[hp] Black Dog Breeding Manual

Kreacher's voice was hoarse from crying, sobbing uncontrollably, and his voice sounded like he was trying to play a violin with rusty strings.

Sirius Black's expression looked very complicated, he was frowning tightly, and the expression in his dark gray eyes was unpredictable.He tried to keep his eyes on Kreacher for a little longer, although it made him uncomfortable.

Anaska glanced into the glass cabinet with trepidation, the golden locket was still lying there quietly, motionless.

Is this Voldemort's thing?

Anaska could hear her heart pounding faster in her chest.

When Voldemort was powerful in the past, her position in the Order of the Phoenix was very embarrassing and dispensable, and she couldn't do anything important, so she was almost isolated from the battlefield.This locket is the closest thing Anaska has come into contact with to the notorious devil.

In terms of appearance alone, compared with other crawling and jumping things in the cabinet, the locket is nothing more than normal. The golden shell is engraved with exquisite classical patterns, and it neither ran desperately out of the glass cabinet, nor No attempt to destroy other items, as mundane as a real locket made by Muggles.

However, the Dark Lord's stuff is not meant to be ordinary.

Not knowing whether it was due to psychological effects or the magic of the pendant itself, Anaska felt tight in her chest. She quickly looked away and returned her gaze to Kreacher.

The poor elf, he looked even thinner and haggard now knowing what he had been through.

If Anaska's politeness to Krich before was out of sympathy, habit and other purposes, then from this moment on, she really developed respect for the house elf in front of her.

Of course, more respect should be dedicated to Regulus Black.

The boy who handed Anaska the handkerchief at her saddest moment is no longer there, but his deeds are enough to deserve the title of "hero".

And Kreacher has shown an astonishing degree of loyalty that deserves credit for being a house-elf.

Anaska leaned down and hugged Kreacher, who was trembling from the memory of the past.

"You did a great job, Kreacher." Anaska praised Kreacher without hesitation, which was the most sincere time she praised Kreacher, "Exactly as Regulus told me, you are a loyal And brave elf."

Sirius said nothing sarcastic.

Judging by the look on his face, his opinion of Kreacher has probably shifted considerably in the past three or ten minutes.However, Sirius has long held a prejudice against Kreacher, so it is really difficult to show his change immediately and frankly.

Anaska kept bumping her arms at him.

Of course Sirius understood what Anaska's talking blue eyes wanted to express, and she clearly reminded him expectantly: "Can you say something too, Sirius."

Compliment Kreacher... Sirius never thought he would do this in his life, it seemed to be much more difficult than killing two hundred dementors at once.

"Okay..." His shoulders slumped and he sighed, as if compromising.

Anaska smiled happily.

Both of Sirius' hands were in his pockets, his clothes were baggy, he didn't dare to look at Kreacher, his eyes kept wandering, as if he didn't know where to land.

"You might... well done, Kreacher."

Sirius finally pulled the difficult words out of his mouth as he stared out the window.

Kreacher wiped away the tears that kept falling down and glared at him fiercely, "Kreacher doesn't need the praise of the ignorant Master Sirius, the mistress knows what to say."

"Hey, you bastard—" Sirius was annoyed.

Anaska did not miss Sirius Black's flushed cheeks, and besides, he was not really angry.

The current situation already gave Anaska an indescribable sense of satisfaction, and it was actually quite surprising that the grudges between Sirius and Kreacher could disappear to the current level in a moment.

The corners of her mouth curled up.

Before Sirius finished his angry words, Anaska stood on tiptoe and put her arms around his neck, kissed him, and successfully blocked his unspoken words in her throat.

It took them a moment to refocus on the locket.

Sirius took the gold locket out of the glass case, and to do so, he slapped aside the tweezers that had grown hairy legs and tried to pierce him, and stomped hard on it with his leather shoe.

"So, Regulus took this thing from Voldemort with all his might, didn't he?" Sirius weighed the locket in his hand, turned it over again, and tried to open it.

Can't open.

Sirius opened it very hard for a long time, but there was no improvement in opening the box at all.

Anaska took it from his hand and wiped it, and then she quickly realized that even Sirius's strength couldn't open it, and trying it with her little physical strength was a bit like a joke.

Put the locket back on to Sirius, Sirius knocked with his magic wand for a long time, tried almost all the spells that could be used to open things on the pendant, but the opening of the box was like a fake, No sign of opening.

"Have you left it for too long, and it's rusted inside?" Sirius smashed it hard on the floor, but it couldn't be opened, "Kreacher, have you ever opened this damn thing?"

"No, Kreacher didn't fulfill Master Regulus' order, Kreacher didn't destroy the locket... Kreacher couldn't even open the box!" Kreacher choked up, and he almost wanted to punish himself again, Anaska stopped him swiftly.

"Forget it, Sirius. It may not be a good thing to open it here... After all, it belongs to Vol... the Dark Lord." Anaska said in time after finding that Kreacher trembled when he heard Voldemort's name. Changed the name, "Besides, we don't know what it is, what if it explodes as soon as it is opened?"

Anaska looked warily at the box in Sirius' hand.

"That's right," Sirius stuffed the locket into his pocket casually. "We'll give it to Dumbledore. Dumbledore may know what to do."

A few hours later, Anaska sneaked into the headmaster's office at Hogwarts with a big black dog.

Without taking a moment to exchange pleasantries, Sirius reverted to human form, placed the locket on Albus Dumbledore's desk straight to the point, and explained the whole matter to him.

Dumbledore listened to them in silence, then took the locket with one wrinkled old hand, resting on his glasses with the other.He looked at the locket carefully, as if he didn't want to let go of a trace of grain on it.Dumbledore's expression was rarely serious, without any smile.

For six or seven minutes, Dumbledore focused all his attention on the locket and did not speak.Finally, he put the box back on the table.

"Sirius, Anaska," Dumbledore looked at them, his expression was the same as usual, gentle and kind, "I just don't know what to say to thank you, thank you for reminding me of my innocence for the first time. The old man who used it, this box is really important."

"What the hell is it?" asked Sirius.

"Very evil thing, I don't even know if I should say its name to pollute your ears. It just confirms all my previous guesses - Voldemort has not left. Or, he will definitely find a way to come back ! As long as this locket exists in the world, Voldemort will never truly die... Yes, Sirius, Anaska, this is a Horcrux."

Anaska had never heard of the name "Horcrux" before, she went to seek help from Sirius in a daze, but read from his eyes that he probably didn't know much more than she did.

"Don't worry, your reactions are normal, most honest wizards would not ask about such things. I'm ashamed, I know a little bit." Dumbledore folded his hands on his chest, "Horcruxes are bigger than what you know." Any magic item known is evil, infinite times more evil. Making Horcruxes...requires the sacrifice of life, that is, to kill! When a person kills another person, his soul is split, and that part is incomplete The soul of a human being is sealed in a vessel to form a Horcrux. Voldemort tried to live forever in this way. However, he never understood that it is never possible to truly surpass death by relying on crooked methods."

So, the locket in front of him turned out to be a part of Voldemort's soul?

Anaska shivered, thinking that she had touched this cold object just now, it was difficult to restrain the urge to wash her hands.

"Then, as long as this locket is destroyed, Voldemort will cease to exist, will it?" Anaska asked hopefully.

Destroying the locket is not as difficult as it sounds.Although she, Sirius, and Kreacher couldn't help it, they had Albus Dumbledore before them, the greatest, wisest, and most powerful wizard who ever lived, the only person Voldemort feared.Dumbledore is almost omnipotent, how could he not be able to deal with a mere locket.

"I hope so too, but unfortunately, based on what I know about the devil, it won't be so easy." Dumbledore shook his head, "He is an extremely cautious person, and he will not allow the slightest error to occur... …and he was far more evil than any Horcrux maker you could find. So - I really hope I'm wrong - Voldemort probably cut his soul into more than one piece, and made A lot of Horcruxes, just to...you know, to make his resurrection plan more secure."

Anaska gasped.

One horcrux to kill one person... Voldemort is like playing with a toy to kill as many innocent people as he likes...

Only a crazy person with an extremely cold heart and a complete abandonment of morality could do such a terrible thing.

"It will take a lot of time to find all the Horcruxes...but we can get rid of this one on the table first." Dumbledore changed his tone to a more relaxed tone, so as to dissipate the dull atmosphere, "Voldemort has already been torn apart in order to protect himself I'm afraid my soul has taken many measures, and it may be a bit difficult to destroy them... But I happen to have tools that can destroy them. Don't worry, I think I should still be able to solve this matter."

Dumbledore smiled and winked at them.

The author has something to say: == I can write such a big pile of trivial things about Mao Black's hometown...

At first, I made up my mind to write a chapter or two...

---

QAQ Calvary yesterday, I didn’t finish writing until four o’clock in the morning. Fortunately, the girl on the diagonally opposite bed was playing dramas, so I wasn’t lonely and cold alone.

Already so sleepy that the back of my head hurts OTL.

But that's not the worst...

The most sad thing is the lack of sleep and the pain in the head so that the author pinches the mobile phone to check the background over and over again during class, but he can't scan the comments.

_(:з」∠)_ Well, actually, I know that it was slower before, so I lost a lot of girls who follow the article.

Hmph, I don't feel distressed, I really don't feel distressed, do I look distressed? This is not tears on my face, but a cold in my eyes.

---

Hug the little angel who threw thunder yesterday! ! !

Whispering in the middle of the night without a big boss girl, you finally got rough again QAQ! ! !So excited to see you again! ! !

And Miss AncientSin threw me another mine! !It's been two days in a row, I'm so shy (*/ω＼*), huh! !