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"Regulus Arcturus Black!" Draco blurted out, "Merlin, I never thought it was him!"

"He's RAB?" Harry turned the photo over again in surprise, and looked at the unremarkable black-haired man again, "Who is he?"

"My other cousin, Sirius Black's younger brother," Draco said with a lingering shock in his tone, "Merlin, when I was a child, when I memorized the genealogy, I copied his name at least Five big sheets of parchment!"

"He's also Black?" Livia was stunned for a moment, frowning as if thinking of something, lowering her head and staring at the photo, gnawing her thumb as if thinking about something.

"Where is he now?" Harry asked eagerly. "Where does he live?"

Draco's expression froze for a moment, he frowned, and said, "He died before I was born, all I know is that he was a Death Eater. As for his home, you should be familiar with it."

"Blake's old house?"

Harry was even more shocked when he saw Draco nodding - the clue he'd been looking for all these days was by his side!The ecstasy of unraveling doubts and the ensuing greater fog surrounded him in an instant.

"He's dead?" Harry frowned tightly, the process of searching for the Horcrux was like an endless chain that almost drove him crazy, "Then he took that locket..."

"Locket!" Livia yelled, interrupting Harry.Her face was full of unimaginable excitement and ecstasy, she stood up abruptly, almost knocking over the narcissus on the coffee table, "I thought of it!"

"What? You sit down first, and speak slowly." Draco took Livia's arm, trying to pull her down and sit down again, but Livia shook her off excitedly.

"That locket! Horcrux!" Livia's voice was trembling with excitement, "I just said it looks so familiar! I saw it in Black's old house!"

Livia looked around at the puzzled and disbelieving faces of the others, and continued: "Remember the day I told you that Kreacher tried to freeze me to death because I touched a souvenir box in the cupboard? Laco? That's it! That keepsake box!"

"You mean that souvenir box is Slytherin's locket?" Harry shouted in disbelief, "Are you sure?!"

"I'm [-]% sure!" Livia nodded heavily, "The moment I saw it, I felt a strong desire in my heart—'Pick it up! Pick it up!'——and then I just picked it up!" Livia made a gesture of picking up something, as if imitating the situation at the time, "Then Kreacher came, and he yelled at me-'Don't touch it with your dirty hands. Little master Regulus' stuff!'”

"Oh, God..." Hermione's eyes gradually widened following Livia's narration, as if someone had cast an oblivion spell on her expression, her eyes wandered without focus. "My God!" she repeated in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Ron put his arm around her shoulders nervously, "What's the matter with you?"

"The golden locket..." she whispered, "in the living room closet, no one can open it... We took turns trying to open it, but all failed!" Hermione spoke faster and faster, "And then we Throw it away! In a battered bag with those old music box gloves!"

"Kreacher picks up a lot of stuff from us," said Ron, "and the cupboard in the kitchen is his den!"

"Merlin, what are we waiting for?" Harry couldn't sit still any longer, he stood up on the coffee table, blushing and eagerly said: "Let's go to Black's old house now!"

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"Damn it!"

Harry slammed the door of the cabinet, squatted down grabbing his hair, and shouted almost collapsed: "No! It's not here!"

Gone were the shiny trinkets that had been hidden in the cupboard, save for a dusty old book: Born Noble: A Wizarding Family Tree.Livia pushed Harry away in disbelief, and reopened the cabinet door to check carefully, but she found nothing except for a newly discovered nest of dead velvet.

"This is impossible!" Livia shouted, "Last time it was clearly... clearly there!"

"Kreacher!" Draco yelled, frowning, "Come out!"

There was a loud crack in the air, and a dusty house-elf appeared in front of the empty closet.Harry was a little reluctant to see the house elf inherited from Black again, so he simply turned his head away and handed over the task of negotiating with him to Draco.

Kreacher obviously disliked the new master, and even bowed to Harry with a contemptuous expression.

"Master." Kreacher said harshly to Harry in a hoarse voice.Then, he turned around quickly as if he didn't want to look at Harry again, and bent over Draco with a hundred times more enthusiasm than before.

"Dear young master Draco!" Kreacher said excitedly in a high-pitched voice, trying to bend his body lower, his nose almost poking a hole in the floor.He looked up at Draco with watery eyes, and continued: "Kreacher misses the young master very much!"

"I have a question for you, and you must answer it honestly."

Draco took out his wand and tapped it lightly on the palm of his hand.He stood up straight and didn't even lower his head when he spoke, only occasionally shifting his gaze to glance at Kreacher.

"Yes! Kreacher must answer honestly! Kreacher will do everything the young master asks Kreacher to do!"

"Very good," Draco said leisurely, "Miss Livia saw a gold locket in your cupboard last time, do you still remember it?"

Hearing Draco's question, Kreacher trembled slightly.After a while, he replied: "Yes, young master."

"Where is it now?" Harry asked impatiently.Because of the tension and excitement, he even held his breath.

All eyes were on Kreacher, they watched it straighten up slowly, and said, "It's gone."

"Not there?" Harry repeated mechanically, the joy fleeting. "What do you mean it's 'not there'?"

Kreacher began to shake violently, and he closed his eyes, as if he was enduring some kind of intense pain or anger.

"Answer! Kreacher!" Draco ordered.

"Mundungus Fletcher." The elf's voice was hoarse, his eyes still closed. "Mundungus Fletcher stole everything yesterday afternoon! That dirty, disgusting, filthy thief! I saw him and told him to stop! Laughing, he took the portraits of Miss Bella and Miss Sissy, the mistress's gloves, the Medal of Merlin, the wine glass with the family crest... He stole everything that Kreacher hid!"

Kreacher was gasping for breath in anger, his bony chest rising and falling rapidly.The white hairs on his bat-shaped pinnae began to tremble violently, his eyes snapped open, and he let out a piercing scream: "And that box, master Regulus's box. Kreacher was wrong, Kreacher You disobeyed his orders!"

"What order?" Harry squatted quickly, trying to grab Kreacher, but the elf nimbly dodged it. "What order?" he asked again. "I order you! Tell me!"

Kreacher glanced at Harry and sat down where he was.He rolled his knees up and buried his face deep in them.In his suppressed and painful voice, he told everyone a never-before-heard, unbelievable story, a story about obsessed with awakening... (*)

"Finally..." Kreacher whimpered, his whole body was twitching in pain, his body was wet with tears, he couldn't even speak coherently, "he drank... all the poison... ...Klee swapped the box...watching...the owner Regulus... being dragged under the surface...by... Kreacher trying to destroy the box, but... Kreacher...couldn't... I've tried countless ways! But... Kreacher failed to carry out the order, Kreacher couldn't destroy the box! It's all Kreacher's fault! It's Kreacher... It's Kreacher's fault!"

The poor little elf finally couldn't go on talking anymore, he collapsed on the ground as if he had collapsed, was wet all over, but still kept crying.He was sobbing loudly like the roar of a malfunctioning exhaust fan.No one had ever seen an elf express such pain and despair, and no one continued to ask for a while.Harry felt that he had never seen such a sympathetic situation. Ron, who had always hated Kreacher, was too shocked to speak. As for Hermione, she had already started crying with Kreacher.

Livia was so sad that she couldn't bear it, she turned her head away with red eyes, and saw that Draco's face was also slightly moved.She took a deep breath, smiled and said to Kreacher in as gentle a voice as possible:

"No, Kreacher," she knelt down and told the elf with an equal attitude, "you did a good job, it's not your fault. It's not just me who thinks so, everyone here thinks so... including Regulus, he will certainly agree with what I said."

Hearing Livia's voice, Kreacher slowly raised his head, his ears drooped sickly, and his eyes were swollen unbelievably, filled with bloodshot eyes.It looked at Draco tentatively and timidly, as if it only wanted approval from him.

"Draco," Livia maintained a squatting posture, stretched out her hand to hold one of Draco's fingers, and shook it lightly, "You also think Kreacher is doing a good job, don't you?"

"...well," Draco said, nodding his head, "you're doing well, Kreacher." He paused, then added, "If stupid Potter sends you new clothes in the future, you It's perfectly fine to come over to the Malfoys. Mum will be delighted that she's got a fine elf."

"...I wouldn't do that." Harry muttered, he glanced at Kreacher who had recovered a little from Draco's words, and carefully suggested: "Kreacher, I would like to invite you, Go find Mundungus Fletcher. We need to know where Regulus' box is..."

"You want the box?" Kreacher said hoarsely, rubbing his eyes vigorously with both hands like a child.

"We want to destroy it," said Harry, "we want to continue the work that Master Regulus started, and we want to... er... make sure his sacrifice wasn't in vain."

Kreacher paused when he rubbed his eyes, took his hands off his face, adjusted his sitting position with difficulty, looked at Draco and said, "Really? Master Draco."

"Yes, Kreacher," said Draco, "Your master and I need your help with this matter - to find Mundungus Fletcher."

"And bring him here," Harry said, looking at Kreacher, "will you do it for us?"

Kreacher agreed slightly.When he stood up, Harry gave Kreacher the fake Horcrux for encouragement or reassurance.

"Kreacher, I hope, uh, you take this," Harry continued, pressing the box into the elf's hand, "this belongs to Regulus, and I'm sure he wants you to have it, as a favor to you." Thanks for everything."

Kreacher took the small locket tremblingly, screamed, and collapsed on the ground, weeping bitterly again.

It took them a lot of effort to get Kreacher to settle down again, and when the elf finally disappeared using Apparatus, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Given Kreacher's experience of escaping alone from a cave full of infernal corpses, everyone thought that Kreacher would bring the damn thief to them within two hours—three hours at most.However, until it was dark, the elf still didn't come back.

Livia made dinner with what little she had in the kitchen, but apparently, no one was in the mood to eat it.

Draco walked wearily into the room he stayed in last time, and he found that Kreacher seemed to have been waiting for him to come again, trying his best to keep the room tidy.He raised his eyebrows, maybe he could really consider getting Kreacher from Potter, after all he tricked Dobby away, didn't he?

With a wave of his magic wand, he turned the quilt on the bed into a thin blanket and lay down on it.

The scorching heat of summer has penetrated into the night, even without the scorching sun, the summer night is still somewhat annoyingly hot and humid.The cicadas outside the window seem to dream of being a singer, so that they can't stop practicing even in the middle of the night.The loud cicadas disturbed Draco's peace, and he waved his wand irritably, blocking out the sound from the window.

The room suddenly fell silent, as if the air had stopped flowing.

The sound of Draco's breathing echoed in the room, and his heart was beating faster and faster because of irritability, which bored Draco like the heavy metal rock music that Dumbledore played every morning.The ups and downs of the day today and the running around made every bone of him screaming and exhausted, but his mind was still in a mess and he couldn't calm down.

Dumbledore's cryptic reminders, the unresolved Horcruxes, the dangerous situation of his parents and godfather... There were too many things that bothered him.These things are like a ball of wool messed up by a cat, stuffed in his mind, and he can't sort it out at all.

Just as Draco was sitting cross-legged on the bed, sulking from not being able to sleep, the door creaked open.With her back facing the orange light in the corridor, Livia cautiously leaned in and asked, "Are you asleep, Draco?"

"No," Draco adjusted his sitting posture, turned on the bedside lamp, and whispered, "Come in."

Livia closed the door and sat on the bed naturally.

"Oh, this bed is much softer than mine!"

Livia said in surprise.She first sat on the bed and bounced a few times tentatively, then jumped up like a naughty child, and threw herself heavily onto the bed in a diving posture.The mattress shook violently from her movements.

"Damn it!" Draco tilted his body and almost fell on the pillow with no image. He frowned and complained: "Be a lady! Livia Bones!"

"What is a lady? Can you eat it?" Livia giggled, turned over on the bed, propped her chin with both hands, and said to Draco: "You should learn to live more easily, like Like a real 17-year-old!"

Draco glanced at her lightly, snorted, and said nothing.

"By the way," Livia reached for the pocket of her jeans with one free hand, "I left your robe in Cindy's cabin, but I brought this here." Handing the pouch to Draco, he said, "This is the one Cindy gave you today, isn't it?"

Draco suddenly turned over and sat up, "Merlin, I forgot!" He grabbed the bag and asked eagerly, "Is there anything unusual about it? Do you feel that it is hot?"

"No." Livia looked at Draco who was obviously relieved, and asked strangely, "What's inside, would it be bad if it gets hot?" She thought for a while, her eyes widened and she asked in fear: "Could it explode?"

"Of course not." Draco said with a white look at Livia.

He leaned back on the pillow, turned the small bag over, and a small golden potion and a gallon fell out of the bag.Draco picked up the potion bottle and found a small label on it that read:

[Potion Master Severus Snape produced the Felicity Elixir, and gave it to my dear godson, please use it well. 】

He smiled, put the Felix Elixir back into his pocket, picked up the Galleon, shook it at Livia and said, "This is made by Cindy for me, it's an alchemy product."

"Golden Gallon? What does this have to do with fever?"

Livia crawled to Draco's side with both hands and feet, and didn't take the Jin Gallon, but just raised her head and stared at Jin Gallon.Draco didn't ask her to pay attention to her demeanor anymore, but instead raised her hand in front of her in cooperation, so that she wouldn't have to hold her head up from exhaustion.

"This is a pair, and there is another one in the hands of my parents." Draco said, "If the person holding this is injured, the Galleon in the other hand will be hot and will be broken." Shows the address where the other party is. If it's broken, it means the other party...you get the idea."

"Don't worry, that won't happen." Livia looked into Draco's eyes and said sincerely.She turned over and lay on her back, took the gold Gallon and played with it carefully, sighing: "This is amazing."

"Although I don't want to admit it, Cindy is indeed a genius in alchemy." Draco shrugged and said, "With this, at least I can know their general situation."

Livia returned the Gallon to Draco, took out a pillow and put it under his head.Putting herself in a comfortable position, she sighed in enjoyment and continued:

"Can I ask Cindy to make a few for me next time too? I'd like to get one each for you, Uncle Tonya, and Daniel."

"You just give it to old Tonya and Daniel."

"That's right, anyway, you will always take me with you~~~"

"...Stop talking nonsense."

"Are you going to kick me away? If you argue with Ron in the future, there will be no one to back you up!"

"...Well, that's all you need."

"I know you need me to accompany you, Draco. Ron is right, shy is not suitable for you hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee ~~~~"

"...You smile really badly."

"Isn't it a youthful, lively, cute, silver-bell-like sweet smile? Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee~~~~"

"...It's so noisy! Shut up!"

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee~~~~~"

"...Go back to your room!"

"No, I can't sleep anyway, come chat, Draco!"

"..."

"Come to chat! Come to chat~~~~~Draco~~~~~"

"... What are you talking about?"

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee~~~~~~~~"

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The stars in summer seem to be extraordinarily bright, and the shining starlight and moonlight are intertwined, gently illuminating this old house that has carried too many joys and sorrows of ups and downs.

In the largest master bedroom, the chat between Draco and Livia was still going on, the two casually said some meaningless and silly things, but no one wanted to stop;

Both Ron and Hermione chose to huddle with Harry in Sirius' room.Hermione got into a fight with Ron because he kept messing with the Deluminator, interrupting her study of The Tale of Bee the Bard.Harry failed to persuade him to fight, and searched around the house boredly, but found a surprise gift by accident.

"Look!" Harry's voice surprised a large group of sleeping stars, which began to shine even harder. "It's a letter from my father to Sirius!"

Hermione and Ron quickly stopped fighting, and leaned over to share the emotion with Harry.

The night is still long, and their road ahead is still long.

But at least, whether it is now or in the further future, they have someone to accompany them, and they will not be alone.

The author has something to say: (*) I think everyone has read the content about rab tens of thousands of times in the original book, so I won’t repeat it~~~~ I always feel that Legolas and Sirius have a kind of abuse The feeling of killing each other... Am I alone? !

Everyone who forgot about the love-hate relationship (?) between Livia and Kreacher, please review Chapter 28... If you don't remember Livia saying that the locket looks familiar, please review Chapter 35...

The way to get the locket will be different from the original book, there must be some mistakes and omissions, please don't study too carefully... let me live~ two lines of blood and tears.

Thank you everyone~~~~~~~~~~~~~ bow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

☆、Happy Children's Day! (inverted v)

London Hogwarts

It was clearly in midsummer, but the time at Hogwarts seemed to be frozen in midwinter.

Since Dumbledore fell from the Astronomy Tower, the vitality of this thousand-year-old castle seemed to have died with him.The people in the murals prefer to hide in the room more and more silently, and even Peeves has lost the interest of playing pranks.The lingering dark clouds are low over this once paradise, and at first glance, one can't help but worry whether these heavy clouds will overwhelm the top of Gryffindor Tower.

The cellar was cold and silent as usual, and the sound of the air freezing could almost be heard.

Severus sat motionless on the armchair in front of his desk, like a hard-lined statue.The temperature here seems to be lower than outside. In order to better maintain the original appearance of the materials in his private potion warehouse, Snape rarely built a fireplace even in the real midwinter.

The light from the lamp on the table was a bit dim, but Snape didn't care.Ever since he learned that the Burrow had been attacked by Death Eaters in the evening, he had been sitting here, staring straight at the Galleon in his hand that was associated with Cindy.Many thoughts passed through his mind, his whole body tensed up like a poisonous snake ready to attack, as if as long as it moved, he would not hesitate...

...Come on, Severus Snape.

He thought to himself.

You know you can't.

You can never protect anyone.

Suddenly, there was an abrupt noise from the fireplace in the corner, Snape stopped his endless self-pity, quietly clenched his wand, and frowned at the dark hole.Almost in the next second, Lucius got out of the fireplace along with the falling ashes.His long golden hair was a little messy, and he looked a little flustered.He didn't even clean up his dusty clothes, and walked quickly to his old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"What are you doing here?" Snape closed his ears and growled, "You can't wait to let us get Avada?"

"He's not here," Lucius replied in a deep voice, abandoning his gorgeous aria, "he probably went to some country to solve the wand issue, anyway, he's not in England."

"You used the Floo network?"

"Don't worry, no one in the Ministry of Magic will put their minds on this kind of thing now. Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to rush over desperately." Lucius pulled his chair and sat down, and said wearily, "Here My cup of hot tea, Severus."

Snape looked at his old friend's mentally and physically exhausted appearance, and saved the venom rarely.He knocked on the table, and an invisible elf immediately offered Lucius a cup of fragrant hot tea, and thoughtfully brought him a plate of refreshments.The warm tea scent filled the room, Lucius took a deep breath, showing a slightly relieved expression.

"I guess you didn't come here for the tea," Snape said dryly. "What's going on, Lucius."

"I think you have heard that the Ministry of Magic was captured this afternoon, and then the Weasley family's broken house was also raided." Lucius sighed heavily, and said, "This operation was carried out by me and Ann." Dongning is in charge."

"Oh, he thinks so highly of you!" Snape said in an exaggerated drawl with no expression on his face. "Applause for Lucius Malfoy's outstanding contribution!"

"But until 10 minutes before departure, I thought the destination of this operation was Azkaban." Lucius raised his head, looked at Snape and said slowly: "He has always been suspicious, we all know that. But It's the first time this has happened - I bet it wasn't just a whim of his."

"He's on guard."

"As much as I hate to admit it, it does seem to be the case."

Both Lucius and Snape fell silent, they both knew what Voldemort's defense meant.The tea on the table didn't take a sip, and gradually became cold, and the elf dutifully exchanged it for a cup of freshly brewed hot tea.

After a while, Lucius sighed, raised his hand and rubbed the sore brows, and said, "The worst case is that he has confirmed the existence of Draco, and now he is just enjoying the panic of a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. "

"Impossible," Snape analyzed calmly, "His current irritability can't even make him think calmly, how can he play this kind of catch-and-release game with you?"

"In any case, Malfoy is no longer trusted by him." Lucius leaned forward slightly, and said in a more serious tone: "Recently he seems to have sent Akris to investigate something, but I have no way of knowing the content. In short, I must make a plan early and leave a way out for myself. If it is convenient, please bring a word for me, and don't let Draco appear in the UK in a short time."

Snape nodded, indicating that he would pass on the message.

Lucius said goodbye to Snape briefly, and headed straight for the fireplace.A second before stepping into the fireplace, he seemed to have remembered something, turned to Snape and said:

"She's fine." Seeing his old friend's slightly stagnant expression, Lucius said with some teasing lightness in his tone: "If you're worried, you can ask me directly instead of holding on to that Galleon in a daze." .So," he stepped into the fireplace and sprinkled Floo powder without waiting for Snape to reply, "Malfoy Manor!"

Lucius' figure instantly disappeared into the green flames, as if he had never been there.The flames were extinguished, and the room returned to stagnant calm.But the silence lasted not long before it was shattered by an angry growl——

"Damn Malfoy!"

Ok.

It seems that one person is destined to have a night of exasperation.

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London Black House

Until noon the next day, Kreacher still didn't come back.

"Harry... Harry..."

With a start, Harry jumped up from the sofa and asked loudly, "Kreacher is back?"

"...not yet." Ron replied with a frown.

"Oh……"

Harry let out a groan of frustration before he felt dizzy from getting up too quickly.He sat down again in a daze, covering his slightly painful scar.He looked up and saw Hermione sitting on the chair next to her. She was still studying "The Tale of Peter the Bard" that Dumbledore gave her, and Ron was still looking at him with a tangled expression.He moved his hips, trying to sit more comfortably.

"Where's Malfoy and Burns?" Harry asked.

"Malfoy is in the room, and Burns..."

Ron pointed in the direction of the curtains, Harry turned his head to look, but only saw a blurry phantom.He put on his glasses, and sure enough, he saw Livia who was stroking her chin and observing Hu Meizi with great interest.

"I told her that thing bites, but she doesn't seem to be afraid of anything." Ron stuck out his tongue, "Forget about that. But you, what have you been muttering about in your sleep?"

"I?"

"Yeah, what 'Grigorovitch' you've been calling... who is 'Grigorovich'?"

Biting his lower lip, Harry kept rubbing the scar on his head, as if recalling the name.Finally, he said with some hesitation: "I think Voldemort will find him again."

"That 'Grigorovich'?" Ron opened his mouth wide and said in surprise, "Why?"

"I do not know either……"

"You let him invade your brain again? Harry?" Hermione slammed the book shut, came over and sat next to Harry, and said with a straight face, "You shouldn't!"

"Oh..." Harry groaned, wondering how Hermione managed to listen to them while reading, "I know, but I can't control my dreams, can I?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and thought for a while, and seemed to think that Harry's words made sense, so she asked instead, "You said he was looking for someone?"

"Yes," Harry recalled the rolling hills on the horizon and the silhouette of the village surrounded by deep valleys in the dream, "he should not be in England."

"You haven't said who 'Grigovitch' is," Ron put in. "It can't be Dragmir Gergovic!"

"Who is that?" Hermione asked.

"A Quidditch Chaser," Harry replied in Ron's place, "no, I'm sure it wasn't him."

"Stay away from it!"

Draco's voice came from the side, and the three people who were talking turned their heads at the same time, turning their attention to Draco who was walking down the stairs step by step.

"Didn't anyone tell you that dirty little thing bites?" Draco said, frowning.

"I won't let them bite me." Livia's eyes were still fixed on Hu Meizi. "They look so strange...so how many feet does it have?"

Draco clicked his tongue, grabbed Livia's arm tightly with displeasure, and forcibly pulled her away from the curtain.He waved his wand and cast an expulsion spell on the group of foxes, and those little creatures swarmed out of the hole in the window.

"Hey!" Livia protested dissatisfied.

"Put down your curiosity," Draco said, dragging Livia to the sofa, "if you don't want to suffer because of these magical creatures."

Livia was still muttering something childishly, but Hermione turned to look at Harry and said, "Maybe you should ask him."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Grigorovitch!" Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't we just talk about this?"

"Oh, yes, you're right." Harry turned his head to look at Draco obediently, and asked somewhat restrainedly, "Can I ask you something, Malfoy?"

Draco raised his eyebrows, picked up his wand to widen the empty single sofa and cast a softening spell, and said, "The savior's puberty troubles? Tell me." He took a step ahead of Livia and sat down directly. Next, he cleaned up the teacup at his feet that he didn't know when he broke.

"..." Harry wisely chose to block certain words, and asked straight to the point: "Do you know who Gregorovitch is?"

"That Charlie - the Chaser from the Cannons?" Draco shrugged. "Or the German wand master? You ask him..."

"That's right, it's him! The man who helped Victor Krum make the wand! During the Triwizard Tournament, Ollivander mentioned it when he checked everyone's wands."

Harry yelled and jumped up.His words caused Ron and Draco to change their faces slightly, the former because he mentioned Krum's name, and the latter because his words were interrupted.However, what Harry said next made them no longer obsessed with their little thoughts.

"What did Voldemort want him for?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Does he still need to make wands?"

"No," Draco frowned, tapping his fingers on the arm of the sofa out of habit, "I think he's for the Elder Wand."

"The Elder Wand?"

"Yes," Draco said word for word, "Grigorovich was the original owner of the Elder Wand, he made the Elder Wand. German Dark Lord Grindelwald stole it from him and became it The second master of the Elder Wand. After that, Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald and became the third master of the Elder Wand."

"But isn't the Elder Wand in Voldemort's hands now?" Livia said, "If I remember correctly, it was Dumbledore who asked Mr. Snape to give Voldemort the Elder Wand as a weight to gain Voldemort's trust."

"Then why is he looking for Gregorovich? Doesn't he know how to use that wand?" said Ron, with an exaggerated expression, "or is it really the Seeker he's after? Harry ? What else did you dream about?"

"It's nothing," Harry was also very confused, "but I remembered one thing... Do you remember the day when my wand automatically cast a spell and broke his wand?"

"Of course, it's one of the top ten wonders in the wizarding world! I don't think I'll ever forget it," said Ron.

"But, the Elder Wand shouldn't be broken so easily, right?" Ha