[SSHP] End of life

"So we've found RAB." Ron concluded their discussion.He had just been dragged off the floor by Harry five minutes earlier, and he wasn't fully awake yet.

Hermione is action.Since a simple arajo opening wasn't enough to make the lock do what it was supposed to do, she had pulled back her messy hair and was trying to figure out how to open the door.

Harry walked into Sirius' bedroom next door as Hermione struggled with the door.He was too tired yesterday, and after confirming the truth of that night, he fell asleep close to a coma and forgot to take things.

He walked straight to the cabinet without looking sideways.He didn't want to look at this bedroom again, he was afraid to see Sirius's belongings remind him of himself, and he was even more afraid of recalling Snape's inexplicable actions that day, which would shake his firm determination.He's convinced he's been a little too easily shaken lately.

The letter paper is still there.He hastily put away the letter paper on the floor and stuffed it into the small dragon skin bag that Hagrid gave him around his neck. The photos were still thrown under the chest of drawers, but he didn't care.He didn't want to let himself realize that before he was a year old, he had a carefree time.He may only have so much time in his life to be happy and free, but the damn thing is that he was too young to remember at all.

By the time Harry was back in the corridor, Hermione had just given up trying to open the door peacefully.She pulled out her wand and pointed at the lock and said a strange spell. The lock made a crisp cracking sound, and Harry guessed that something had broken.They opened the door, and what they saw was full of silver and green. There was a big Slytherin flag hanging on the bed. Among them, only it has not faded.

Ron leaned over to read the newspaper clippings, and clicked loudly, "He must have been an admirer for a while before joining the Death Eaters. Tsk, Slytherin."

Hermione disagreed: "Ron, don't use that tone. He's awakened. So what about Slytherin? Although I admit that almost all Slytherins are annoying, there are exceptions, aren't there?"

"Almost? Which Slytherin have you met that isn't evil and cunning?" Ron argued, his lips curled up. "They like to bully people the most. They only have blood and money in their minds, and they always use glory to deceive people." .If there is no justice and no courage, what kind of glory is there, no matter how pure the blood is, no matter how much wealth there is? Gryffindor is the best house!"

A part of Harry threw up his hands in agreement with Ron.However, a faint voice told him, no.Not Slytherin himself, at least not entirely Slughorn.And Snape, he wasn't necessarily like that.

Hermione was rummaging through drawers, and Ron was on his knees looking under the wardrobe.But Harry's attention was elsewhere, and there was a picture of the Slytherin Quidditch team.Harry recognized Regulus immediately, because the young man looked so much like Sirius.Same black hair, same black eyes.Except for a slightly gloomy expression, the two are almost identical.

Maybe that's the difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Harry thought.Slytherins didn't seem to laugh much, Malfoy didn't really laugh, and Snape didn't really laugh.Sirius was always laughing, and Regulus, the supposedly beloved younger brother, seemed less happy than his older brother.He looked at this Quidditch team from twenty years ago, and Regulus was sitting in the middle, the position normally reserved for Seekers.

Perhaps because they were both Seekers, Harry developed some inexplicable affection for Regulus.Many people related to him are Seekers, James, Regulus, if RAB is really him, then the position of Seekers may be rich in heroes.

Slytherins weren't all bad guys, at least Regulus seemed to be doing just fine.thought Harry.For the first time since enrolling, he carefully looked at the silver-green emblem.

In fact, he never thought that color was ugly.In the ten years of Muggle life, these two colors have not often been paired together.If it weren't for the symbolism of Slytherin, which makes people instinctively feel disgusted when thinking of this combination, the color itself is really clean.

"Then it all fits in, Harry," said Hermione. "He's a Death Eater and has access to Voldemort. He stole the Horcrux, and maybe he's destroyed it, but we've got to make sure of it." Here, even if all you see is wreckage.—Slytherin's locket comes flying!"

"Horcruxes were not summoned so easily," said Harry, who gave them no details of his activities with Dumbledore that night.Although he is still not sure whether the locket was not summoned by the Flying Curse that night because it was protected by a potion or the Horcrux could not be obtained through this method, even if the locket was just a fake.

"Then what else can we do?" said Ron a little impatiently. "We've cleaned the house before! Never seen—wait!" His voice jumped an octave, "Merlin's beard! !Harry!! Do you remember that wardrobe! A robe came out that nearly hanged me! Sirius took a golden locket out of it!"

Harry gasped.There was indeed a locket with an S set in fine diamonds.At that time, he thought that the S was a sign that the Black family had entered Slytherin House for generations, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

The box passed everyone's hands, but no one could break it open.Because the box couldn't be opened no matter what, he thought the small door was just a decoration.Later, they put the box and many sundries into a bag, and they didn't know where to throw it.

If that locket is really Slytherin's locket, then it's either in Kreacher's hands now, or Mundungus stole it along with him.Probably the chance of being stolen by Mundungus is even higher, but Harry still had some hope and called out loudly: "Kreacher!"

There was a bang, and the old elf appeared in front of the three of them.He was still wearing the old dishcloth he had seen before, and he looked dirty and disgusting.

"Dirty goods, mudbloods, scum..."

Kreacher looked at the three people in front of him with contemptuous eyes, bowed symbolically and loudly repeated the language Mrs. Black often used to curse them, and Harry roared loudly: "I order you not to speak mud again in front of me!" Plant these three words!"

Maybe it was because Harry looked so scary, Hermione opened her arms to block the elf: "Harry! Calm down! You are not allowed to hurt him!"

"Of course I wouldn't hurt him!" Harry yelled back at Hermione.

While the two were staring at each other, Kreacher's voice didn't stop.

"Kreacher is actually treated by a dirty, ahem,... what will the hostess say? Kreacher has completely embarrassed the Black family..."

Harry was defeated, looked away, ignored Kreacher's mumbling words that made people angry, and took out the locket.

"Kreacher." At present, Harry could only try to keep his attitude gentle, although he hated this elf who betrayed Sirius very much, "Look at this. Is there a hanger similar to it?" Locket? I think it should be with you."

Kreacher's eyes filled with tears the moment he saw the locket in Harry's hand, the speed was jaw-dropping, like a burst water pipe, or a flash flood.The next second, Kreacher wailed loudly, tears mixed with green snot and kept dripping down.He grabbed the worn rag he was wearing and wiped his face. The rag was too small for him to wipe it off. Instead, he covered his face with snot and tears, making him look disgusting and pathetic.

Even if house-elves were a race of neurotic, incomprehensible mood swings, there was something very wrong about Kreacher.He looked like he was going to jump at him and snatch the locket out of Harry's hands and hide it somewhere.Harry gripped the golden chain a little warily.

But the elf didn't do that. After wiping his nose for a while, he stopped making that blood-curdling cry. While weeping, he grabbed the piece of cloth around his neck and wrung it vigorously, Harry It was almost suspected that he was going to strangle himself to death.

"Kreacher, do you recognize it?" Hermione asked.The elf ignored her, he seemed completely immersed in his own world, and didn't even say "Mudblood talked to old Kreacher, old Kreacher will pretend he didn't hear" what Harry thought he would say.Harry had to repeat Hermione's question aloud.

Kreacher stared blankly, with tears gushing from the sunken eye sockets.It seemed that he didn't understand Harry's question until a few seconds later.Blowing his nose loudly, he sat down suddenly and curled up, with his wet face between his knees.Harry looked at Hermione, but Hermione just watched the elf, and he had to wait patiently for Kreacher to speak.

After an unknown amount of time, Kreacher finally spoke.His voice was low and muffled, very difficult to hear.It took about half a minute before Harry realized he had opened up and was telling them a story.He was sobbing so badly, and the story was told in fits and starts, that, Harry thought, if one ignored the instinctive disbelief at the mention of Slytherin, it sounded a bit like a novel that would captivate countless Muggle girls.

Ron frowned, as if he didn't believe it, but he didn't refute.Hermione tried to hug Kreacher during the talk about Regulus drinking the potion himself, but Kreacher avoided it.Ron looked at the rag on Kreacher with a disgusted expression.

"Old Kreacher worked for little master Regulus! Little master Regulus wanted Kreacher to come back, but Kreacher failed to bring back little master!"

"Uh... But, you completed his instructions." Harry observed Hermione's expression, trying to pick out gentle words, "You have done a good job, Kreacher."

"No matter what Kreacher did, he couldn't destroy that box! Kreacher failed to protect the box, and let dirty thieves steal it!"

Harry quickly rushed over and pinned down the elf who was about to hit the wall.The old elf wasn't even half his height, and he felt Kreacher's body twist into strange shapes beneath him. "Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Stand up! You're not allowed to punish yourself!" Harry cried, getting up quickly.Kreacher got up too, his hands and feet moving freely.Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then..." Harry paused, he was not used to giving orders, although his tone was more like a request, "Kreacher, if you are willing to bring the thief back, this box is yours. Can you help?" ?”

Hermione was pleased with Harry's attitude.She looked at him approvingly, as if urging him to continue.Harry smiled awkwardly: "I think it's supposed to be yours." He handed the locket into Kreacher's hands, "Then I'll give it back to you now...if you open it, there's still Regulus' handwriting and signature."

Kreacher took the locket and saluted Harry so that the tip of his nose almost touched the ground.Then he turned and bent over Ron as well.

Finally, he turned to Hermione, twitching comically at first, as though giving an incomplete salute.Harry thought that was the best he could do, but in fact it was a remarkable improvement.However, after a pause for a few seconds, Kreacher slowly lowered his head towards Hermione.It held the locket and hung it on its chest, and even accepted a pillow cover from Harry, in order to cover its own locket and better protect it.

He straightened the pillowcase and locket, looked at Harry with wet green eyes, and Disapparated in place.

No one spoke for the next half minute.Harry looked at the place where Kreacher disappeared and sat on the ground exhaustedly. The repeated emotional fluctuations made his head look like being put into the water, and he felt that his brain was dangling with the water waves.If the Horcrux can be retrieved smoothly, his first mission will be completed.He is not yet willing to think about how to destroy the Horcrux.