[HP] The girl with black hair

The curtains tightly blocked the moonlight outside the window, and the stairs that had not been renovated for many years made a 'creaking' sound.

"Mia, take it easy."

"I'm very light, you should be light."

"I'm light too!"

The two whispered as they went downstairs cautiously. They had to step on the creaking stairs to the first floor and then through the long corridor to reach the basement, and finally stopped in front of Kreacher's cupboard.

Kreacher noticed the voice and opened the cupboard door first, and the wrinkled house elf poked his head out in doubt: "Master Draco and his friends came to find Kreacher?"

Behind the cupboard door was a very small space, with a dirty old blanket on the floor, and some miscellaneous small things on it.

Draco immediately frowned in disgust, he frowned at the small space and the dirty items.

"These are the things that Master Sirius threw away, and Kreacher picked them up." Kreacher bowed, his long nose drooping along with his movements.

To be honest, Artemia always felt that his long nose would poke him at any time, she hooked the corner of her mouth and praised him: "Well...you are excellent, I mean you are very loyal to Black."

Kreacher proudly puffed out his chest, his greatest wish in this life was to be like his mother, but soon he lowered his head sadly: "Kreacher is not a good servant, Kreacher did not fulfill the orders of little master Regulus ” He said as he was about to slam into the wall.

"No! Kreacher stop!"

"Stop! I order you to stop!"

Artemia and Draco nervously stopped Kreacher's movements, and the house elf's punishment of herself would definitely attract the Order of the Phoenix upstairs.

Artemia changed the subject nervously: "Maybe you can talk about Regulus?"

Kreacher's gray eyes glanced at Draco before he turned around and pulled out a golden locket from the pile of glittering little things, and there was a snake-shaped S in it.

"This is little master Regulus' locket. He asked Kreacher to destroy it, but Kreacher failed to do so. Kreacher disobeyed his order." The old elf whimpered sadly, tears dripping drop by drop. Flow out from the eye socket.

Draco frowned, and he looked at the girl beside him in a daze, their goal was not to listen to his narration of the past.

Artemia frowned and looked at the locket. She felt a familiar feeling on the locket. She looked at the sad elf and said hesitantly: "Can I...can I take a look? , Kreacher?"

Kreacher glanced at her: "Of course, my honorable lady." He carefully handed out the locket.

Draco glanced at the locket in confusion.

Artemia carefully observed the locket, it was sealed, and there was no way to open it by ordinary methods, and the locket was filled with a very strong black magic atmosphere, which was so strong that it made people feel familiar .

Draco poked the girl's arm, his face was full of doubts, wasn't their purpose to escape?No matter how much attention is focused on the locket.

Artemia regained her senses and returned the locket to Kreacher. She lowered her head and looked at the old elf: "I think you should know that Draco and I were both kidnapped."

"Kreacher knows," Kreacher rolled his eyes among them, "but Master Sirius won't allow Kreacher to help you escape." He lowered his head sadly.

"Oh no," Artemia waved her hand, "I mean, I can ask you to go to Malfoy Manor, Mrs. Malfoy must be very worried about Draco now."

Draco put on a grimace at the right moment.

There was no such item in Sirius' order, and Kreacher agreed after thinking about it. The magic possessed by house elves is different from that of wizards. They can use Apparation freely. Kreacher appeared in Malfoy without any hindrance. manor.

The Death Eaters lived in trepidation every day during the period when the little master was missing. They hoped that the little master would be found sooner than the Dark Lord. They hardly needed a rest, and worked hard to find the two missing little wizards in the huge England.

The Death Eaters never let go of an opportunity to create panic and attack their opponents. The Dark Mark is flying all over the sky. As long as they are neutral or suspected of standing on the side of the Order of the Phoenix, they have been captured by them. The dungeon of the manor is quickly overcrowded. .

The professional attitude of the Death Eaters didn't impress Tom. He was in a state of extreme anger every day. For a whole week, they couldn't find any news except for arresting a bunch of messy wizards!A bunch of trash!

The father who also lost his child, Lucius is the most active in the great cause of finding people. In just a week, this elegant nobleman made himself into a mess, and the new beard was too late to shave, and it was always soft. He didn't have the time to take care of his long hair, and when he received the news from Narcissa, he was still looking for his son aimlessly.

The haggardness of the couple was reflected on both sides of the double-sided mirror, and Lucius froze for a moment, disapparating under the gazes of the other Death Eaters, who had indeed been ignoring the empty old Black house all along, Sirius Although he was expelled, the ancient blood magic still regarded him as the first heir, and Sirius did have the right to use that house.

Lucius has never been so eager to walk in the Dark Lord's manor. The three naughty snakes are now tasked with guarding the dungeon. They haven't come out to scare people for a long time. He saw the gloomy man in black robe all the way unimpeded.

"Lord, I think I have found my little master," Lucius stood respectfully in a safe place holding a snake-headed cane, "in Black's old house, which is still the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix."

This is definitely the best news Tom has heard this week. The bone-like wand feels the owner's emotions and emits a faint light.

The black figure stood beside Lucius like a shadow, with slender hands on his body, the air became distorted in an instant.

It was apparition, and the next moment they had arrived at the location they had remembered.

The sun is slowly rising, and a faint mist hangs over the earth.

Tom and Lucius stood on the bluestone road, their black wizard robes rattled by the cold wind, they looked at the open space together, there was a house there in memory.

Tom raised his lips and smiled: "The Loyalty Curse is really a smart way."

The yew wand was raised in front of him, Tom compared the position, and finally put down the wand.

A strong attack is the worst strategy, and the protection of the Fidelity Curse is very powerful. Although it is very simple for Tom, it will definitely attract Dumbledore, and he must ensure that Mia returns safely.

As expected of his daughter, even in the lion's den, she can think of brilliant plans: "Let Narcissa summon the house-elf."

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With a crackling sound, Kreacher appeared in Malfoy Manor again, and he noticed the man in black robe sitting on the sofa at a glance, he bent down uncontrollably, his gray eyes were full of fear.

The yew wand moved, and Tom saw images related to Artemia in Kreacher's brain, but almost every memory about her would show a blond boy!Gritting his teeth, Tom continued to flip through Kreacher's memories, those poor fellows of the Order of the Phoenix!How dare he let his daughter share a bedroom with that brat!

When he saw Rita, he passed her indifferently. Since Rita's news was all about Potter's boring, trivial matters, he almost forgot about this person until he finally turned to Artemis. He was stunned for a moment by the memory of Ya.

Kreacher's wrinkled face was covered with sweat, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment. He had no way to resist the powerful insanity of the Dark Lord, and showed him everything in his brain without reservation.

Tom was taken aback when he saw the familiar locket. He never expected to see his Horcrux in the memory of a house elf. The locket should have been protected by potion in that cave. That's right.

Lucius and Narcissa didn't know what Tom saw in Kreacher's memory, but they could clearly feel his anger.

The magic spread centered on Tom, and the exquisite decorations shattered piece by piece.

Lucius watched with some heartache as his collection turned into a pile of fragments. Although heartbroken, he did not dare to touch the mold at this time. He stood in front of Narcissa and held the snake-headed cane as if nothing had happened. .

Tom's anger slowly calmed down after the inspiriting stopped, and his wand was ready to move. He really wanted to cast a death curse on the bold house elf under his feet, but... Tom finally gave him an Imperius Curse: "Go , bring Mia back with the locket and Draco."

The house-elf's gray eyes turned hollow, and he disappeared with a bang, only to return a short time later with a familiar pop, and he brought back the quest the Dark Lord had given him.

Artemia didn't expect Tom's efficiency to be so high. She thought that he would have to come up with a more perfect plan, at least to use her to do some earth-shattering things in the Order of the Phoenix, but he couldn't wait to deal with Kerry. Use the Imperius Curse?Maybe he missed her too much?

Lucius and Narcissa smiled for the first time in a week when they saw Draco, Lucius was still able to control himself, and Narcissa couldn't help but stepped forward to hug her kidnapped son up.

Tom was also very happy to see his daughter back, but he had more important things to do. He knew it was his Horcrux the first time he saw the locket, but he couldn't figure out how the other party discovered his secret of.

He turned the locket around, and finally chose to wait until all the Horcruxes were recovered before making plans.

He has realized that the Horcrux can let him fly away from death, but at the same time it will also separate his power and even make his body very unstable. The sense of security here makes him more comfortable than splitting the soul to make a Horcrux.

Artemia also noticed something, from the time she felt the familiar feeling on the locket, she had some guesses.

Her dad is crazy enough that he not only produced a 16-year-old him, but probably several more.