HP Cronos

The Black family obviously does not have a policy of preferential treatment of prisoners. Nora is still tied up, sleeping like this all night with her face pressed against the carpet.

Regulus Black suddenly offered to cooperate with her, but he still refused to let her go.He took her to his room and left her casually in the corner.And he himself disappeared again.

The room was covered with photographs and newspaper clippings, and Nora glanced at it hastily and froze.

The black and white Tom Riddle in the newspaper is staring around.The large headline read: The Return of the Slytherins - Pure Blood Gospel or Wizarding Disaster.

There are also many other photos and reports, such as "the light of hope in the wizarding world" and "the rise of the dark lord" and other unconscionable slogans.

It's not a good feeling to be stared at by the Dark Lord all over the wall, and it's lucky that Black can sleep peacefully in this room.

Nora didn't quite know his intentions.He was obviously a Death Eater, born in the most blood-respecting Black family, probably a Slytherin, and a fanatical admirer with Tom Riddle photos plastered all over his room.But he didn't give her to the Death Eaters or Voldemort.

When Nora was lying on the floor thinking, she heard Mrs. Black's screams that pierced the eardrums next door, which made people's brain ache.But this time no one responded to her, which wasn't like the house-elf.Nora longed for the little elf named Kreacher to come and save her ears.

Kreacher rarely goes out with his master.Most of the time, he will go out alone to buy necessary items, clean the room when the master leaves the house, and prepare exquisite dishes for their return.

But this time Master Regulus took him with him when he went out, and Kreacher felt flattered, and he tidied up the pillowcase he was wearing over and over again, trying to make it look less messy.

As a good house-elf, he certainly wouldn't be rude enough to ask where the trip was going.But Master Regulus's gloomy face made him very worried.

"Kreacher, do you know where I'm sending you?" Regulus asked suddenly.

The elf shook his head: "Kreacher doesn't know."

"I'm taking you to the Dark Lord," Regulus said. "The lord needs a house-elf, and I volunteered to offer you. It's my honor and yours, our family's honor, you understand Is it?"

The elf nodded desperately, his voice trembling with excitement: "Kreacher understands."

For some reason, the face of the master turned even worse: "Come home after completing the task of the Dark Lord, I will wait for you at home."

"Yes, sir."

"Kreacher," Regulus asked it abruptly, "how old are you?"

"Kreacher doesn't know, master, but Kreacher once served Master Arcturus and Lady Lysandra, and I took care of Master Orion when he was a child, when Kreacher's mother was still there. But you were born She died shortly after."

"Sorry." Regulus said softly.

Kreacher showed a terrified expression: "You don't need to apologize to Kreacher, Master Regulus. Kreacher is not worthy of you..."

Regulus stopped suddenly, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"Master?" Kreacher asked cautiously.

"Let's go back, Kreacher."

The elf never asked "why", he replied respectfully: "Yes, master."

After half an hour of cursing and screaming, Mrs. Black stopped. Nora leaned against the wall boredly and scanned the faces of Tom Riddle one after another.I fell asleep in a trance.

She dreamed that she had received a rose.

She found it on the skirt after the Yule Ball.

She remembered what Tom had whispered in her ear when he danced with his arms around her: "Rose Videtur."

It is just an ordinary rose, which can be picked everywhere in rose bushes, with a little magic to keep it blooming forever.Cheap and affordable.

That person never gave a gift.Perhaps it seemed to him a very foolish thing to send presents in parcels around the holidays.

But he gave it anyway.Quietly pinned to her skirt.

She smirked at the rose from her canopied bed in Gryffindor Tower.The girl who got out of bed couldn't stand it anymore, she said, "Nora, you look like a big fool in love now."

This title made her unable to refute.

Nora opened her eyes, and what she saw was a pair of black leather shoes. Along the uppers, there was a black wizard's robe, and then she saw the face of Regulus Black.

"Hi," said Nora.

"I think we should have a good talk," Regulus said.

"Is there anything important enough to call me here at this time, Dumbledore?" Sirius asked Dumbledore who was sitting opposite.Members of the Order of the Phoenix suffered heavy casualties recently, and the old headmaster's unfathomable appearance made him a little impatient.

"I have a request, Sirius," said Dumbledore.

Sirius Black raised an eyebrow.

"I need you to go to Black's old house."

"I think you should know that I have been expelled from the family long ago, and I cannot enter that house."

"You haven't tried," said Dumbledore mildly, "but my guess is that, as one of the only two sons of this generation of the Black family, you still have the right to enter that house."

"You must be joking," said Sirius. "You know my brother is a devoted Death Eater who worshiped You-Know-Who when he was at Hogwarts. And the husbands of my two cousins... …now it’s probably a Death Eater stronghold. They’re excited to throw the Unforgivable Curses on me when I show up.”

"Phoenixis didn't see any Death Eaters there except Regulus." Dumbledore said calmly, "You know that your brother values ​​the honor of the family, so he will not allow others to defile Black. .”

"If there's any honor to the Black family," Sirius sneered, "I know he's a good Black. So what? Everyone in that room would love to sell me to Voldemort for his favor. "

"I need you to find someone."

"Looking for someone?" Sirius frowned. "In Black's old house?"

"A woman," said Dumbledore. "If I remember correctly, her name was Nora, Norah Gray."

"You mean, these things were once his Horcruxes." Regulus confirmed.Spread out on the table in front of him was an old diary, an ugly black ring, a rusty crown, and a gold goblet with a miserable description.On the other side, put these ordinary items, such as a magic weapon, the "Theoretical Research and Practice of Time Magic" borrowed from the Hogwarts main area, and the photo of Harry Potter that Dumbledore gave her , the donkey skin bag from Hagrid, the bird-shaped earrings that have lost their magic power from Riddle, and a stack of Muggle currency printed more than ten years later, you can go to Knockturn Alley to set up a vendor selling magic items.

"You found all of these?" Regulus asked suspiciously.

"Yes." Nora nodded, "How to find it is a long story."

"You called that man 'Tom Riddle.'"

"He still called him that name when we met." Nora shrugged.

"As far as I know, he used that name decades ago."

"I've known him since he was six," Nora said.

"But you're only 17 years old. The time-turner can't span too much time. Most time travel can only go forward or backward a few hours."

"There is a lot of unexplainable magic in this world." Nora said, "it's better to say that magic itself is unexplainable. Anyway, I was studying at Hogwarts not long ago, and suddenly I was told that Tom In the future, Riddle will become a villain who will do all kinds of evil to harm the wizarding world, and the only way to stop him is to destroy all his horcruxes."

"When did you destroy these things?" Regulus pressed on, "Could it be that you found them all by yourself and destroyed them?"

"I said it was a long story."

"I need to understand."

"I have experienced more than one time travel." Nora said, "some happened in the past, some in the future. To some extent, I can predict the future."

Then there is a long story.

After officially forming an alliance with Regulus, Nora was finally released and had her own room.

"This used to be my brother's room," Regulus told her.

From the Gryffindor gold and red everywhere in the room, it could be seen that his brother couldn't be called a typical Blake.Nora learned his name from the sign on the door - Sirius Black.

The room is generally grand and old, with high windows, thick velvet curtains, a large wooden bed with carved patterns, chandeliers, and gorgeous candlesticks.Provided you don't look at the motorcycle posters and sexy bikini girls on the wall.

It's just too personal.Nora gave a thumbs up in her heart to the Sirius Black whom she had never met before.

The original owner of the room obviously left in a hurry and left a lot of things behind.Nora found a photo of four Gryffindor boys with very different styles, shoulder to shoulder.Among them was a boy with black hair and black eyes, who looked a bit like Regulus, and Nora guessed that he was probably Sirius Black.And another boy wearing glasses, who looks exactly like Harry Potter except for his eyes, is Potter's father in comparison.

Anyway, facing the bikini girl was better than facing the wall of Voldemort, and she could finally sleep in bed.

Kreacher obeyed Regulus.Since the owner asked her to be a guest, the house-elf immediately showed perfect manners and superb cooking skills.His cream of onion soup was the best onion she had ever eaten in her life.

Nora is ready for a long fight at Black's old house.

As for Mrs. Black, Nora told her that she was the great-granddaughter of Ulysses Freeway (it's hard for her to remember the identity Tom Riddle made up for her), a pure-blood wizard, and Hussey. The family is very close.He even did not hesitate to pass on the imperial decree of the Dark Lord, claiming to be a special commissioner sent by the Dark Lord to develop his power abroad, and he just returned to China recently.

Anyway, the old lady hadn't been out for many years, and no one could find anyone to check, which gave Nora room to give full play.

"Frivey..." Mrs. Black's stinky face suddenly softened, "Oh, I did hear that he had a daughter. One of the few remaining Parseltongues..."

"Parseltongue has been lost in my generation." Nora quickly added.

Mrs. Black drew a long face, looking very disappointed.She probably thought a Parseltongue would get the Dark Lord's attention.But as far as Nora knew, Tom Riddle would just relentlessly get rid of other Parseltongues—he needed to be unique.

Then Mrs. Black asked about the Hussey family.

"Yes, I knew Elaine Hussey, never married... great botanist... many people courted her, but she didn't accept any of them." Nora repeated what she heard from Leon Hussey news about Elaine.

"It's a pity my aunt isn't here," said Leon Hussey. "She's gone to South America for a rare plant. Sounds like you know her?"

"No." Nora shook her head then.I was relieved.

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