Chapter 531 Locket

Loren copied the magic text accordingly, and the last stroke connected the entire characters end to end, like a coiled ouroboros.

There are several similar magic words displayed on the parchment paper. The strokes are complex and bent and twisted. The whole paper looks messy, but the main body of each character's ink is dark black, and the edges of the paper are dyed blue, exuding a light plant fragrance. Revealing mysterious beauty.

He copied seventeen magic words from the locket, and was able to identify thirteen of them. The other four could only be compared with rubbings, and he tried to outline them with unicorn hair several times, but the result was unclear. Can't judge the magic reaction.

Salazar Slytherin may have been the last user of these ancient magic words. Even Flamel could not identify them. He only said that he had seen them in a notebook introducing ancient magic relics, and now he was shrinking in them. I shut myself up in the book of fantasy and searched for information.

Loren rubbed his brows. It was easy to destroy the Horcrux. He could chop it with Gryffindor's sword, burn it with fire, or stab it with a basilisk fang. However, as an alchemist, he still wanted to figure out this... What magic is hidden in the locket?

Moreover, Daisy Doddridge, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron in the time gap, once mentioned Salazar Slytherin. He knew the dusty history and prophecies about war, and might have left some clues in the locket. Or revelation.

Damn Voldemort, damn the sense of ritual, why do you want to make this thing into a Horcrux...

Beside the desk, Hermione looked closely at the locket, thoughtfully: "Slytherin's locket doesn't look special. It's really strange. Gryffindor's sword can absorb magic, and Ravenclaw's crown improves Wisdom, according to Slytherin's character, his locket cannot be so ordinary... There must be something hidden in it, Loren, how do we open it? "

"In Parseltongue."

Loren replied casually, turning his head just in time to see her white fingers poking at the locket, and her eyebrows couldn't help but jump. If it hadn't been for the fact that this thing had not gone wrong in Kreacher's hands for more than ten years, she would definitely Don't dare to touch at will.

"Parseltongue is indeed in line with Slytherin's style. The Chamber of Secrets is opened with Parseltongue, and the Basilisk is also controlled with Parseltongue..." Hermione picked up the chain of the locket and shook it, and the rings collided. There was a slight metallic sound, as weak and dense as a snake's message, "Have you deciphered those magic words? Does it reveal what is hidden inside? Is it important?"

"Deciphering..." Loren was silent for a moment, and glanced down at the magic spells on the paper. Thirteen were known, and four had unknown meanings. The calculations were intermittently, like a line-based problem, which was as painful as a person's brain.

"Just think that I deciphered it..." Loren responded vaguely, "I don't know what's hidden inside. It's probably not a good thing, and the locket can secretly affect people's emotions, making them People become irritable and irritable..."

"No wonder Kreacher is always swearing..." Hermione retracted her hand from touching the locket and shrank her neck, her expression no longer as calm as before, "I hope Dumbledore will come back as soon as possible."

Loren felt that the house elf's state had nothing to do with the locket. He had been brainwashed by misconceptions for a long time and had been accompanied by crazy portraits and paintings for more than ten years. It was normal for his psychological distortions to occur.

"George, Fred! Don't think that I don't know that you are hiding in Harry and Ron's bed. I knocked on the door of your room! Go back to your room and sleep immediately! I have told you many times not to interfere with adults. I really don’t know what you think. There are still a lot of things to do tomorrow, and there is always no one around for cleaning, hiding in the room playing with those pranks... And you two, staying up so late to stay with them What are you talking about?"

Molly's voice sounded like thunder in the corridor, and there was a teleporting magic wave in the next room. It didn't take a guess to know that it was the twins who had just learned to apparate. As the footsteps walked away, the old house gradually became quiet.

"It's time for me to go back."

"Well, in case Ginny wakes up and finds you are not here, I will copy the four runes separately and sleep--"

Loren's words were blocked in her mouth, and her eyes widened slightly.

At some point, Hermione stood up and came closer, pressing her lips against his. The two were so close that he could even see the smile in the man's eyes.

The wand shook, and the girl disappeared, leaving only the sound of the Apparition.

…

A touch of blue-white morning light first appeared in the eastern sky, like a white and gray canvas gradually replacing the dark blue night sky. The sun with its brilliant brilliance slowly rose in the sky. The heat and brightness of late summer came to the world again, awakening the sleeping people. Grimmauld Place.

Boom, boom, boom.

The knock on the door was followed by Molly's gentle voice: "Get up, Loren. If you want to sleep a little longer, breakfast is in the kitchen. After you finish, come to the living room to clean up with us."

"Okay, Mrs. Weasley..."

Loren replied subconsciously. He opened his dazed eyes and saw the mottled oxidized ceiling. He saw a ray of sunlight shining through the window, shining on the desk beside the wall and the parchment on the table. The cold musty smell of this old room seemed It's a lot lighter, maybe he has adapted to it.

It took him a few seconds to focus his eyes, and he recalled the hazy and strange dreams last night.

Four incredibly long snakes twisted themselves into the appearance of magic scripts. They were the four strange magic scripts discovered yesterday. Their mouths were biting their tails, squirming and circulating...

The scene was very strange for a while, and Loren confirmed that it was a nightmare. It was not until the aroma of milk and oatmeal porridge entered his nose and there were some scattered and dragging footsteps in the corridor that he woke up completely.

He spent some time changing clothes and washing up, and went downstairs to the kitchen, where he found Hermione and Ginny were already sitting at the dining table, with Arthur, Bill, Lupin and Sirius next to them.

"How did you sleep last night?" Hermione handed him the tableware and cups.

"Not very well, I had a nightmare..."

Hermione frowned, what did this mean, was he hinting that his goodnight kiss gave him a nightmare?

But Loren didn't care about this. He looked around and found that Tonks and Mundungus were not there. He turned his head to look at the stove and asked casually, "Mr. Weasley, are we the only ones living here?"

Arthur looked up from the newspaper: "It's like this now. In fact, only Remus and Sirius lived here at the beginning. Later, for the convenience of communication, our family moved here... However, other members occasionally stay here for a night when it's inconvenient."

"It's not just for the convenience of communication, but also because Molly understands that Sirius and I have basically no self-care ability and always make a mess here." Lupin smiled gently.

"What about Dumbledore? Will he come here?"

"Many people are watching Dumbledore's whereabouts. In order to deal with the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters, Dumbledore usually only stays in Hogwarts and Godric's Hollow. However, after establishing this place as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, he will come here at least once a week to exchange information and issue subsequent orders."

Loren nodded thoughtfully and asked again: "Has he been here this week? When can we see Dumbledore?"

"Don't worry, Dumbledore specifically told you that he will come here as soon as possible after you arrive."

"Oh, so..."

"It's time to eat."

Molly came out of the stove and brought a pot of hot milk to the table, and the rich aroma of milk filled the room.

…

The waiting time was longer than Loren expected. In the next few days, Molly took them to clean the house. Harry claimed that this was not a big cleanup, but a trivial and complicated war. Those strange magic items and magic pests were resisting stubbornly despite their own strength.

It took them almost a whole morning to eliminate the vixen living in the curtains of the living room.

Vixen is a beetle-like creature. Its shiny wings make an annoying buzzing sound when they flicker. Its needle-like teeth are exposed. Its small and exquisite body is covered with dense black hair. When disturbed, it will clench its four small fists, as if it will punch you angrily in the next second.

Shaking the curtains will alarm the vixen hiding inside. Molly said that when they fly out to attack living people, spray the vixen with spray for at least three seconds, which can paralyze the pests for a while. While they are unable to move due to the drug, throw them into the trash can.

Loren suspected that the vixen was choked and fainted, and it had nothing to do with the insecticide added to the spray.

It was not until after noon that Molly took off her protective scarf and sat down in an armchair with a sunken center.

The curtains no longer made a buzzing sound, they were hanging wetly because too much potion was sprayed. Under them, unconscious vixens were densely packed in the bucket, and in a bowl next to them were their black eggs. Crookshanks sniffed with his nose, and Fred and George looked at them with envy.

They needed the venom of the vixen to develop a quick-acting skipping candy. I heard that there were already coma candy and nasal blood sugar. They were non-toxic and harmless, the symptoms were real, the duration was controllable, and the custodian Madam Pomfrey could not see the flaws...

In the afternoon, I cleaned up the old items in the display cabinet. Many things seemed reluctant to leave the dusty shelves and protested in their own way. Sirius was bitten hard by a silver snuff box.

Ginny opened a music box, and when she wound the spring, it faintly emitted an ominous tinkling melody. Then several people nearby found themselves inexplicably weak and drowsy. Fortunately, Ginny was still clear-headed and quickly closed the lid.

The dress robes in the closet would try to strangle the lone person, and the dusty grandfather clock would shoot hard screws at passers-by...

This gloomy and dim pure-blood family mansion was cleaned and renovated bit by bit. The ancient magic items that were removed were superfluous diseased flesh, but no one knew whether it would usher in a new life or be completely annihilated in the upcoming wave of impact.

Lupin, who once served as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, was the main force of the cleaning and attack, but he did not stay in the house all the time. Occasionally, he would disappear all day long to do some secret missions for the Order of the Phoenix.

There were few group meetings, but there were always members of the Order of the Phoenix rushing in, leaving in a hurry after a few words. Whenever the doorbell rang, the witch portrait behind the curtain in the hall would be awakened. After being repeatedly tempered by the shrill screams and wails, George and Fred claimed that they could face the Howling Banshee calmly, even without a wand.

Snape came a few more times, but Mrs. Weasley tried every means to stop them, so they never met face to face. Professor McGonagall also showed up a few times, she looked very strange in her Muggle clothes and coat...

Tuesday, sunny.

Today, the Black Mansion is relatively quiet. The cleaning task has been basically completed. As the school is about to start, Molly stopped recruiting child labor and asked Loren and others to do their homework well.

Ron sat on the sofa holding a Transfiguration textbook, concentrating on studying Harry's essay hidden in the pages of the book. From time to time, he picked up the parchment placed next to him and drew some marks under his homework topic.

Harry and Ginny got together, calling it the senior students to help guide their homework.

Loren sat next to him, fiddling with a few exquisite magic items curiously, and making some notes in his notebook. There are many strange things in the old house, and some of the strange skills and ideas in it can always inspire people.

Hermione was reviewing the textbooks for the next school year. When she encountered a problem, she asked casually, "Loren, is it easier to understand the basic definition of the existence spell according to the principles of classical magic, or is it easier to understand it according to the principles of modern magic? The book says that both methods are correct?"

"This spell should be understood in conjunction with the previous summoning spell. There is no essential difference between the two principles, but there is a difference in the concept of "existence"..."

Harry and Ron looked up when they heard the question and looked at each other with slightly different expressions, but their eyes were all blank.

"Are you reading some tongue twisters? Why do I know every word separately, but I can't understand it when it's put together?" Ron couldn't help scratching his head, as if he was hurt by some spell, and he was uneasy even copying homework.

"Are we really in the same grade?" Harry also echoed.

"This is the focus of the next school year and an important test point for the O.W.L. exam. "Hermione said coldly without even looking up.

Harry and Ron opened their eyes wide, looking terrified.

Loren couldn't help but smile. Just when he was about to say something, a ding-dong doorbell rang from downstairs. The little wizards subconsciously covered their ears, ready to face the attack of the "Howling Witch", but found that what came into their ears was not the shrill and piercing scream in their impression, but Molly's enthusiastic greeting:

"Dumbledore! You are finally here. How long will you stay today? Will you stay here for dinner?"

Loren and others were slightly startled, and the next second they stood up neatly, threw away the books, paper and pens in their hands, and ran to the hallway in unison.