[HP] Born Noble

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Harry cried, squeezing hard into Draco's arms, as if he was afraid of being thrown out, "Draco, I...don't ignore me! Not anymore...I promise you that I will never...I will not let you become a real Dark Lord, I swear! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Draco: "..."

Draco didn't know anything about Harry who was hanging on his body and never let go. He didn't know what to do, but suddenly he heard Sirius start to go crazy, "Say, tell me what happened to Regulus? He What's the matter?" Sirius had a blue vein on his forehead, holding Kreacher who was crying bitterly, his hand was so strong that he seemed to be able to strangle the elf, "Don't cry, tell me! I order you as the master! Kreacher!"

"Poor old Kreacher can't say it! Master Sirius," Kreacher was so sad that he seemed to be out of breath, but he still shook his head resolutely at Sirius' request, "Master Regulus ordered Kreacher not to say a word. Speaking to the family, he ordered Kreacher... the young master did not come back... he will never come back..."

When Sirius was about to be furious, a pair of gentle and firm hands stopped him. Remus came down from the stairs, and the crying downstairs was so earth-shattering that he heard it in the greenhouse on the top floor two floors away.

Remus took over Kreacher, "Does Kreacher know the whereabouts of little Master Regulus?"

"Yes, yes... Kreacher knew, but..." Kreacher frantically started banging his head on the floor, and then cried loudly, "Kreacher can't say, the little master ordered Kreacher..."

"Order you not to tell the family his whereabouts, is it?" Remus lifted the elf to prevent him from torturing himself, the werewolf thought for a while, and brought Kreacher to Draco, "Kreacher, Draco Master Ke is not from the Black family, so if you don’t violate the order Regulus gave you, you can tell him and tell him everything that happened.”

The werewolf asked silently with his eyes, and Draco nodded. No matter what his identity and considerations were, he wanted to know what happened to Regulus later. "Tell me, Kreacher, about Regulus' whereabouts! Where is he now?"

Kreacher looked at Draco with his big tennis eyes open, and cried for a while before he calmed down a bit, and began to tell the whole story of Regulus' death in a twitching voice.

Kreacher told how Regulus felt that it was a great honor to serve the Dark Lord at the beginning, and how he contributed Kreacher to serve the Dark Lord under the demand of the Dark Lord, and then Kreacher talked about He was ordered to follow the Dark Lord to a terrible black cave by the sea. He talked about the Dark Lord using himself as an experiment, pouring terrible potions into it, and later hiding a locket under the stone basin full of potions. And left regardless of his life or death.

"Kreacher was very thirsty, it was like a fire... Kreacher went to the water to drink water... So many, so many ghosts, dragged Kreacher to the bottom of the water..."

"How did you escape then?"

"Kreacher is going home..." the old elf sobbed.

"No... those Inferi, Kreacher, you said they caught you and dragged you underwater... those Inferi, how did you escape from those Inferi?" Draco asked again, Kreacher Seeming a little confused, he answered quite naturally while crying, "The little master asked Kreacher to go home... Kreacher is a good elf, and a good elf must obey the little master!"

Everyone here, including Harry who had stopped crying, was shocked.

On the one hand, they knew that whatever it was that Voldemort had hidden must be very important to him personally, and anyway, if they had the chance, they must find it!

On the other hand, they suddenly felt that the house elf, whom they had been underestimating, ignoring, and who they thought could be completely ignored and could be enslaved by them, was actually such a creature with such powerful mana that it deserved respect, yes, respect!If Harry is under Voldemort's careless attack and achieved the reputation of "the boy who lived", then Kreacher, or the house-elf, is an elf who can escape from the dark lord's deliberate murder.

Harry and Remus may feel okay, after all, they are pure in nature and tolerant, but children like Draco and Sirius who have been spoiled since childhood, this time the impact is particularly great.Draco's expression changed several times, and after a while, he slowly returned to calm from the ups and downs.

Then let Kreacher continue talking.

Kreacher then talked about how nervous and scared Regulus felt when he came back from a catastrophe, and how he began to doubt the personality of the Dark Lord through this incident, and how he resisted in the end.Kreacher said that Regulus ordered him to lead the way back to the rocky cave by the sea, Regulus gave Kreacher a fake locket, and then told how Regulus drank the poison himself, in order to get to the real Dark Lord stuff, then replaced it with a fake one.

"The little master wants Kreacher to destroy that thing... But, but Kreacher is useless!" Kreacher began to cry again, and hit his head against the wall vigorously, "Kreacher tried many methods to no avail!" ...It's useless...Kreacher is sorry for the little master, the little master was dragged under the water, the little master Regulus..."

Sirius had already turned pale and fell to the floor. Since hearing Regulus asked Kreacher to take him to that place, Sirius had vaguely guessed the ending, his purple lips were trembling, Draco said Yes, he is not worthy!Regulus was a hundred times stronger and braver than him. The enemy his younger brother faced in the end was stronger than he had ever faced in his life. Regulus could only fight alone. Facing such difficulties, he was surrounded by... He couldn't even find a decent helper around him... He was braver than any member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Draco clenched his teeth to make his tone sound calmer, "Kreacher, is that locket still there? Has it not been destroyed?"

"No, no! Kreacher put it under Kreacher's cupboard blanket."

"Go and get it, we will help you destroy it!"

Kreacher gratefully ran to get it.

Slytherin's locket, on it is an emerald swirling S, at the first sight, Draco knew the value of this thing - thanks to the appreciation class he has taken seriously in his life, he really saw the real thing Only then did Draco realize that it was so exquisite, luxurious, and powerful. It was something that Salazar had personally brought. His precious relic represented the historical heritage of Slytherin. No wonder the Dark Lord wanted such a precious thing. Hidden in such a secret place.

--wrong!

Draco immediately denied the original speculation, no matter how expensive the thing was, it would not be possible to use so many dangerous and deadly traps, besides, the Dark Lord is the heir of Slytherin, he held the locket that belonged to him, so what could he do? Xiaoxiao dare to covet?

A few thoughts flashed through Draco's mind, and as he moved the locket closer to take a closer look, he saw the amulet on Harry's chest begin to glow white in protection.Draco threw the locket on the floor subconsciously.

Black Magic Items!

The former Auror, the former professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the current rising star of the future wizard who killed the duo of the Demon King, could confirm that this thing does have evil attributes without even asking each other. Remus tried a few times A destructive and cleansing spell, none of which worked on it - very powerful.

A group of people went from the stairs at the edge of the corridor to the living room downstairs. Looking at this thing on the coffee table, Draco had very complicated thoughts. It was a relic of Salazar, no matter how the Dark Lord made it An evil thing, it was once cherished by Salazar and handed down through the ages... It should not be destroyed.

"We will find a solution, Kreacher." Draco comforted Kreacher, and at the same time, he was thinking about the potions that might be used to purify black magic one by one, considering the possibility of soaking and purifying, he had several formulas that he could use Try it, but... Draco looked helplessly at Harry sitting on his lap, still clinging to him like an octopus, he might have to figure out a way to get this guy off of him first.

Sirius was sitting on the opposite sofa, staring at the locket in a trance. His face was extremely pale and he hadn't recovered. He didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly stood up, went to the corridor outside the living room, and said loudly, "Phineas, I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore, the sooner the better, can you send a message to the school for me?"

Phineas on the wall of the corridor watched the play for a long while, but he didn't expect his useless great-great-grandson to think of him now, so he muttered and cursed "very reluctantly" Obeyed the order of the current Patriarch Black to leave.

Soon, the former principal came back from Hogwarts, "Principal Dumbledore said that his fireplace is always ready."

As soon as Phineas finished speaking, Sirius ran to the living room, took a handful of Floo powder and left.

Although Draco didn't want that old lunatic to meddle in Slytherin's 'housework' all the time, he had to admit that perhaps only wizards of Professor Dumbledore's level could break the powerful magic cast by the Dark Lord , but... Judging from their Gryffindor's brutal behavior and their lack of appreciation for the antiquities of the sages, they don't want to completely destroy it, do they use a devil's flame?

Absolutely not!

After a while, the fireplace in the living room suddenly turned green, and then Sirius stepped out of it, followed by Dumbledore, with his pet phoenix squatting on his shoulder. They broke the sorting hat and caught them together.Sirius didn't waste his time explaining just now, but just showed Dumbledore that memory, including the real Slytherin locket, so the headmaster immediately understood the seriousness of the situation and decided to solve the problem himself.

Professor Dumbledore stepped out of the fireplace, and the corner of his eyes did indeed glance at the locket on the table, but he only looked at Draco and Harry first, seeing that the two were stuck together again, he patted With both hands, he said with a smile, "Oh, I finally see that you are reconciled, this is really happy news!"

Draco's face was completely black and he didn't say a word, Harry's arms hugged him even tighter when he saw this, and he wouldn't let go.

Dumbledore checked the thing completely with his wand, and his expression became more and more dignified. After a while, Dumbledore suspended the locket, thoughtful... Finally, he made up his mind and said, "Draco, do you still remember the second time?" In grade, did we meet Tom?"

"He...he almost..." Draco gestured in a circle, "The one of...?"

"Yes, I suspect!" Dumbledore's expression was very serious, "Draco, I'm telling you this because I know your level of knowledge is very high, yes, I have read the paper you submitted to Sir Merlin. That paper is very wonderful, especially about the hypothesis of the stability of the soul... very bold, so I think you should also dabble in the study of the soul, so you can understand me! Tell you this, just to prepare your heart, This thing may be of the same nature as the diary..."

Draco's face turned pale all of a sudden, that is to say, is it something that can revive the Dark Lord?

Although Harry couldn't understand the others, he could understand this, and his face was uglier than Draco's, and his voice couldn't help trembling, "So, so that Tom said...he surpassed everyone's achievements , he will never die?"

"No one can live forever, Harry!" Dumbledore put down the thing and patted Harry's head, "But our future is still bumpy, and we must be united in good faith, I have to say that." The eyes under the half-moon glasses Take a deep look at the two dream combinations that almost fell out for a semester.

Draco turned away, and Harry hugged Draco's neck and nodded violently.

The phoenix Fox over there persisted in throwing the sorting hat to Sirius again, and Sirius grabbed the sorting hat inexplicably. I don't know why this phoenix threw the sorting hat to himself again and again.Could it be that he used a broken hat to destroy that evil Slytherin... Sirius just thought about it, when he suddenly felt the weight of the hat in his hand, and a sharp ancient sword gleaming with silver fell out of the hat. A huge ruby.

Sirius held the ancient sword in his hand with his mouth open.

"Sword of Gryffindor." Principal Dumbledore looked a little surprised, but not very surprised, "The real Gryffindor can call out their Gryffindor sword."

Sirius was holding this sword, he was still confused about what was going on one second, but he understood why he could draw this sword, understood what he could use this sword for - Sirius raised the sword aloft, and before Draco could yell 'that's a relic of Salazar', the reckless Gryffindor lion had slashed down.

Ding--

The relics of the two founders of Hogwarts collided, and there was a long, clear and resonant sound, and then—the locket was unharmed.

Several people looked at each other, including Dumbledore who was frowning tightly.

"Hmm..." Sirius looked down at the sword in his hand, "I think, in the end, the sword was unwilling to cut down!"

"How could Godric's stuff hurt Salazar? They're good friends," Harry thought.

Sirius looked at Harry, looked at the locket, raised his eyebrows, lifted the sword high above his head, pierced Changhong—then crackled and chopped towards the locket, and finally, the coffee table below turned into firewood, and the locket Still intact.

Draco stared at the locket. He probably knew the most about the origin of the locket, "This locket, according to Salazar himself, is said to be used to store and protect his An ancestral ring given to a partner... but there is no record of the ring..."

"Storage?" Harry interrupted Draco suddenly, "Wait, Draco, storage! ... It's a box! Anyway, whatever it is, don't we need to open it first, at least?"

This guess is too correct!

Then everyone's eyes fell on Harry. Harry looked at the emerald S pattern on the locket, which really looked like a little snake, and then glanced at Sirius who was holding the sword of Gryffindor tightly. There was the Headmaster, Remus, even Draco, all of them standing with their wands in hand, and then, staring at the lid of the box, contemplating—

"【Open!】"

The lid popped open.

A pair of Voldemort's red eyes seemed to flicker within—

[Ah, Sirius Black, a stupid Gryffindor who thought he was superior in wisdom, and ended up killing his best friend and turning his godson into an enslaved house-elf...] — — Sirius froze instantly, his face pale.

"Do it! Sirius!"

"Quickly stab it down!"

"Padfoot, don't hesitate!"

[Betraying the family, making your younger brother have to shoulder your responsibilities, when he had to replace you as a sacrifice to the Dark Lord, you forced him to become a Death Eater, and you forced him to die in such a place ...] - Sirius' hand holding the sword began to tremble violently.

"Sirius, Sirius—"

"Quick stab, Padfoot!"

"Gryffindor fool!"

[Why do you want to come back?Since you hate this family so much why come back?After ten years of hard work, you now know the benefits of home, right?Enjoy the wealth and warmth of the Blake family, and no one will talk to you...] - Sirius began to shake violently all over his body.

"what are you waiting for?"

"Don't listen to it!"

"Padfoot..."

[Now the Black house is all yours, and it can become what you like, because you killed all the family members who opposed you...] Sirius' face was pale and frighteningly pale, but in the end, he suddenly clenched his hands tightly The sword of Ryffindor let out a terrifying roar, "You killed my brother! Go to hell—Voldemort—!"

The silver light of the sword slashed down, and a sharp and mournful scream disappeared after a long time...

That evil thing is gone.

The emerald Slytherin locket lay quietly on the floor, fully opened, covered in red and gold striped velvet - the colors of Gryffindor.