Chapter 170 Grimmauld Place (Part 3)
Jian Yu never imagined that a small locket could be used to replace something with another.
She looked at the locket in her hand. It was the size of an egg, with the same S as the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets painted on it, and was inlaid with many small emeralds.
Almost the moment she picked it up, she confirmed that this was the real locket. There were soul fragments inside it, like a beating little heart.
It was trying to influence her emotions, trying to make her fearful and irritable... and finally controlling her... and seeing that it was unsuccessful... it increased its strength...
At the same time, Voldemort's soul slice was quietly gnawing at her, making her body itchy.
This made Jian Yu very unhappy.
Is it your emotion that you are trying to influence?
Is it your soul? Do you really want to take a bite of it?
She imagined the scene where the noseless bald monster lay on her and said, "My fellow inmate, you smell so good."
Her stomach churned and she felt like vomiting.
Furious, she controlled Mo Moran to wrap the locket, deciding to give the man a taste of his own medicine.
Isn't it just fear?
Come on, let’s scare each other!
The locket began to tremble, and the gold chain shrank into a ball, looking weak, pitiful and helpless in her palm.
It didn't dare to move, and the soul fragments shrank back and became very obedient.
Jian Yu expressed satisfaction with this.
"Why do you say it's Regulus' locket?" she asked the elf.
Kreacher sobbed, tears streaming down her face like streams, and then she heard a story about a rebellion against Voldemort.
"The Master asked Kreacher to take him to the cave... He switched the Dark Lord's locket... He drank the potion... Kreacher watched him..."
"Kreacher tried everything but couldn't destroy it... The mistress went mad with grief... Kreacher couldn't tell her what happened..."
"Master Regulus forbade him to tell any of his f-fathers what happened in the grotto—"
It collapsed to the ground, howling in pain, then turned over and pointed the fire poker at its own head.
Jian Yu stopped it from hitting itself in anger in time.
She had discovered the bug in its speech.
House elves cannot disobey their masters' orders, and Kreacher certainly cannot say to a member with the last name Black -
But it could tell her.
It also meant she could tell other people.
"If you don't mind, I'll tell them about Regulus."
"As for his last wish...this locket, we will take care of it."
Kreacher raised his head excitedly and hesitantly, and began to calculate the master-servant rules of the house-elves, muttering:
"Master Regulus ordered Kreacher not to tell the family - the young lady is not a family member - Kreacher did not violate the order -"
"Miss, tell your family about Master Regulus - Miss is not Kreacher - Kreacher did not disobey orders -"
The logic makes sense.
It let out an excited scream, its knees went weak, and it could not even stand. It bowed to Jian Yu with its head almost touching the ground:
"A kind lady! She is happy to help Kreacher fulfill Master Regulus's orders!"
"She can fix the locket! Kreacher doesn't know how to thank her!"
......
Meanwhile, Dumbledore was in a state of panic.
Recognized as the greatest white wizard of our time, he also has extensive knowledge and understanding of black magic.
Therefore, after returning Regulus's body, he immediately began to study the loot locket intensively.
He knew that this locket must not be opened easily.
In addition to a small piece of soul, it must contain Voldemort's profound dark magic to prevent the Horcrux from being harmed -
It is very likely that the moment it is opened, it will backfire on the person who comes in, making life worse than death.
So he opened "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" for the umpteenth time, reading its contents over and over again, trying to guess what magic might be used.
"After making a Horcrux, the way to make the soul complete is to repent, but this kind of pain will destroy a person -"
Close the book.
Dumbledore thought he had made all the preparations, and he stared at the locket eagerly.
But he found something unusual.
How come this locket has no traces of advanced black magic?
Could it be that Voldemort's achievements in dark magic have reached such a pinnacle?
Back to basics, hiding the dark magic and soul fragments so that no one can see them?
Dumbledore looked serious.
It was late at night, so he decided to take a rest for a night and recharge his batteries before trying again to deal with the tricky locket.
But before he had fallen asleep for two minutes, he was awakened by the silver-white guardian of obscurity.
This startled him so much that he sat up straight up from the bed, almost letting out a sharp explosion!
The sudden appearance of the patron saint in the middle of the night meant that his child must have had an accident at Blake's place!
This is to ask for his help!
He knew that this reckless Blake would not be able to raise a child well! At least he's not as good as Snape in taking care of children!
Without even having time to change into his pajamas, he jumped out of bed, holding his waist and ran straight to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
"Jade, what happened – the locket?"
Dumbledore, who was wearing pajamas with stars and moons, was stunned.
......
Late at night, the old Black house was brightly lit.
The two lockets lay quietly on the round table.
After listening to Regulus's experience, Dumbledore sighed, Sirius covered his face, and Kreacher had fainted.
As for Harry - he was sent back to the house on the grounds that children need sleep to grow taller.
"Maybe I never really understood him - he was always like that in my impression - a good kid who listened to his parents."
Sirius finally shed tears, his shirt was soaked:
"How dare he swap the Dark Lord's things? I thought he wouldn't dare... If I knew him better, would he come to me for help..."
He didn't look like he was going to recover all of a sudden.
It seemed that his brother's rebellion against Voldemort had had a greater psychological impact on him than the recovery of his body.
Jian Yu picked up the fake locket and found that it was smaller than the real one, had no pattern or logo, and lacked the s mark.
It's just a shell and doesn't contain any profound magic.
She delicately opened the lid of the box, only to find a folded piece of parchment tucked tightly into the space where the portrait had been.
Dumbledore, who was always paying attention to her movements, suddenly felt a toothache.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be a clown.
It’s a good thing that he reread “The Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic” several times!
He actually spent a long time studying an ordinary box!
If Jian Yu hadn’t discovered the secret in time, his research manuscript would have been halfway finished!
But this child... is so respectful to the house-elves... her character is truly noble!
If she hadn't convinced Kreacher, who would have known about Regulus' deeds?
Perhaps they will have to spend quite some time searching for the real locket!
Dumbledore couldn't help but praise his own child in his heart.
Jian Yu had already pulled out the parchment, but found that it was a letter from Regulus.
"I think you need to see this?"
Jane hung the locket around the unconscious Kreacher's neck and handed the note to Sirius.
He took it with difficulty, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and read softly:
"To the Dark Lord: I will be dead before you read this. But I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.
"I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible. I risked my life in the hope that you would be killed if you met your match."
Sirius clenched the parchment so tightly that veins popped out on the back of his hands, and leaned back against the back of the armchair.
"He is a truly brave man—his soul will go on—"
Dumbledore sighed and comforted him softly.
I have to say that Sirius is indeed a strong-willed man.
He closed his eyes, and after a long silence, his tears finally stopped.
He suddenly stood up from the chair, opened his bloodshot eyes, and even raised an unruly smile at the corner of his mouth:
"There's nothing to cry about - I'm proud of him - he finally made a choice - he's very brave -"
He looked around, raised his head slightly, and said with a hint of pride and mockery:
"Now returning to this house isn't so unbearable - it's been occupied by two anti-Voldemort men!"
"Two unfilial sons in one family. It's a pity that my mother is dead. She should have taken a good look at the good sons she gave birth to!"
Sirius looked around and his gaze finally stopped on Jian Yu. He smiled slightly.
He strode up to her, took her arm, and rubbed her head in the same way she rubbed a dog:
"Well, Jade! You brought back Regulus and discovered the secret of the locket. You are the smartest and bravest person I have ever met!"
He thanked her and pulled her up, trying to show her around the house.
He seemed his old self again, and now he was as exuberant as a husky showing off buried bones:
"I'm the boss of this house, take whatever you like!"
He put his arm around her shoulders and pushed her up the stairs to a collection shelf:
"My great-great-grandfather's entire collection of books, his silver snuffbox... and my great-great-grandmother's jewelry... my mother's vase..."
Judging from his demeanor, one has to say that Kreacher’s description of him as a “prodigal son” is extremely accurate.
I'm afraid that if his ancestors knew about this, they would be so angry that they would come back to life.
At least his great-great-grandfather, the former headmaster Phineas Black, had already cursed in the portrait.
The other current headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was staring at Sirius's hand.
Where to put your hands?
Pull the arm?
Pat on the head?
Still want to put your arm around her shoulders?
Sirius Black, do you want to check how old you are?
At this age, you can be her father. Is that appropriate?
Dumbledore's face gradually became kind.
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