at my wedding was really—"

"By the way, speaking of weddings," Lucius suddenly remembered, "If nothing else happens, the Dark Lord will be able to capture Scrimgeour tonight, and the Ministry of Magic tomorrow will be completely different from today's. Let those People pay attention."

"Understood." Mary agreed, grabbed the bottle on the table, and disappeared into the night like a gust of wind.

The second night—

"Sirius Black, is he an idiot?!" Another roar came from Spider's End Alley, "You actually said you didn't know! You don't even know about your brother's relics, what else do you know?!"

"Obviously, all his heart is devoted to getting into trouble with Potter at night." Snape pouted, "I remember his relationship with Regulus didn't seem to be very good. He looked down on the Black family. Everyone."

"It's better to say that he despises all Slytherins." Lucius shrugged, "It's a pity that there is no one else in Black's family except him now."

"However," Mary calmed down her anger a little bit, thinking, "I saw the house elf in Black's house today. It seems to still follow the rules of the pure-blood family, and only respect real pure-blood wizards."

"You mean Kreacher? Yes, it's very dissatisfied with the Order of the Phoenix occupying Grimmauld Place as its headquarters." Snape knew Grimmauld Place better than Lucius, "But Black has the final say there, So it can't help it, of course, it can at least be able to curse at everyone there, including its current owner, Blake."

"Black? Humph. I remember you said Regulus was Narcissa's cousin, right?" Mary asked Lucius.

"Yes."

"Then ask her to try to call Kreacher out and let her come to see me." Mary made a decisive decision.

Things went smoother than Mary imagined, Narcissa called Kreacher out almost without any effort, and gained its loyalty.

"Oh, you're here." Mary looked at the elf who appeared in front of her in surprise, "It's faster than I thought."

"Lady Narcissa asked me to come to you as soon as possible." Kreacher bowed to Mary and said in a bullfrog-like voice, "So Kreacher came, and Kreacher was proud of obeying the order. But if Miss If it's not convenient for you now—"

"It's fine now." Mary stopped Kreacher from slamming into the wall, "I have something to ask you, Kreacher."

"Please feel free to ask, the honorable Mrs. Narcissa asks me to answer all your questions honestly."

"Oh, good." Mary sat down on a wooden chair, finding a relatively comfortable position for herself, "Did Black and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix know that you're out?"

"They don't know, no one cares where Kreacher has gone, except for an annoying Mudblood, she always comes to Kreacher tirelessly, Kreacher is annoying her..."

It's Hermione, with her passion for house-elves still undiminished, Mary thought helplessly. "Okay, then let's hurry up and finish before they find out that you disappeared. First of all, Kreacher, you once served Regulus—oh, my God."

Mary rolled her eyes. House-elves are bad for that. Before she could finish her sentence, Kreacher was already sobbing loudly.

"Well, at least I know you and Regulus used to have a good relationship." Mary sighed, "It's okay for you to drop your tears or snot on the floor or roll around here." Anyway, this is not her home, "I only have one request, answer my question normally. Then, Kreacher, after Regulus' death, what happened to his things?"

"Master Regulus is the old lady's favorite child, so the old lady kept everything that belonged to Master Regulus."

"Oh, did it? Couldn't be better." Mary raised her eyebrows at her good luck, "Is there a locket among those things? Green ones with Slytherin marks on them, um, and I think Nobody can open it."

"Yes, Master Regulus gave me that locket and ordered Kreacher to destroy it."

"I guess you must have failed. Oh, oh, don't hit yourself with that poker, or you will go back with a wound in a while, and if Blake asks you what's going on on a whim, how will you explain it?" Mary As expected, Kreacher wailed and slammed into the wall, "Anyway, give me that locket, and I'll help you fulfill Master Regulus' orders."

"Gone……"

"Excuse me? What did you just say?"

"Regulus' locket... is gone..." Kreacher fell to the ground and cried loudly.

"..."

If Hermione was here, she would definitely say things like "it's okay" and "it's not your fault", Mary thought with a face that was stiffer than marble at the moment, but she just wanted to strangle this kicking and rolling on the floor. little monster.

"When did it happen? Why didn't it happen? Don't cry, don't punish yourself anymore, just talk!"

In fact, Kreacher didn’t need to listen to Mary, but maybe it was Narcissa who gave the order, or it was simply a matter of Mary’s aura, Kreacher sobbed, and blew his nose vigorously with the cloth wrapped around his body, but he stopped Crying and continuing to answer Mary's questions.

"Stolen..."

"What? Sirius doesn't care?"

"The master doesn't care about this, he is a complete rebellious son, he broke the old lady's heart..."

"Prodigal son, it hasn't changed a bit after staying in Azkaban for 13 years. Who stole that locket? Oh, I don't even need to ask, who else can freely enter and leave Grimmauld Place and is used to taking it by the hand " Mary sighed and shook her head, "Let's do this first, Kreacher, you can go back, don't take the initiative to tell anyone about our meeting today."

Kreacher bowed deeply to Mary, and Apparated.

"Oh, my God." Camille made an exaggerated expression of sympathy in a blank picture frame on the wall, and clicked a few times, "It's really embarrassing, Mary, you treat me like this A poor house-elf?"

"Say it as if I'm treating it like this because it's a house-elf—Merlin, who would want to eat these things." Mary slammed the refrigerator door in disgust.

"That's right, your attitude towards some people is no better than that towards house elves." Camille giggled twice.

Mary waved her wand and cleaned up the dirty place of Kreacher: "But Camille, as a French pure-blood wizard, you actually said these words, can I understand that Hermione can finally chat with Harry and the others? gone?"

"Bingo. Now they're celebrating a man named Lupine's wife is pregnant, and I'm being ignored, so I'll come over and see."

"Lupin? Yeah, I know, but he doesn't look that happy. Huh, expect us to respect him when he's ashamed of himself as a werewolf? Look at Fenrir."

"Fenrir is a real werewolf, Mary, he didn't become a werewolf after being bitten."

"Oh, I forgot that, but Ernest won't do that either." Mary sighed, opened a big box in the corner, took out something, put it into the bottle she got from Snape, shook it and drank it. After a few mouthfuls, he frowned, "The taste is really bad."

"That's because the werewolves you met weren't normal. Speaking of which, do you think it's because of discrimination that you feel inferior, or because you feel inferior that you discriminate?"

"Don't talk to me about such philosophical questions, Camille. Oh, but yes, you are about six or seven hundred years old, so it's not surprising to ask questions that people in the Middle Ages care about." Mary opened the door, "Yes Time to tell Harry and them that the real locket is with Mundungus Fletcher."

"Then where did I get the news?"

Her answer was a slamming door.

"Ha!" Camille stared at the closed door in disbelief, "It's unreasonable. That's fine, how dare you laugh at my age? Where did she, a 70-[-]-year-old woman, get the confidence to show off her age? This kind of thing?"

"So you mean you know where the locket is?" Amidst the noise, Moody was whispering to Harry and the others.

"Yes, we... well, happened to find the name RAB upstairs, and we thought that person might be Sirius' younger brother, Regulus, so we asked Kreacher to confirm our guess. But Kreacher Che says the locket has been stolen by Mundungus," Hermione explained.

"Then you should go to Mundungus and get that locket back," said Moody. "He's not a member of the Ministry, so I don't see him much, but he always comes to Grimaud's regularly." Square, I think you are more convenient."

"Yes, we went to him." Harry said grimly, "but—"

Moody's face darkened.

"The locket has been confiscated."

Moody made a regretful voice: "Who confiscated it?"

"Umbridge, so we wanted to ask if you could help us break into the Ministry of Magic—"

"No, we wanted to ask if you could help us get that locket?" Hermione interrupted hastily.

"What are you talking about, Hermione? We've had a lot of trouble with Professor Moody, and—"

"Yes, but isn't it more convenient for Professor Moody to see Umbridge than us?" Hermione interrupted Harry again, looking at Moody, "We trust you, Professor Moody."

"..."

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