Chapter 237 Potion for the Soul

After taking the book, Sirius carefully led the two back the same way.

It wasn't until he left the corridor leading to the library that the seriousness on Sirius' face disappeared, and he began to talk and laugh about magic with Harry and Hermione.

"Speaking of which, I was best at spells back then, and I was the main force in making the Marauder's Map," Sirius sighed reminiscently,

"Your father is better at transfiguration, Harley. Your father contributed a lot to the fact that we were able to become Animagus."

"Remus is better at Defense Against the Dark Arts, especially in dealing with dark creatures. He is a first-class master."

"As for that damned traitor," Sirius paused when he said this, and let out a cold snort of disdain,

"He is best at potions. Although his level is much lower than that of Snotlite, he was still at the top of Hogwarts at that time."

"Forget it, don't mention him, it's disgusting to say it..."

At this time, several people happened to come near the kitchen, and Sirius subconsciously glanced into the kitchen.

He suddenly let out an angry roar: "Kreacher! What are you doing!"

Then Sirius rushed into the kitchen and yanked open the cupboard that had just been closed.

A very old house-elf was lifted out by Sirius with one hand, and a lot of sundries poured out of the cupboard at the same time.

Apparently these items, including a quaint music box and an Order of Merlin 1st Class, had been hastily stuffed into the cupboard by the house-elf.

The house elf was very old, and his skin was wrinkled, several times more than his body actually needed.

Its head is bald, but there are a lot of white hairs growing out of its two big bat-like ears.

This look reminded Harry of some poor pirates he cursed, but those pirates had green onions and coriander growing out of their ears.

This house elf has a big nose, like a pig's nose, and the big eyes above are a little bloodshot and seem to be full of anger.

"Kreacher, you damn old bastard, do you really want to hang your head on the wall!" Sirius roared angrily,

"You actually ruined the results of my hard work for another week! Why! Take! Those! Garbage! Pick them up!"

On uttering the last words, Sirius roared out in almost a one-word, one-word roar.

But Kreacher didn't seem to hear it, and muttered in his hoarse, low-pitched voice like a bullfrog:

"...Oh, it turns out that he is a wimpy young master, and he still smells like a sewer and a criminal."

"Old Kreacher poor mistress, it took so much effort to drive the kitten out of the noble snakes, and the kitten came back with a pack of mudbloods."

"Oh, old Kritch forgot, it's not just mudbloods, the wimpy young master also brought back bastards and werewolves..."

"Oh, a werewolf! The old house of the noble Black family actually has a werewolf, what should the mistress think of old Kreacher..."

Before Kreacher finished speaking, he was thrown forcefully by Sirius and fell to the ground.

Sirius pulled out his wand violently: "Kreacher! Who allowed you to insult my relatives and friends!"

"If you want to chop off your head and hang it on the wall like your ancestors, just say so! I can grant your wish!"

Hermione took a step back in surprise, and subconsciously grabbed Harry's robe.

The last time she saw Sirius get so angry was when Sirius met Peter Pettigrew.

"How could it be? Kreacher will continue to serve the noble Black family."

Kreacher got up, bowed cautiously, and then continued to mutter in a voice that could be heard by the whole kitchen,

"...The wimpy young master can do whatever he likes, and old Kreacher has no right to stop him."

"But Kreacher can't watch him destroy the nobility of the pure blood of the Black family... Oh, old Kreacher, poor mistress, what should Kreacher do?"

"Hmph!" Sirius snorted coldly, "The nobility of a pure blood? There is a fart nobility of a pure blood surname!"

"I really want my old mother to see with her own eyes how I live happily in this house."

"Harry, Hermione, let's go. This is the Kreacher I told you about, a crazy house-elf."

With that said, Sirius turned around and was about to leave, after all, he was just talking about it.

Really let him follow the family custom, cut off Kreacher's head and hang it on the wall, Sirius really couldn't do it.

But Harry didn't leave, but stared at the cupboard where Kreacher lived.

The door of the cupboard was open, and there was a lot of rags in it, and there were many messy sundries.

And among those sundries, there is a locket, a locket of simple style.

Harry looked at the locket for a few seconds, then flexed his fingers slightly, and the spider silk instantly pulled the locket out of the cupboard.

After seeing this scene, Kreacher, who was still very quiet, wailed and rushed up like crazy.

Sirius frowned, and stretched out his hand to stop Kreacher.

But the spider silk was one step faster than him, directly tying Kreacher in mid-air.

The locket also stopped in front of Harry, and slowly rotated in mid-air.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Seeing Kreacher being stopped, Sirius no longer paid attention to it, but watched Harry's every move curiously.

Harry didn't speak, just pointed to the locket in front of him.

The locket was wiped clean, in stark contrast to the dingy cabinet.

The locket was the size of an egg, made of silver throughout, and worn with a silver chain.

There is a large s-shaped imprint in the center of the locket, which is made into the shape of a snake and is completely made of pure green gemstones.

A large number of gorgeous runes are also drawn in other positions of the locket, and the materials used are also extremely precious.

But that's beside the point, there are more gems in the Potter family's treasure trove than that.

Harley focuses on the powerful magic on the locket, and the incongruity in it.

"What's wrong with this locket?" Sirius followed Harry's fingers with his gaze, and moved closer to him curiously.

He still wanted to touch it with his hand, but Harry stopped him with his hand, so he could only observe carefully not far away.

"Sirius, is this a treasure passed down from your family?"

Hermione couldn't help asking when she saw the snake-shaped S and the snake-shaped pattern on the locket.

"No, I have no impression of this locket at all. And if it's from the Black family, the symbol on it should be B."

Sirius frowned and said, "This is a common practice, common sense of all pure-blood families."

"Pure-blood families all have their favorite animals. For example, the Malfoy family likes white peacocks, and they even use white peacocks as their family emblem."

"While the Black family loves greyhounds, Ka Fai is a shield decorated with a mountain symbol, two five-pointed stars and a short sword, with two leaping greyhounds on either side of the shield, and also loves snakes because of Slytherin. "

"But when we use decorations, we definitely use the initial B of the surname Blake, and not the initial S of the snake."

"If this style is a treasure of a pure-blooded family, it probably has a surname starting with S."

"Let me think about...surnames starting with S...Selwyn, I can only think of one Selwyn."

"So Harry, what's wrong with this locket?" Sirius turned to look at Harry,

"If you like the gems on this locket, there are many more in the Black family, you can choose whatever you want."

"This pendant has been touched by Kreacher's dirty hands, so it's not worth collecting."

"No, I don't like the gems on it." Harry shook his head while confirming the identity of the locket.

Although I don't know which pure-blood family's treasure it is, it is probably Voldemort's Horcrux.

Professor Dumbledore mentioned that Voldemort created a lot of Horcruxes.

And Harley got a Horcrux crown in the Room of Requirement. After studying the diadem, she also confirmed that it was Voldemort's Horcrux.

Although the memory in that soul fragment is completely different from the appearance of Voldemort that Harry knew, but the memory can deceive people, the appearance can deceive people, but the soul can't.

Harry compared it with the crazy soul fragment he had in his possession, and recalled Voldemort's diary Horcrux in the second grade.

The core breath of the three is the same, although they have different situations and are placed in different environments, they all come from the same source in essence.

"Godfather, please ask Kreacher where he got this locket." Harry said softly.

After hesitating for a while, Harry added: "This should be a dark item left by Voldemort, at least it has something to do with Voldemort."

Hearing that it was a dark magic item left by Voldemort, Sirius, who was about to reach out to touch it, was taken aback and took a few steps back.

Hermione also instantly gave up the idea of ​​putting this exquisite locket in her hand to play with, and felt that this locket was no longer exquisite, but had become extremely ugly.

Sirius turned his head to look at Kreacher, and asked eagerly, "Kreacher, where did this locket come from?"

But Kreacher just stared at Sirius with hatred eyes, unwilling to say a word.

"Kreacher, I order you! Now! Immediately! Immediately! Tell me the origin of this locket!"

Sirius emphasized his tone, pressing for more content.

Under the shackles of magic, Kreacher opened his mouth with difficulty and said:

"This is... this is... this locket is... a relic left by Master Regulus!"

Sirius was stunned for a moment, and the wand in his hand fell to the ground.

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Sirius brought Kreacher back to the living room, and began to ask about Regulus in detail.

After all, Regulus was the closest and most caring person to Sirius in this family.

Under constant pressure from Sirius, Kreacher finally spoke the truth.

It begins with Regulus following the advice of old Mrs. Black and joining the Death Eaters.

This time, Sirius didn't let him speak directly to the main point, didn't reprimand Kreacher, but listened carefully.

Kreacher quickly says that Regulus told himself that Voldemort needs a house-elf, and ends up talking about seeing Regulus being dragged into the water while he Apparates and leaves the cave with the real locket .

Kreacher gets more and more sad as he talks, and by the second half of the story, he will stop and cry every now and then, or hit his head on the floor.

The portrait of Sirius' mother hanging behind a velvet drapery was awakened once to a stream of invective.

But Sirius was not polite, he directly sealed his old mother's mouth when he got the spell, and drew the velvet curtain directly.

"Master Regulus ordered Kreacher to destroy this locket!" Kreacher said at the end of the story,

"Kreacher tried various methods, including burning it with fire, smashing it with a hammer, or using various spells, but it couldn't be done!"

"Oh, damn Kreacher, it goes against what Master Regulus said, Kreacher is really bad for house-elves!"

As he spoke, Kreacher began to slam his head against the corner of the table again, but was pulled away by Professor Lupine.

And Sirius didn't notice this scene at all, he slumped on the chair weakly.

Sirius's not-so-young face was full of pain, his eyes were lifeless, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and the wand he picked up again fell to the ground again.

"Regulus...my brother...how do you..." Sirius muttered to himself, turning a blind eye to outside voices.

Professor Lu Ping's face was solemn. With his Defense Against the Dark Arts level and life experience, he could naturally see the seriousness of this matter.

And Hermione's eyes were also a little bright, obviously a young man who became a Death Eater at the request of his parents woke up, and turned against the Death Eaters, even at the expense of his own life.

There was also a strange light in Harry's eyes, but she focused on the pot of potion.

"Drinking it will make people feel extremely painful, it will make life worse than death, and it may remind you of the most painful time in your life."

Harry pondered over and over in his heart, "However, there will be no scars on the body itself, and there will be no signs of poisoning..."

"Is it a potion for the spirit or spirit body? It makes people feel painful... the pain that is worse than death..."

Harry's hand unconsciously reached into his pocket, which contained a large amount of potion ingredients, and he could prepare a unique potion on the spot that could restore his strength.

Isn't this kind of stimulus what she lacks now?

Harry felt that he should find a chance to take a look at that mysterious cave.

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(Thanks to the "book friend with tail number 0882" and "Nine-Tailed Flame Fox" for their rewards!)