harleyscars Chapter 226 The Mad Woman's Trace
Chapter 226 The Mad Woman's Trace
Chapter 226 The Mad Woman's Trace
"Master Regulus was a handsome, distinguished, wise and brave man"
Kreacher's hoarse voice echoed in the decaying mansion of NO.12 Grimmauld Place.
"Master Regulus knows what Black's surname means, and he also knows what his pure blood means. Unlike Master Sirius, Master Sirius is a bad boy, and his unruly behavior hurts me. Mistress' Heart"
There will be no false words after drinking Veritaserum, at least not on Kreacher. Sirius opened his mouth, but he quickly restrained himself. Regarding these words, he could only shrug helplessly and use His eyes told others that the reason why he hated the Black family and this family was because of such an unpleasant family atmosphere.
Kreacher continued after complaining about Sirius.
"Master Regulus has often talked about the Dark Lord for many years. The Dark Lord wants wizards to no longer hide, but to stand up and rule Muggles and their descendants. This is what should be done, and It used to be the same."
"He joined the Dark Lord's organization, he was so proud. So proud and happy to be able to serve for this great change."
"One day after a year, Master Regulus came to visit Kreacher in the kitchen. Master Regulus has always liked Kreacher. Master Regulus said, "
A proud smile appeared on Kreacher's dazed, supposedly dazed face.
"...he said the Dark Lord needed a pixie."
"Master Regulus contributed Kreacher. It was an honor, Master Regulus said, an honor both for himself and for Kreacher, who forbade him to do everything the Dark Lord asked him to do, and then— go home."
"So Kreacher went to the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord didn't tell Kreacher what to do, but took Kreacher to the sea—"
Suddenly, Kreacher let out a shrill scream, holding his head and twitching on the ground, his two bloodshot eyes almost bursting out, even Dumbledore couldn't stop him waving his wand quickly.
"Sirius!" Dumbledore said hastily. "Keep him quiet and give him the most serious and direct orders."
"I, Sirius Black, the last and only heir to the Black family, now formally order you, Kreacher."
It seemed that Sirius' words were indeed effective, and Kreacher's painful struggle gradually eased.
"Respect, Master Sirius"
Kreacher bowed deeply to Sirius, squashing his nose against the damp, moldy floor.
Sirius glanced at Dumbledore, then said to Kreacher, "What happened just now."
"Miss Bellatrix won't let me say some things."
"Then what if I want you to tell me?" Sirius said forcefully.
"Kreacher believes that since Master Sirius has been erased from the family tree by the mistress, he should not inherit everything from the ancient and noble Black family. Only Miss Bellatrix and even Miss Narcissa Yes, but Master Sirius is of the old and noble Black blood."
These rebellious words made Sirius laugh angrily. He was indeed erased from the genealogy, but the blood flowing in his body forced Kreacher to admit his status against his will.
"Then say what you can say." Sirius waved his robe angrily, he didn't dislike how dirty the dusty table was, and sat on half of his buttocks.
"Yes, Kreacher has something to say, before I could tell Miss Bellatrix everything about Master Regulus, she interrupted Kreacher impatiently, and... "
Kreacher's big eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
"Also took Master Regulus' locket."
"After Kreacher came home, Kreacher told Master Regulus everything, but from then on, Master became very worried...very worried."
Kreacher's voice became even hoarse, as if he was fighting back the pain.
"Master Regulus told Kreacher to hide and not leave the house, and then...after a while,...one night, Master Regulus came to the cupboard to look for Kreacher."
"At that time, Master Regulus looked weird, not like usual, and Kreacher could see that he was very upset. The master asked Kreacher to take him back, to the place where the Dark Lord took Kreacher."
"Master Regulus took out a locket from his pocket, and replaced the one that the Dark Lord kept inside"
At this moment, cloudy tears were left in the empty eyes, and Kreacher began to sob intermittently.
"He ordered - Kreacher to leave - leave him alone."
"He ordered - Kreacher to go home - not to tell the mistress what he had done."
"He ordered - Kreacher to destroy - the locket."
"Then Master Regulus stayed there forever and was dragged underwater full of monsters."
"Kreacher couldn't leave a trace on it."
"Kreacher tried everything, and none of them worked."
"There are many powerful magics on it. Kreacher thinks it can only be destroyed from the inside, but it can't be opened"
"But Miss Bellatrix said she could open it"
"After she saw Master Regulus' locket, Miss Bellatrix was so excited that she almost didn't sleep well for several days. She praised Kreacher, although before that she scolded Kreacher and Master Regulus' betrayal, but she soon changed her mind."
"She was very happy, very happy, and she asked Kreacher to do many things for her, but Kreacher couldn't say anything"
The old elf took a step back slightly, his silent eyes were still staring blankly at the front, after everything was finished, he murmured and kept muttering: "Kreacher can't say. Can't say. Can't say. "
Dumbledore dropped a drop of potion into Kreacher's mouth, and then waved his wand, making the elf sleep peacefully.
After finishing the aftermath, the old man turned around, and he met Sirius' eyes full of disbelief and astonishment.
"It shouldn't be," said Sirius.
"It really shouldn't be." There was even a bit of ridicule in his tone, "Is this what my weak brother did?"
"I know he wants to quit the Death Eaters later on, and I know he died at the hands of Voldemort, but why is that?"
Sirius, who was in a mess in his mind, pushed open the door of this room, and the people who followed him saw him coming to the other end of the corridor on the second floor.
Sirius stood in front of a deeply scratched wooden door, on which hung a handsome little sign with the following words written in impartial handwriting:
'No entry without my express permission - Regulus Arcturus Black. '
Sirius directly broke into this room that had already lost its owner.
Silver and green can be seen everywhere. These two colors are the main colors of this room, covering the bed, walls and windows. The motto of 'The Black family is always pure' is carefully painted on the bedside. Lined with irregular collages, the reports on it were all about Voldemort, the handsome figure before Voldemort officially set off the black storm.
This was undoubtedly the room of a loyal admirer of Voldemort. Anyone who looked carefully at this room could clearly know that this feeling was what Sirius thought in his heart, and the appearance of his younger brother Regulus he knew in memory.
Sirius walked to a dusty desk with a faded photo frame on it. It was a group photo of the Quidditch players. Regulus sat in the middle smiling and waving, which was what Sirius remembered.
But these familiar things are so strange at this moment. After hearing Kreacher's incomplete words, Sirius seems to see a younger brother who is completely different from everything shown on the outside.
"Professor, do you think Bellatrix will go there?"
"Very likely, I think so."
Dumbledore nodded, and Ron could guess the answer within his expectations. After all, in the memory world of the Pensieve, they once witnessed Voldemort's childhood together.
"I think the only thing related to the sea is the seaside where they traveled. At that time, he also threatened the two children."
"Tom is a nostalgic person." Dumbledore shook his head, "But this is really helping us a lot."
"Professor Dumbledore, and Ron." Sirius, who seemed to have recovered, turned around suddenly, "Do you know the location of that place?"
"Although it may not be accurate, but the place can probably be found. After all, we have already destroyed four Horcruxes. If we say that we don't care about the remaining few, then it must be a lie."
"Then let's go."
Dumbledore stretched out his hand to Fox, who was dozing in Ron's arms, and the phoenix gracefully jumped onto his arm, and then nodded in agreement.
The familiar flames enveloped them again, and in an instant, the old house at No. 12 Grimmauld Place returned to its former appearance, but the elves who had been living here did not wander around the dilapidated house like before. At home, he was falling into a dream, sleeping deeply.
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A salty smell of the sea permeated the air, and the weather by the sea was much clearer than that in the center of London. There were no gloomy dark clouds here, and the sea breeze brought cool moisture, which shook their spirits. .
After crossing an unknown distance, Fox led them to a dilapidated place that could barely be called a village. The location they arrived at was outside the village, and it was full of overgrown plants and gravel. and weeds made a rough and uncomfortable clearing.
"The sea is over there, let's go there."
Dumbledore glanced at the village that probably had no one living there, and the four of them got on their broomsticks and flew towards the sea not far away.
The expected beach did not appear. When they saw the water of the Atlantic Ocean, there was a high cliff in front of them.
The cliff wall, barren of grass, is broken and steep, and at the bottom of the cliff, the reef that has been rubbed into a rounded arc by the waves is submerged in the white foam rolled up by the waves.
With the bright light, they sat on the broom and easily found an inconspicuous crack at the bottom of the cliff. Looking at the whole cliff, there is only one place associated with the word 'cave' .
Dumbledore waved his wand and cast a few spells, and then they flew towards the crack carefully. This is a crack located in an extremely dangerous position. Unless you are very good at rock climbing, the dangerous waters that this ship cannot approach are going to this crack A barrier like a moat.
It's hard to imagine how the 11-year-old Voldemort brought the other two Muggle children here. Before he learned magic, he was able to use the crude method he found to achieve such a level. Calling it brilliant is not Too much.
They approached the crack carefully, and the splashes from the waves on the reef wet the hem of their robes. As they advanced, the crack turned into a dark tunnel, and it was difficult for the sun to shine in here. They all looked dark.
Flying forward for about tens of meters, a step suddenly appeared in front of them. Walking along the steps, you can walk into a cave, where the sun will never shine. Fly out and float in mid-air.
The bright light illuminated the cave, and a series of obvious footprints appeared in the cave that no one had visited for a long time.
The footprints were big and small. It was obvious that Bellatrix asked Kreacher to bring her here, but the small footprints were already blurred. Pointing straight to a wall of the cave.
The four of them stopped here one after another. Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and he pressed his palm on the rock wall, as if he was examining something carefully.
After about a minute or two, Dumbledore shook his head in disappointment.
"This is too low-level."
He said without interest, "We need to pay a little price to pass the customs here, it should be right, it's blood."
The old man sighed: "This is too low-level. I thought Tom would become even more powerful after he left Hogwarts and became the Dark Lord. But his vision is still short-sighted."
"There are many things that are much more terrifying than physical injury, but he still indulges in the vulgar taste of creating pain."
As he said that, he took out a silver knife from his pocket. Ron had reason to suspect that it was temporarily transformed by Dumbledore with a silver box. No normal person would carry a knife with him!
"Professor, are you going to sacrifice your life to open the door for us?"
"This is really touching!"
As he said that, Ron took out his own chainsaw, "It will hurt me to stab myself with a knife, go on the chainsaw, this effect is good, although it is scary, but my hands are fast, and I will burp in an instant, and I will definitely kill you Help you finish before you feel the pain."
"Fuck you!"
Dumbledore, who hit Ron's head with his wand, stared angrily at the smirking brat, "It's just a little blood, but it's not life! It's a pity that you little bastard doesn't become the Dark Lord!"
"Is this the answer that normal people can come up with?"
Neville and Sirius, who saw Dumbledore swearing for the first time, stared at Dumbledore in a daze. With such skilled beating techniques, it is estimated that Ron was often beaten behind his back.
"Pay attention to your image, professor, pay attention to your image!"
"Don't be like Mr. LeMay who always gives me some wrong identity, what kind of Dark Lord, don't defile people's innocence for no reason!"
"By the way." Ron rubbed the bump on his head, and then turned the chainsaw back into a wand. "Blood is necessary?"
"Sometimes, harm is unavoidable."
Dumbledore shrugged, "We need the key."
"But did he do what he wanted soon after seeing the blood? The door is locked, wouldn't it be good to kick it open? I have seen alchemy door locks that are a hundred times more evil than this in alchemy. Compared with those demons, he is the Dark Lord. Alchemists are not cruel at all."
"Excuse me, let me kick the door."
A magic power invisible to the naked eye but clearly perceivable was constantly surging and brewing, and the robe that Ron stretched out was blown up by the invisible wind.
"The spell is not omnipotent, but it works wonders, right Professor?"
Ron grinned, and with the veins popping out of his forehead he wasn't cute at all.
"All curses end!"
The front end of the slender wand spewed out a beam of turbulent blue light thicker than a human waist, like a fully charged magic light cannon, and the spell that blasted on the rock wall instantly pushed away the rock disguised by magic. It revealed the access control magic that was constantly fighting against the spell inside.
Countless filamentary segments were violently crushed, and the torrent of spells erased the magic left by Voldemort here.
After a moment of stalemate, the door blocking the blue light was pierced instantly, and the spell blasted into it exploded a huge blue ripple, illuminating the even larger dark space behind the wall.
The sound of the iron chain vibrating echoed endlessly, and the sound of boiling water came from inside.
"It's safer that way, isn't it?"
No matter what kind of magic Bellatrix has arranged behind the door, under the scrubbing of this terrible spell, everything will be in vain.
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(End of this chapter)