[HP] Dali's Bread

"So, Voldemort divided his soul into six pieces to make a Horcrux, one of which is Slytherin's locket?" After a full meal, Dali listened carefully to Hermione's explanation.

"That's right, but the locket that Harry went to get that day was fake." Hermione analyzed, "Voldemort mentioned the Black ancestral house, so the locket must be related to the Black family."

At this time, everyone turned their attention to Sirius again. As an alternative Gryffindor of the Slytherin family, he said innocently: "Don't look at me, there are quite a lot of things in my house from the fifteenth century, but Slytherin There are none left, why don't you go and ask my dear mother?"

"This method is indeed feasible, but how can we let her speak normal things besides cursing?"

"Let Draco ask." Dali raised her hand to answer Teacher Hermione's question.

Draco, who was called by name, was a little uncomfortable, "Why did you ask me to ask that old woman?"

"No one is more suitable than you!" Dali clasped her hands, "Then you can see who else is there?"

Draco glanced at the others, and it was true—Mudblood, Squib offspring, pure-blood scum, family rebel, half-blood Gryffindor, and the Malfoy family who were related to Black were the best choices.

"Put down your contemptuous eyes, boy, you are too obvious!" Sirius raised his decibel, and said to Dali: "Do you like rich pure blood? I will introduce it to you later, I I know a lot!"

"Really?" Dali looked interested, "But you have been in Azkaban for more than ten years!"

"I was also very popular more than ten years ago. Don't believe it. If I get cleared of the crime, I can walk around in a fair manner. What do you like?"

Draco was furious, secretly cursing Dursley for eating inside and outside all the time.

"I like......"

"I'll go, I'll ask!" Draco didn't want to hear any more, stood up and went downstairs, and used his wand to pull away the curtain full of bug eyes in disgust, and the others followed him and hid aside to listen.

"Hello, Mrs. Black." Draco couldn't remember whether he had met this Black when he was a child, but judging from her expression, the general relationship was not too bad.

"Oh? You are...Draco?" Madam Black was very surprised, "Son of Sissy, I still have a photo of Bella and Sissy, have you seen it?"

"I think I see it, ma'am." Draco lied, telling her about some unreal future in the family.In fact, Black and Malfoy are at the critical point of destruction or eternal glory. Draco tried to speak as high as possible, which made Mrs. Black very happy. : "Mrs. Black, the real era of wizards is coming, and the "Secrecy Act" may have long been a piece of waste paper... We should not continue to hide, consolidate the glory of pure blood, and expel those unnecessary People who study magic, ruling Muggles is what we people with surnames do, it's up to us to tell them what to do...I think that's what I'm here for, Lady Black, you know what's on my mind Vision, I want to borrow something from you... the locket left by the great Mr. Slytherin."

Dali felt that if Mrs. Black hadn't been turned into a portrait, she would have hugged Draco excitedly.They were expecting Mrs. Black to talk about the locket, but they didn't expect—

"Draco, Sissy's child, if I could have it, I would definitely give it to you, but the Black family doesn't have this thing." Mrs. Black shook her head, and the oil paint on the portrait seemed to have faded a bit. .

"But—" Draco was at a loss for words, "Then do you know where it is?"

"I don't know. The Slytherins will pass on the treasure, but—"

"I see, thank you." Draco raised his wand at the portrait, the curtain closed, and Mrs. Black stopped talking.

"You really didn't wait for my dear mother to finish speaking?" Sirius laughed. "In the past few years, she finally saw how excited she was when she saw a serious pure-blood."

"No need, your family doesn't have this thing, I'm thinking, maybe someone in your family who is close to the Dark Lord has touched that thing." Draco speculated.

"Don't tell me, there is such a person, my stupid brother, who joined the Death Eaters when he was young, and then got scared and was killed by Voldemort." He turned his head and walked up the stairs, "You and I Come."

They climbed all the way to the top of the stairs, and there were only two doors, the one facing them had a sign that said Sirius, and the other door had a small sign with deep scratches in the paint underneath. .This is a very stylish little sign, with fortified handwritten letters, the exact opposite of Sirius' style:

without my express permission

No Entry

Regulus Arcturus Black

"RAB!" the three Gryffindors yelled at the same time.

"Huh? You know him?" Sirius looked blank.

"Fake locket!" Hermione slapped her forehead excitedly, "That's right! If he is a Death Eater, he can contact Voldemort. If he repents later, he may defeat Voldemort!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Dali was even more confused, "Is there anyone here to explain to me?"

"There's a note in the fake locket, it was so urgent, we completely forgot to say-" Harry was not in a good mood when he got the fake locket, Dumbledore's death, Snape's The betrayal, the kidnapping of Dali's bothering him so much that he didn't have time to think about the name RAB, he only shared it with Hermione and Ron, and over time he almost forgot it wasn't just a brainstorm between the three of them up.

"So you all know a crucial clue but hide it, and insist on instructing me to flatter Mrs. Black first?" Draco said through gritted teeth, "I forgot to say, do you really want to do something seriously? ?”

"I'm more serious than you!" Harry glared at Draco angrily.

"Okay!" said the two girls present at the same time, pulling them a short distance away.Sirius ignored the two of them, curiosity took over everything, he raised his wand and cast a spell on Regulus' door, the door was opened - several people stepped across the threshold and looked around, Regulus Her bedroom was a little smaller than Sirius's, but it felt just as opulent as before.Whereas Sirius wanted to appear different from the rest of the family, Regulus emphasized the exact opposite.Slytherin silver and green are everywhere, covering beds, walls and windows.The Blake family crest and the motto of eternal purity are carefully depicted on the headboard of the bed, and there are many yellowed newspaper clippings glued into an irregular collage.

"It's all about Voldemort," said Hermione, flipping through the collages. "It seems Regulus became a Death Eater after a few years of being an admirer..."

A little puff of dust rose from the coverlet as she sat down to read the clippings.Harry noticed a photograph of a Hogwarts Quidditch team smiling and waving in a frame.He got closer and saw the snake pattern on the player's chest, it was the Slytherin team.

Ron got on his knees and looked under the wardrobe.Harry looked for a possible hiding place and walked over to the table.

Draco has been cleaning it with a new one. He has had enough of the dusty smell of Black's ancestral house, but Regulus' room is even more dusty.

"Someone searched this place not long ago." Draco pointed to the open drawer, and there was nothing of value in it, old quills, old textbooks that looked rudely flipped, and a not long ago Broken ink bottles, sticky ink stained all over the drawer. "Slytherin's locket is coming!" There was no movement, and everyone looked disappointed.

"Then it's over? Not here?" Sirius was a little anxious, he wanted to know the relationship between Regulus and the locket, "What did he do in the fake one?"

"A note, I've got it." Hermione took the fake out of her pearl chain pouch and handed it to Sirius.

He turned the locket upside down, and it was a bit crudely made, it looked small and lacked the patterned logo and the fancy Slytherin "S" mark.Also, there was nothing inside but a folded piece of parchment tucked tightly in place of the portrait.

He mechanically took out the piece of parchment, opened it and read it silently.

When Sirius looked at the note, his expression didn't fluctuate a lot, he was even expressionless, he just looked at it without saying anything.

"Oh, it's probably still here, but it's under the Resistance Curse," Hermione said encouragingly to the others without waiting for Sirius to respond, "to prevent it from being summoned by the spell, you know."

"Like what Voldemort did to the stone basin in the cave." Harry remembered his inability to summon the fake locket.

"Then how are we going to find it?"

"Search by hand."

"Good idea." Ron rolled his eyes and continued to check his drapes.

Of course Dali and Draco didn't join in their rummaging.Instead, he leaned over to look at the fake pendant box and Sirius who was throwing the note with his hands.

"You have a bad relationship with him?" Dali asked Sirius with her head tilted.

"Needless to say, a well-behaved Slytherin student, a Gryffindor who ran away at the age of 16 with a family outlier, we hardly spoke for a few years at that time." Sirius smiled bitterly, this is his Finally got my first expression.

"Maybe you are the same kind of people. I never agree that people use colleges to distinguish people's qualities." Dali pointed to the words on the parchment, "I think he is very brave, we are just very shrewd, he didn't tell anyone Huh? That's great."

"I never thought it would be like this, never." Sirius sighed, his voice hoarse.

"It's not too late to know now, is it?" Dali smiled, but was interrupted by Hermione, "Don't just smile there, come over and help!"

"It's too dirty!" Dali screamed strangely.

"I'll do it." Sirius put the parchment back into the locket, but instead of returning it to Hermione, put it back in his pocket.

So they spent more than an hour searching every inch of the house, and were finally forced to conclude that the locket was not here.

"It doesn't matter, at least we know who took it!" Hermione was still cheering everyone up, "And now Voldemort doesn't know where it is, which is very good for us, I guess it's still in this house, Do you remember? Ron was almost strangled by those organs! Right! We might as well ask the person who has been in this house for the longest time now! Kreacher!"

"You're amazing Hermione!" Ron boasted immediately, and gave Darley a provocative look.

Dali rolled her eyes, "What's the big deal, isn't it? Draco."

"Stop these boring comparisons, please?" Draco also rolled his eyes.

"Kreacher's sleeping in the kitchen, come on." Sirius led them downstairs, and she screamed again as they passed Mrs. Black's portrait, and they went down even faster, slamming the door behind them once they were in the kitchen .

"Kreacher!" Sirius roared.

With a pop, Sirius' house-elf reluctantly appeared.He stood in front of the cold, empty fireplace: thin and thin, only half the height of a man, with pale skin hanging down in folds, and a mass of white hair protruding from his bat-like ears.He was still wearing the dirty rag Harry had worn when they first met him.

"Master," Kreacher said hoarsely in his bullfrog voice, bowed low, and muttered to his head and knees, "back to my mistress's old house, and bring these scumbags and, Master Malfoy, you- —”

"I forbid you to say the word 'scum' again!" he growled, and Kreacher grumbled "Yes, Master" reluctantly.

"I have something to ask you, and I order you to answer truthfully, understand?"

"Yes, master." Kreacher bowed again.But his lips moved soundlessly, no doubt muttering the insulting words that were now forbidden to him.

"Have you ever seen Slytherin's locket?"

"I have seen."

There was joy on everyone's face.

"Where is it now?" Harry asked cheerfully.

Kreacher closed his eyes and didn't answer his question.

"Harry's order is my order, and you have to answer him now!" Sirius said rudely, pulling out a chair and sitting at the table.

"Gone."

"It's gone?" Harry cried out, his joy drained all of a sudden, "What did you say, the locket is gone?"

The elf shivered and wobbled.

"Mundungus Fletcher!" hissed the elf, eyes still shut, "Mundungus Fletcher stole it all: pictures of Miss Bella and Miss Sissy, my mistress Gloves, Order of Merlin [-]st Class, goblets with family crests, and, and—”

Kreacher gasped, his shriveled chest heaving violently, and then he opened his eyes and let out a blood-curdling scream.

"—and the locket, Master Regulus' locket, Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to carry out the master's order!"

Harry reacted instinctively: as Kreacher charged at the poker standing by the fire, he threw himself on the elf, pinning him down.Hermione's screams were mixed with Kreacher's cries, and Dali was a little stunned by this scene, she almost thought that she was about to see some bloody scene again, she shrank subconsciously towards Draco, and Draco wrapped his arms around her waist, but both he and Sirius were used to this scene, as if people of their origin didn't care if the house-elf lived or died.

But Harry's roar was very loud: "Kreacher, don't move anymore!"

The elf froze before letting go.Kreacher lay upright on the cold stone floor, tears pouring from his sunken eye sockets.

"Kreacher saw it!" cried the elf, tears streaming down his long nose into his grinning mouth, where a set of gray teeth could be seen, "Kreacher saw him coming from Kreacher's cupboard. Come out full of Kreacher's treasures, and Kreacher tells the thief to stop, but Mundungus Fletcher laughs and runs--runs..."

"You said the locket was 'Master Regulus'," said Harry. "Why? Where did it come from? What did Regulus have to do with it? Kreacher, sit up and tell me you Everything you know about that locket, and Regulus' relationship with it!"

The elf sat up, curled up in a ball, clamped his wet face between his knees, and began to rock back and forth.When he spoke, his voice was low and muffled, but he could be heard quite clearly in the quiet, echoing kitchen.

"Master Sirius has escaped, and it is good that he is gone, for he is a bad boy (as Sirius was tapping his fingers impatiently on the table), and his unruly behavior has made my mistress heartbroken. But Master Regulus has self-respect, he knows what the name Black and his blood mean. For many years he has often talked about the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord who wants wizards to stop hiding and come out to rule Muggles And the descendants of Muggles... Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord's organization when he was 16 years old, he was so proud, so proud, so happy, to be able to serve in..."

"A year later, one day, Master Regulus came to see Kreacher in the kitchen. Master Regulus has always liked Kreacher. Master Regulus said...he said..."

The old elf shook faster.

"...he said the Dark Lord wanted a elf."

Kreacher recounts the story of Regulus in detail, from his belief in Voldemort until he sees through his purpose.Voldemort never cared about the life and death of a "lower creature", he never saw their excellence.

They even seemed to be able to see the scene - Voldemort's pale snake face disappearing into the darkness, his red eyes staring grimly at the writhing elf in pain.The elf would die in a few minutes, when he couldn't resist the extreme thirst caused by the potion's heartburn...

"But Master Regulus said he wanted Kreacher to go home." Kreacher's eyes were filled with tears, he was just a house elf, and whoever treated him well would carry out his beliefs.

Regulus gave up following Voldemort and came to the cave with Kreacher again, but this time he drank the potion and fell to the bottom of the lake forever.

I'd risk my life for you to meet a mortal of flesh and blood when you hit your opponent.

After listening to Kreacher's narration, no one spoke, especially Sirius, only his hand on the table made a rattling sound.

"This is for you." Sirius threw the fake locket in his pocket to Kreacher, "This is Regulus's, here it is for you."

Kreacher, knee-weak with excitement at being able to get a Black family relic, finally bowed to them and accepted his next task, taking Mundungus Fry to Grimmauld Place.

The fate of each person in the Black family is different, Sirius for the unwavering friendship, Andromeda for the faithful love, Bella for the arrogant belief, Narcissa for the blood relatives, Regulus For the sake of eternal pure persistence, they chose their own paths to go forward alone, and finally came to the same goal by different routes.

They adorn the night sky in the name of the stars, and fall from the darkness in fiery white light.

The author has something to say:

The stars are their names, and the black is their curtain.

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