I'm playing a big knife at HP

After the official document from the Ministry of Magic was officially issued, Marciana knew that Sirius Black had regained not only his freedom, but also a part of his property that had been sealed up because of the case, including one in Cumbria. County holiday cottages.

Sirius had a good impression of this villa, and told Harry that he would stay there with him for a while next summer after it was cleaned up. To Tonks, "Andromeda may remember it, the three sisters used to go there too."

Harry was looking forward to it, but before Dumbledore had time to assign him any tasks, Sirius led Kreacher, Harry, his children, and Marciana to Cumbria.Marciana was dragged over by them - she deeply suspected that Sirius had dragged her there because she was greedy for her skills and expected her to cook lunch.

It's a long way from London to Cumbria, but for wizards who can apparate, it's just a snap of their fingers.After arriving at their destination, Harry looked up: "Wow."

Ron: "Oh!"

Hermione: "Oh!"

Ginny: "Cool!"

The villa, or country house, was a pointed building with two floors and three wings.From the roof to the door to the window opening to the chimney, there is no part of this house that is not crooked, round and naive, as if it looked like a fairy tale cottage drawn by a child, with a naive look.

"You Blake's family actually has such a holiday cottage." Marciana wondered, "It's quite different from NO.12 in Grimmauld Place... the style is quite different."

"It was left to me by my uncle Alfard, who was very different from the rest of the family."

"I've come to like your Uncle Alphard," Marciana smiled, "he has really good taste."

Harry and the others were sent out to play.Marciana, Sirius and Kreacher started to tidy up the hut that had not been popular for more than ten years.The house looks harmless and even cute, but it's full of sinister spells and dark magic items.Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "Bellatrix must have done it. She was the last person to live in this cabin... She stayed here for a while before she got married."

Marciana carefully removed a doorknob that would start sucking life if touched (under the doorknob there was a circle of remains of birds, lizards and various bugs, evil): "We should put Alastor Call here, this is where he can show his talents."

Two wizards and an elf worked together, and after a day, the hut was finally tidied up to seventy to eighty percent.When Sirius walked into the guest room with a large box in his arms, Marciana was driving away an evil spirit hidden in a doll, and the evil spirit was struggling fiercely with a steak knife.Sirius greeted her: "Look, Kreacher found it, I think it's Bellatrix's. I don't know where Kreacher found it..."

Marciana grabbed the evil spirit by the back of the neck and dragged it away from the broken doll, and stuffed it into her pocket in a ball.Sirius put the box on the bed, and Marciana raised her wand and threw several detection spells, muttering, "I don't know what your cousin put in it, it feels very evil..."

She carefully undid more than a dozen protective spells before the box popped open with a creak.Neither of them reached for the contents with their hands.Sirius used the magic spell to float up to check one by one: "I don't know [-]% of these things."

"Let me see... the wishing monkey's paw... the statue of the evil god, I have seen this before, it can drive people crazy... half of the white mask, it seems to be made of Veela's skull... your cousin is serious enough... ...wow, look at this portrait." With her wand, she floated up a tattered oil painting of an extremely ugly, decrepit man in Victorian finery, with maggots dripping down his cheeks, almost A single blond hair hangs thinly around his head.That's all right, the most terrifying thing is that the muddy blue eyes of this rotten man are still rolling wildly.Marciana murmured, "It's so pitiful, there seems to be a soul locked in this portrait."

Sirius stretched out his head, frowned and looked at it: "It's all rotten like this, I can't recognize this face." He looked at the mottled red signature in the lower right corner of the portrait, "Buzz... Ho... what De?" He shrugged, "I don't know, let's see if Dumbledore can help. Uh, here is a key, I don't know what it is for, I don't want to touch it."

He hooked a small golden key with his wand and clicked it back.

Marciana said thoughtfully, "Tell me, would you mind if Dumbledore came to check the contents of this box?"

"What do I mind? I don't want any of Bellatrix's things, as long as they are far away from me and Harry." Sirius shrugged nonchalantly, "It's just Dumbledore Lido has been so busy recently that he may not have time to look at a bunch of dark magic items."

"That's hard to say." Marciana closed the box, raised her wand and released a Patronus, whispered a few words to it, and sent it away.

After a while, a silver phoenix came to her and disappeared after hovering for a week.

Marciana looked up: "Dumbledore is coming."

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the wooden house, and a tall old wizard stood outside the door.Dumbledore said straight to the point: "Siris, I want to ask you one thing - go out and find Harry and the others, and make sure they don't break in suddenly."

"No problem." Sirius nodded immediately, "I don't want my godson to be accidentally injured by these evil black magic items."

"Very good. Also, please help me keep it a secret from them. I don't want them to know that I have been here."

Sirius was a little confused, but he quickly agreed.

Dumbledore and Marciana looked at each other, and Marciana opened the box.Dumbledore looked through the various dark magic creations in the box, and asked slowly, "Martha, according to you, does Voldemort prefer Lucius Malfoy or Bellatrix Rice? Trange?"

Marciana knew exactly what he was thinking in her heart, and said carefully, "If you talk about Voldemort's mind, you and Severus know better. But if you talk about loyalty, ten Lucius tied together are not as good as one Bella." Trix, even I understand this, let alone Voldemort. Speaking of tricks, Lucius is of course cunning, but Bellatrix is ​​not a fool."

"That's right, Lucius Malfoy personally gave us a big gift, and although Bellatrix is ​​loyal, she can't change her bragging habits." Dumbledore smiled, " Ten years ago, Severus mentioned that she once showed off Voldemort's favor to her among the Death Eaters, saying that he entrusted her with the most important things for safekeeping. Since then, I have loved her a lot more Pay close attention, but unfortunately, nothing has been found.”

Marciana nodded: "I have searched this hut carefully and listened carefully. Although there are many black magic creations here, none of them are as evil as Horcruxes. If Bellatrix Lester Lan Qi really has one in her hand, so she didn't hide it here."

He lit the little golden key with his elder wand, and it jumped into his thin palm.He looked at the key and said softly: "You know, after the Lestranges were arrested, the Ministry of Magic searched the Lestrange Manor, broke open almost every brick and searched. They found Lestrange The key to the Strange vault, but the key to Bellatrix Lestrange's personal vault has never been found."

Day [-], London, Gringotts, Diagon Alley.

A goblin in a black velvet suit shrewdly looked at Albus Dumbledore and the black-haired, blue-eyed witch beside him: "None of you are Bellatrix Lestrange. "

"Of course, we all know that Mrs. Lestrange is in Azkaban, and she will never get out in this life." Dumbledore calmly handed over a golden key: "I have her key."

The goblin took the key with her long fingers and examined it carefully with a magnifying glass.

"Okay." He glanced at Dumbledore cautiously, "Come with me."

They got into the trolley and flew towards the depths of the earth.They swooped down almost vertically, Dumbledore's long white beard was blown up completely covering his face, and the white hair covered the face of Marciana sitting behind him.

The trolley stopped in front of a vault, and the goblin knocked on the vault door with a long finger, and a tiny keyhole appeared on the door.He put the key in and the door disappeared.

I saw that the door was stuffed from floor to ceiling with gold Galleons, the furs of all kinds of exotic animals, potions in vases, boxes of fist-sized gems overflowing, and radiant pearls rolling on the ground , the inestimable mithril-inlaid gold-thread crowns were randomly piled aside.

Stepping in, Dumbledore and Marciana both turned a blind eye to the astonishing wealth.

"Do you remember the memory we got from the elf Hokey?" Dumbledore whispered, "Do you remember the Hufflepuff Gold Cup?"

Marciana nodded.

"Besides, it could also be Ravenclaw's diadem. Others are possible." Dumbledore sighed.

They all knew what the golden cup looked like, and they had seen the crown on Rowena Ravenclaw's portrait, but there were various treasures in the treasury, the most of which were the golden cups with crowns of various colors, and the number was more than a hundred.

"Well, since I'm here, I have to help." Marciana also sighed, took a deep breath and closed her eyes.She let go of her perception.

"Ah!!" She screamed and covered her ears, and poked a skull wearing a crown with her toe bitterly.

"There are many black magic creations in this vault!"

Dumbledore also knew that [-]% of these splendid wealth were alchemy products, and many of them were dangerous.

With a wave of Marciana's wand, a hill of gold coins on one side parted like flowing water, revealing more gold and silver utensils buried underground.

"There are terrible things here." She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes again.In just two seconds, her forehead was covered with fine sweat.With a wave of her wand, a heap of gold vessels—two dozen similar-looking gold cups—jumped out and lined up in front of her.

Dumbledore stepped forward and squatted down to check: each of these gold cups exuded powerful waves of black magic, and at first glance they were equally evil, and each of them looked very similar to the Hufflepuff gold cups.He frowned, turned to see Marciana's pale face, and asked her gently, "Do you want to take a break?"

She shook her head, divided the gold cups into two equal piles with her wand, and closed her eyes.Then she pushed aside one pile, divided the pile in front of her into two equal piles, listened carefully, and pushed aside another pile.After doing this three or four times, she charmed one of them: "This one is more evil than all the others, and has a familiar smell of death."

Dumbledore smiled happily, put it in a cloth bag, and the two left without looking at the treasure behind them again.

An hour later, they returned to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, where Dumbledore split Hufflepuff's golden cup with his Gryffindor sword.

With the scream when the horcrux was annihilated, both of them breathed a sigh of relief: they found the right one, and one more horcrux was missing.Marciana murmured, "Snake, diary, locket, golden cup, we have already destroyed four Horcruxes... How many shares did that lunatic divide his soul into?" She shook her head and smiled, " But catching Wormtail is really worth it, if I had known this windfall, I would have been able to sneak in ten times without any problem."

"I do know that an old friend may know how many Horcruxes Voldemort has made, but there is no way to persuade him to speak." Dumbledore sighed. He touched the completely destroyed gold cup and said with great regret: "I It must be the headmaster who destroyed the most treasures of the founder in the history of Hogwarts. Speaking of Horcruxes..." The old wizard looked up, "You haven't mentioned anything about Horcruxes to Severus recently, have you?"

"No, but didn't he know about it earlier?" Marciana asked in confusion, "Does it matter if I mention it or not?"

"He doesn't know now," Dumbledore replied simply.

She opened her eyes slightly.

"Now the world knows that I am secretly searching for the destroyer of Horcruxes, and they all sit in this room," said the old wizard calmly. "Before he returned to Voldemort's command, I-with his consent-drawn his All the knowledge and memories of Horcruxes. Now he only thinks that he went to Wales with you to find the relics of a potion master."

"Why? Don't you trust him to keep the secret?"

"It's not a question of whether to believe it or not. I dare to trust him with my life, but the horcruxes are the key to our victory. If we can't destroy all the horcruxes before Voldemort notices it, the consequences will be disastrous. This secret is more important than my own life." Important, in case Voldemort does break his mind...I can't take that risk."

She pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice: "But the Oblivion Charm is not infallible. Think of Bertha Jorkins."

"I think my Oblivion Curse is stronger than Mr. Crouch's," Dumbledore laughed. "Besides, extracting and modifying memories is a more delicate job, which is similar to Mr. Crouch's on poor Bertha." That crude spell was very different. I'm confident that Voldemort wouldn't be able to find a flaw even if he searched hard. Just don't mention it in front of Severus, lest he suffer again."

Indeed, with Voldemort's paranoia, the matter of the Horcrux would definitely be hidden from even the closest Death Eaters around him.If he found out that Snape knew about the Horcrux, he would definitely torture him, and once tortured, the method would definitely not be gentle.

Marciana thought of Bertha Jorkins, who was "broken" by Voldemort. Her remains were finally found, but the extent of her mind and body was unbearably damaged—she was already A madman without reason.

She could not imagine such a fate befalling Snape.She sighed and lowered her eyes, "Okay, let him stay out of it, he has done enough. If there is anything else that can keep him safe, tell me, I'm willing to do it." She bit Biting his lip, he raised his face, with a very determined expression on his face: "Anything is fine."

Hearing her words, Dumbledore had a very strange expression on his face. It seemed to be surprised, enlightened, unbelievable, and bewildered. These complicated and unspeakable expressions finally froze in a sigh. on the smile.

"It's good to have you among us, Martha," he said.

She was baffled by such a straightforward compliment, and she became a little shy again, "Why did you say that suddenly? Aren't I always here?"

"Even so, don't think I can't see your worth. I'm especially glad to have someone like you by Severus' side."

"What, what use can I be to him?" She laughed, and then sighed a little lowly, "I can't help him with anything."

Dumbledore didn't explain, but just kept his mysterious smile and said, "It's only been a few weeks since I left school, why don't we celebrate while the summer vacation is not over."

Marciana's eyes lit up: "Yes! There are so many good things recently. First, Sirius and Harry were acquitted, and now I found this." She turned the golden cup around, "I really want to celebrate fan!"

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