[HP] Similar but different

The question didn't bother Harry for long.It wasn't that he had guessed it, but because they were going to start school soon, everyone in the Order of the Phoenix had a lively dinner together.

When there are too many people, it is impossible to think about things quietly.Mrs. Weasley was still circling Ron with her excitement still; Hermione was pulling Lupine to discuss earnestly the similarities between house-elves and werewolves in protecting their due rights; and Moody gave Harry brought a group photo of the Order of the Phoenix from years ago.

There were many dead in it, including the Potters, of course; Pettigrew stood among them.

Harry didn't want to see the traitor who killed his parents at all, so he found an excuse to slip away.Before going upstairs, he saw Mundungus Fletcher at the bottom of the stairs, who was doing business with the twin brothers.He wasn't interested in the tentacle seeds, but he suddenly remembered what had happened in the morning.

After a while, George and Fred took away the dry and crackling black bean pods contentedly, and Mundungus lit the newly-acquired Galleons through the dim light streaming down the cracks in the stairs.Looking up again, he noticed that Harry hadn't left. "Why, you also want something that is hard to get?"

Harry shook his head, and moved closer to Mundungus. "What did you take from Kreacher?"

Mundungus' face froze instantly. "Sirius has warned me, and I promise him that there will be no next time," he said gruffly, "it's none of your business." He wanted to leave immediately, and the next moment he found that Harry had blocked his way. "you……"

"What did you take from Kreacher?" Harry repeated again.The conversation in the living room could be heard faintly in his ears, and he knew that Mundungus didn't dare to make a big deal out of it.And he has some vague guesses, he needs to be sure.

Mundungus realized, too, that he had to answer Harry's question. "Nothing," he said dryly, "just some trash you cleared out of the living room."

Harry shook his head again. "No," he said, "they're rubbish to Sirius, but not to you. Why don't you pick them up when they're in the living room?"

Mundungus choked for a moment. "Too many people there!" he raged. "Seriously, who would do that?"

But Harry wasn't going to let it go. "Even if what you said is true," he pressed on, "but why was it yesterday? We cleaned the living room more than half a month ago, why didn't you take it then?"

"Because I didn't know they were worth so much at the time!" Mundungus growled.His shoulders tightened, as if he was ready to push Harry aside at any moment, "I didn't know then if they were worth the risk!"

"You didn't know then?" Harry caught on sharply. "Who told you they were worth a lot? They've been sold, haven't they?"

Mundungus gasped.His eyes widened, as if he'd never really known Harry. "……how do you know?"

This response is equivalent to the default.Harry's heart began to beat faster, and he was eager to know the next answer: "What does that man look like? How did he tell you?"

"A man, tall and thin, in a black robe, with a hissing voice. The hood was pulled down so I couldn't see his face. I don't know who it is, there are a lot of weirdos in Knockturn Alley." Mundungus I had to confess honestly, "I'm selling a crucible, and he said that any ancient silverware is worth more than a hundred crucibles, so I was moved..."

These appearance characteristics and clothing descriptions can be completely matched with Voldemort...

"So you stole all the silver from Kreacher's locker," said Harry firmly, his voice soft but his heart beating faster.In fact, Mundungus stole more than silver, but it was clear that the man was targeting some silver. "What are there?"

"A silver cup, and some dusty silver boxes," Mundungus said.The longer he stayed, the easier it would be for others to spot him. He began to get impatient, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, but he had to hold back, "But not all of them are silver boxes...the inside of one head is made of gold."

"What's 'you look like'?" Harry pressed immediately.

Mundungus shrugged. "Because I can't open it." He saw that Harry's attitude was looser than before, he squeezed hastily, and slipped away from the gap between Harry's body and the wall.

Harry was still standing in the shadows under the stairs, his head spinning wildly.He remembered the box that couldn't be opened, because they passed it around, and no one could do anything about it.It is a round and narrow octagonal flat box with a long silver chain on the top. The inside looks like gold, with a circle of incomprehensible characters drawn, and a gorgeous S-shaped snake inlaid with emeralds in the middle...

It looked like a Slytherin thing, and it was a Slytherin thing; but that Slytherin was probably not some Black he'd thought, but Voldemort!

This was definitely a huge discovery, and Harry could hardly contain his excitement.He wanted to break the news to Ron and Hermione right away, but they were both still at the noisy dinner table.He had to go upstairs by himself, planning to wait until it was just the three of them.

Wanting to find something from the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort has indeed found the right person...

What the hell is that box?Why was Voldemort so happy to have it?

Also, why is Voldemort's stuff at 12 Grimmauld Place?Some Death Eater brought it in?

Harry's feet seemed to be glued to the stairs.The coincidence of the timing of Kreacher's cry and Voldemort's joy aroused his suspicions; he questioned Mundungus about this, but Mundungus could not conclusively prove that it was Voldemort who seduced him.

If you want to verify this, you can only ask Kreacher... He will go to Hogwarts tomorrow, and I am afraid that he will not have the opportunity to return to 12 Grimmauld Place until Christmas... He can't wait that long, Even with so many people in the...

Harry took a deep breath.He touched the wand in his sleeve, tiptoed downstairs again, and while no one was looking, he opened the door of the locker, stepped in and closed it immediately——

"All petrochemical!"

Kreacher was buried in a pile of blankets that were too dirty to see the color, and he was frozen the moment he heard the voice raised his head.

"Look, Kreacher, I'm sorry, but I have to," said Harry quickly.He was even more apologetic when he noticed that the house-elf's eyes were welling with tears. "Why are you crying?"

Kreacher obviously didn't buy it, because it started to stare at Harry with hatred.

Harry knew the elves didn't like him, but never had he been as embarrassed as he was now. "Okay, time is running out," he muttered, trying to strike a natural pose in the filthy cramped space, "I... just wanted to ask you, do you remember the time Mundungus took from you? Something gone? There's a big gold locket in there?"

The house-elf's eyes changed instantly.Old sorrows welled up again, along with some palpable doubts.

"You remember, don't you?" Harry asked again.He knew the house-elf couldn't answer him under the Petrification Charm, but he had to make sure it didn't make too much noise. "Do you know whose it is?"

The elf's eyes widened, and it began to rock back and forth slightly, as if it was about to hit something right away.

Harry was beginning to appreciate that his preventive work was effective and necessary. "It..." He lowered his voice, trying to continue, "Is it Voldemort's?"

Kreacher shook harder and harder, utter terror and disbelief on his face.

This was undoubtedly certain, and Harry's heart beat wildly. "Tell me all about it," he demanded quickly.But then he realized that he was not the master of Kreacher, and he had no right to ask it to do anything, so he quickly added: "In exchange, I also promise you one thing, okay?"

**

It was night, and a gloomy fortress stood under the dark night.Even though it was summer, the wind was cold and desolate, with a direct chill that even the trees and flowers could not resist.

A figure suddenly appeared at the edge of this barren land.Almost his whole body was hidden in the darkness, silently looking at the thick stone wall not far away.

The Dark Lord is back... The Dark Lord will not forget those who were loyal to him...

He muttered to himself, gripping his wand tightly.

On the stone wall, several dementors were wandering aimlessly.Suddenly, there was an unusual commotion in the fort.They were about to go down to find out what happened, but they seemed to have discovered something at the same time, and turned to the darkest direction in unison.

The figures slowly walked out of the shadows until they were all exposed to the sparse and dim starlight.Soon, he was only a stone's throw away from Azkaban.The dementors rose to alert and surrounded him in the center of the circle.

Voldemort was unmoved by this.Again, the dementors didn't dare approach him.He was sure of that, as sure as he was that no one knew and mastered the dark arts, and the power of darkness, better than he did - that's why he came here.

The commotion in the fort grew louder.Several people were calling frantically, and the name they said made the rest of the prisoners hide in a corner and tremble.Among those voices, a high-pitched female voice was particularly noticeable.

"Be quiet," said Voldemort, so softly that no one could hear them, but the commotion stopped immediately.

He raised his head again, looked around the dark circle of dementors in the sky, and suddenly smiled——he opened his arms, held up the yew wand, and the spell flowed out from his sharp lips—

Dark clouds rolled over in an instant, and the surroundings were so dark that he couldn't see his fingers; then the gust of wind followed, blowing up his thin black robe like a sail on the seashore; the sharp white lightning broke through the sky, illuminating the man who was still standing The man in black robe, the cruel smile on his face, and the prison guard who had already knelt on the ground beside him.

—they have mutinied.