[hp] stay out of it

Kerry didn't come back for a long time.

Sirius kept calling its name around the house until his tongue was tied, but the elf didn't show up.

"I can't believe I stumbled on a house-elf - that locket must be something special," Sirius ruffled his hair, looking rather upset, "Kritchie And just vanished—a direct, determined disobedience to his master's orders. I've never heard of house-elves resisting orders to such an extent!"

"I think you'll have to repeat the necessary order again and again, Sirius, to prevent leaks." Lupine's face was also a little gloomy, and he said, "We have never avoided it when we discussed things this month. Yes. It chose not to come back, but it can certainly hear your order."

Frowning, Sirius walked up and down the wooden floor thickly covered with wall muck, muttering a long list of well-thought-out, airtight orders, but none of us were sure that Krichet It will obey—since it can escape and refuse to come back, then it might be more ruthless and refuse one more order, then the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix will basically be lost.

And that locket...

I have one more thing to worry about, and that's the Slytherin locket that looks like a Horcrux—Merlin bless me, I hope nothing goes wrong here, a small half of Harry's out-of-school career is three years later It revolves around this.If the locket isn't in place right now...

Oh hell.I thought the exoneration of Sirius was the limit of the chaos.Unexpectedly, the locket and the elf are almost lost now.

Locket!

Maybe I shouldn't just stand there stupidly, just grab it?

Oh oh oh damn plot change.

……

When it was almost lunch time, we temporarily gave up waiting in the living room for Klicher who would "change his mind" and reappear. By the way, we also studied the small black room where I was locked up in the house when I first came.

"This is a confinement room." Sirius narrowed his eyes: "I remember my dear grandfather told us that he was punished to stand in it for a day. Later, this method of physical punishment was abandoned because it was too rough—— They are more prone to mental punishment and abuse."

"Living with a bunch of vaunted pure-bloods is like going to jail—even in Azkaban." He waved his wand, causing many red bricks to shake the small The confinement room was built tightly.

We turned on the radio at lunch, and it turned out that a station that usually only broadcast some domestic news that was bland and better than nothing turned up talking about France—a recent buzz.

"...the matter was suppressed in secret instead of being made public. Until now, a day and a month later, the relevant personnel could not resist the pressure and finally moved the case up, and this matter came into the public eye.

"Explosive news about Boyle's house, one of the well-known pure-blood families in France. On the 23rd of last month, an intruder broke into the heavily guarded Boyle mansion to steal. According to on-site analysis, the thief was killed by the owner Richard. Saw him, killed him, injured himself, and had Douglas Boyle, better known as Helen's husband, appearing two hours later in his bed with a romantic porn star.

"The Boyle family published a list of the stolen items, promised a lot of money, and hoped that those in the know could provide clues: The mirror (Themirror) - which was once used to reproduce the precious porcelain stone, is now divided by the porcelain stone that no longer exists. Worthless; a long box, as wide and high as a wand-box, and one-third as long, with the Boyle arms upon the parcel, to signify that it is a well-won spoil."

I stopped eating, hesitated for a moment, reached into my pocket and took out the kraft paper wrapped in the box that Bruce returned to me, and then carefully looked at the Boyle family crest that I didn't look at in the morning.

There's a little word on it: Loot.Clearly indicate the nature of what the package once contained.

Lupine and Sirius looked over, and their eyes fell on the ornamentation on the brown paper in my hand.

"The following broadcasts the event link, since that unscrupulous witch 17 years ago..." The voice of the announcer spread across the silent desktop.

"Someone brought it to me this morning," I explained, and then I saw the two of them relieved a little - always worried that the brat next to him was a psycho killer, and had to be careful not to hurt the brat's self-esteem I must feel very tired.

"Who?"

I paused and told them it was Bruce.We saw him being led into Beauxbaton's carriage on the night of the incident, and I remember that, but I didn't say it.

Lupine and Sirius looked at each other, and I refilled my drink and said, "I don't know him at all, and I don't know him very well."

Sirius then commented: "He does have a motive."

I also thought of Elaine's anxiety and reluctance to speak after Bruce suddenly left Hogwarts.Now it seems that she probably knows roughly what Bruce wants to do.

The question is, as I twirled the fork in my hand, did he go on a special trip to kill someone and help me get back the crystal box, or was it the other way around?

Or kill two birds with one stone?

Also, what's the point of venturing close to the master's study to steal the mirror that's been guarded by spells?

I took out the crystal box from my bag and paid attention to the expression of Sirius, and found that he did not recognize this thing. On that night, the only night between him and Helen, it was placed above the fireplace, and they used magic together. shot down.I didn't try to bring up this memory of his. Seeing that he didn't think about it and didn't talk too much, I took out the glass bottle containing Helen's memory from the crystal case and explained to them that it was Helen's memory. Rubbing the mouth of the bottle - last time I was dragged out by Malfoy overnight before I finished watching the passion between her and Sirius, and I didn't know what the memory behind it said.

"Vincent," Sirius called me out of my trance, "it's Christmas Eve, so stop thinking about the crazy stuff—maybe we can decorate the Christmas tree after we're done eating?"

"Where are you going to put the tree?" Lupine interrupted suddenly.

"Of course it's in the living room, where else... oh no, I realize, we have to clean up the living room where a wall was blown off before we can get the Christmas tree - by the way, that's not a reproach, Wen Sente, you can blow up this house as you like!" Sirius happily added.

I am a peaceful person.I said silently.

It is not difficult for a wizard to get a nice, dense pine tree, and decorating it is not a big problem.After a relaxed meal, we, who still didn't see Kerry, fell into a state of upset again.Then I kept this mentality to decorate the foreign pine tree, lazily hanging the decorations on it one by one.

Then we found ourselves in yet another difficult situation.

It started with a reminder from a blank picture frame thrown in the corner of the hallway that it sounded like Dumbledore and an unpleasant guest were coming and we had to get ready.

What preparations can a wizard make, welcome or guard, a wand can do anything - as long as your wand isn't burned by some demented house-elf.

Five minutes later, there was some knocking at the front door, presumably Headmaster Dumbledore had arrived.

"Apparation?" Lupine muttered a little strangely.Because if Hogwarts wants to apparate here, they have to walk out of the Hogwarts area first, which is much more troublesome than the Floo network.

Descending the stairs, we heard the headmaster's steady voice warn, "Don't make any noise." Then his companion asked loudly and defiantly, "Why?"

Then Mrs. Black screamed loudly and offered to answer the man's question.

I walked outside the hall, and the visitor at the door suddenly burst out when he saw me: "You!"

"Me? What?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at him carefully. My memory told me that neither I nor Vincent had ever met this guy before.

And the man obviously knew me, he quickly drew his wand and jinxed me.I noticed he was using French magic.

I moved away quickly, and the curse passed over my cheek, a burning sensation.

"You are the son of that lunatic!" The visitor shouted excitedly and disgustedly: "Oh, look at your disgusting smiling faces that are exactly the same.

I don't think so, my appearance has changed, but my personal habits remain.I'm not really Vincent, how could I smile like Helen?I observed this stranger, his eyes were weak, his hands trembling, a typical hysterical guy.

"Who is he?" Sirius responded with a curse immediately after he chanted the curse, and was resisted by Dumbledore's defensive magic.Now Sirius pointed his wand warily at the stranger (who was staring at me), and said; "Why did you invite such a suspicious fellow?"

Dumbledore glanced coldly at the person he had brought in, and only then did we realize that he seemed to be guarding and guarding this guy.The headmaster nodded at us and said, "I'm sorry to bother you this day... and, Sirius, this is your house, and I apologize for my recklessness. I have to remind you that this man captured two Hogwarts. Ci's students, request..."

"I want you to die!" the man yelled and interjected, waving his wand at the same time, and was about to charge up again, this time it was Dumbledore who shot, he raised his wand and waved, and then it seemed like a big invisible hand appeared, He dragged the stubble-faced middle-aged man back to the hall.

This guy is obviously against us, what is Dumbledore up to?

"I don't know you." I met the man's bloodshot eyes, and I didn't feel cold at all about the eyes full of hatred, but felt a little annoyed.

Sirius was standing in front of me with his wand, blocking me. I was holding a little angel in my hand that was going to be hung on the top of the tree. I stuck out half of my head and said to the other party: "Hey, people who trouble people are very annoying. , I don’t know if you are aware of this.”

Everyone hates trouble.

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==I fell asleep twice in the middle, please ignore any logical problems.

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Also, if you don't get many replies, you can't find the locket if you are happy.hum~