Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Rat! Thief!"

With a sharp and piercing curse, the only house elf in this house has discovered the uninvited guest. What makes it even more panicked and angry is that the accident appeared in the little master's room. It almost didn't think about it, and it appeared in an instant.The old and wrinkled face was distorted, and the dirty pillow case covered the body in tatters. Almost as soon as it appeared, it rushed towards the pendant like crazy: "Thief! Put down the little master's things!!"

Compared with Kreacher's height, Iris doesn't have much advantage.The slipped cloak was thrown aside, Ling Cha took a step back, the old house-elf was falling in front of his feet, the tennis-ball-sized eyes that were raised suddenly were bloodshot, and glared viciously over.

Then it froze, and the silent Binding Curse thwarted its attempt to pounce again.

Without looking at it, delicate fingers stroked the smooth bottom of the locket.

"Snapped."

The locket was opened, and the gold S inside was as bright as new, and a few small emeralds were exquisitely inlaid below the edge, and mysterious and beautiful patterns like thorns extended from the bottom of the box.

A strong black magic aura overflowed from the locket almost instantly.

"Put it down! You shameful, despicable..."

Kreacher's cursing came to an abrupt end, and it struggled desperately to utter a single sound. At this time, because of age, because of staying in an empty house for a long time, or even because of the strong guilt and pain of the house elf Finally regained consciousness, it stared at the little wizard who suddenly appeared in front of him, who didn't look like he was 11 years old, but was still a girl—this was absolutely impossible, and Kreacher, who had served several generations in the pure-blood family, finally understood a little bit. The weirdness and horror of the situation at hand, but this can't stop it from being loyal (or giving up) to the little master.

Shaking gently, the locket did not make any sound, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his lips.

Even if the result is known, it doesn't mean that all changes can be predicted. Destiny is such a wonderful thing.

Salazar Slytherin always carried the locket and brooch with him, until Lingcha became a soul piece in a painting, he clearly remembered that they were still there.

Mia is their daughter. At first, they just wanted to keep her away from everything. Needless to say, the hatred deepened because of misunderstandings. No matter what the reason was, Salazar would never give the locket and brooch to Mia. .Although they were fully prepared for this magical item, they never expected that the locket would be lost after a thousand years—no, maybe it is not right to say that it was lost, because it has been passed down in Salazar Slytherin's family. descendants.

Mia?

Unconsciously, he tightened the locket in his hand. This pain came from the soul, and it was impossible to break free and difficult to resolve.

It turned out that in the end, they and Mia had reached this point, and he actually left Salazar alone to face this heart-wrenching pain.

The dagger that was cursed by the fairy handicraft blood clan.

There is no fighting back against the chaotic memories of desperately waiting to die.

He was missing a very important detail in the middle, if he guessed right-slowly raised the locket to his eyes, his big pale yellow eyes were so deep that it was difficult to see any emotion, and the soul piece in the locket seemed to be Feeling something, the breath of black magic became stronger in an instant, as if desperately trying to break free from it.

A strange expression that seemed to be a sigh and a smile appeared on the girl's face; [My descendants, it's already too late...]

The horrible hissing sound shocked Kreacher's originally venomous eyes, and extreme fear invaded all of its thoughts. Kreacher had seen the Dark Lord and drank those potions repeatedly, so it has been Crazy, but none of that could make it forget the horrors of the Dark Lord and the tones of Parseltongue.

In the dim room, under the vague dust floating randomly, the girl in the dark lace dress smiled coldly.

[From the moment you put the soul piece into the locket, this ending cannot be changed. ]

A faint black mist overflowed from all around the locket, but it couldn't gather together. The golden thorn pattern was like a chain, firmly keeping the mist in the locket.

[What's it like to get this locket?Excited?joy?Or take it for granted?With the blood of Slytherin, the locket will not deny your power, but have you ever thought that because it is not pure blood, it will not reveal its secrets to you. ]

Fog shuddered.

White fingers stroked the golden shell, and the mist became thinner, unable to even maintain the fluctuation of the black magic.

A broken soul piece, just as he expected.

Melting this soul piece is nothing more than losing a Horcrux to Voldemort, but it is very important to him.

"Nyx, in this world, spreads eternal wings for darkness, merges into the box of my ancestor's bones, soaks the gems in my blood, contains the souls of my descendants..."

With a crisp sound, the entire base of the locket and the emeralds inlaid on it were all shattered, and a cloud of pitch-black mist was about to escape immediately, but countless golden powders formed lines and strange patterns in an orderly manner, appearing in this room out of thin air, like A net, or more precisely a powerful three-dimensional magic circle, collided with each other and condensed. The black mist was immediately divided into countless parts. The light is more intense.

The big light yellow eyes suddenly closed, and when they opened again, there were cold vertical pupils: "Master?"

The gray shadow separated from the little girl. The powerful power of the basilisk not only did not weaken the possessed Ling Cha, but instead made the mist formed by the soul have a human-shaped shadow. Great, but attachment is still an evil magic, which can completely rot the internal organs of the attached creature in half a year. He must leave Aerys' body as soon as possible.

The soul is very fragile, even for Ling Cha, the strong pressure from the outside world has obviously hurt him, the shadow curled up slightly, and the voice began to tremble and blur: "Aerys...restored to the original...body...missing... ..."

A huge basilisk appeared in the room in an instant, and Kreacher wailed silently, together with the broken furniture, was swept to the corner by the basilisk's tail.

With a spin of the body, the head suddenly lowered, and a large piece of bloody flesh was torn off by the venomous fangs. The basilisk twitched in pain, and all the scales opened. The flesh and blood were thrown into the magic circle shrunk into golden light.

There was a loud noise, and the whole of No. 12 Grimmauld Place shook, and the portraits in the old house screamed and ran in panic. The strong magic pressure made them feel horrible even if they were dead.When they reached the nearest corridor where the sound came from, they froze in horror.

After the dust settled, the room had completely disappeared. The furniture and the door were almost all broken into pieces. The strange thing was that Kreacher, who was huddled and hiding behind the sofa, was bleeding and unconscious.

The huge body of the basilisk hovered slowly, lowered its head, and fixed its orange-yellow eyes full of deadly magic on the person lying on the floor.

That's right, with long black hair, a pale and handsome face, more than half of the body is slightly lifted by the basilisk, it's hard to see clearly, the naked arms hang down from the basilisk's body weakly, and the slender and distinct fingers are firmly grasping the body of the basilisk. one thing.

wand.

A turquoise brooch and a broken locket lay on the ground not far away.

"Oh! Iris, what's the matter?"

Phineas Black, the former principal, jumped in a picture frame, "Why did you come here, this is—"

He gasped, and started pulling at his goatee.

The basilisk closed its eyes, then turned its head, and spit out a hissing snake letter, which was a threat and warning no matter how you looked at it.

At this moment, the hand holding the wand moved slightly, and the basilisk immediately felt it, and lowered its head: [Master? ]

[...uh... Aerys...]