The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Late at night.

Central block in London, England.

A platinum-haired boy walked slowly towards Grimmauld Place.

He came to the middle of number 11 and number 13, took out his wand and waved it continuously.

Click, click, click...

The wall moved, and a huge mansion slowly appeared.

The exterior was shabby and covered with dust everywhere.

Every step you took, you could see footprints made of dust.

At the door, there was a creak.

The silver snake ring door handle turned, and the old Black house welcomed visitors again after being sealed for many years.

"How long has it been since you cleaned it?"

"The house is full of dust!"

The platinum-haired boy coughed twice, waved his sleeves, and cleaned up the dust around him.

It looked cleaner here than outside, but it was far from tidy.

The platinum-haired boy looked around at this mansion that had been there for who knows how many years.

The whole house was black in color, and even though it had not been opened for many years, it still exuded elegance and luxury.

Walking through the long and narrow corridor, a hoarse, low voice came from a dark corner not far away.

"Respected Master Malfoy, welcome to your arrival."

In the portrait behind the moldy curtain next to him, a yellow-skinned old lady wearing a black pointed hat screamed shrilly.

"Kreacher! You dirty bastard, how dare you disturb my rest!"

Kreacher was extremely terrified: "Madam, please forgive Kreacher!"

"Kreacher will be here soon..."

"Grandmother..."

The platinum-haired boy called out, and the crazy old lady stopped instantly.

She turned her head and looked at the platinum-haired boy in a daze.

"Are you... Narcissa's child?"

Without waiting for the platinum-haired boy to nod, she said to herself: "Yes, you can tell from your platinum-haired hair that you are from the Malfoy family."

"You have grown up so big in the blink of an eye!"

Mrs. Black's face was filled with a bright smile.

As long as it was pure blood, her attitude would not be bad.

What's more, the one in front of her had the blood of the Black family.

Even if it was only a portrait of memory, she couldn't help but feel happy from the bottom of her heart.

"Kreacher, go clean up the house! You dirty lazy bastard!"

"Yes, mistress!" Kreacher took a deep look at the platinum-haired boy, snapped his fingers, and disappeared from sight.

"Little Malfoy, come here and let me take a good look!"

"How is your mother these years? Is the Malfoy family okay?"

"You are the first person to come to the Black old house in so many years. You can walk around more in the future. After all... after all..."

Mrs. Black seemed to have thought of something and sighed faintly.

Since Sirius and Bella were arrested, Regulus died at the hands of the Inferi.

The huge Black family couldn't even find a suitable heir.

In addition to Sirius and Bella, the highest in line is Narcissa, followed by Draco!

"Good boy, did Narcissa ask you to come?"

Mrs. Black was not confused. She knew that the Black family had not been visited for a long time.

It is impossible for someone to come for no reason.

She took the initiative to ask.

The platinum-haired boy thought for a moment: "My mother asked me to come here. She asked me to get something."

"Something? Wait a minute."

"Kreacher! Come here!"

Mrs. Black's disgust for Sirius was unimaginable.

She would rather throw away the things at home than leave them to him.

Snap!

With a light sound, Kreacher appeared in the corridor wearing a tattered shirt.

"Madam, what do you want?"

"Little Malfoy needs an item from the Black old house. Go get it for him."

"Yes, Madam." Kreacher lowered his eyebrows and asked.

"I wonder what Master Malfoy wants?"

The platinum-haired boy looked at him carefully and turned to look at Mrs. Black.

As if he was about to say something.

But the next second, a pale green light lit up!

"Soul out of the body!"

Mrs. Black was stunned by the scene in front of her!

She didn't know why the little Malfoy in front of her suddenly took action!

The Black family no longer had a suitable heir, and everything here would be his sooner or later!

Moreover, I have already agreed to his request, why... why did it turn out like this?

The platinum-haired boy, or Argus, shook his head regretfully.

"Is there something wrong with my acting skills?"

"No, Kreacher and Mrs. Black have never seen Draco's current temper."

"It should be that Kreacher can't feel the blood contract from me. Although the polyjuice potion can change a person's appearance, it can't change a person's blood."

"Mrs. Black is just a painting. If she can't feel the blood, Kreacher will be different."

"Even if the Black blood in Draco is thin, it is still the blood of the Black family."

"But it doesn't matter."

Ignoring Mrs. Black's screams and curses beside him, Argus raised his wand and asked Kreacher to take down the locket hanging around his neck.

In the original book, this locket did not impose any curse, but Argus was unwilling to gamble.

Anyway, Kreacher has been controlled by himself, so there is no need to take risks himself.

Kreacher's eyes were dull and he took out the locket.

The ancient locket was covered with traces of time, but there was no stain.

It was obviously because Kreacher cleaned it frequently.

After confirming that it was safe, Yagus put the locket into his pocket.

"The first Horcrux is in hand, and the next one is the diary."

"It's a pity that the Black family's collection cannot be obtained by the way, otherwise we would really make a lot of money this time."

It’s not that Yagus doesn’t want to take it.

He is the one who knows that the treasures of pure-blood families are not that simple.

In order to prevent theft or robbery, many things and books have powerful curses on them.

If you are not careful, you may fall on it.

Even a top wizard like Dumbledore was half-dead by the Gaunt family's curse in the original book.

I'm still young, so I really don't need to take risks.

What's more, Narcissa and Draco are both heirs of the Black family, and Sirius can also operate it.

There are so many risk-free ways, so why risk your life?

"Avada eats the big melon!"

An Avada Kedavra killed Kreacher.

The strength of house elves has always been a mystery.

But what is certain is that it cannot be underestimated.

Taking Dobby as an example, he seemed to be submissive to Lucius, but once he was free, he could easily be taken down with a snap of his fingers.

Silent and wandless, he can also apparate at will.

These few points alone can kill most wizards.

If Argus hadn't used Draco's identity and Mrs. Black's order, coupled with a sneak attack.

If you want to get the locket, you probably have to do what most time-travelers do and fish for corpses.

Argus glanced at Mrs. Black, who was still cursing, and wanted to set her on fire.

But thinking that Mrs. Black would have other uses in the future, she thought about it and ignored it.

Walk straight out of Blake's old house.