"Come back to life." Panxi greedily breathed in the rare fresh air, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, revealing a contented smile. If she was to breathe in the stuffy air in this old house again, Panxi would feel that she would May pass out.
She poked her head out of the window slightly, overlooking the desolate scenery of the neighborhood downstairs.
Malfoy went straight to an exquisite fireplace directly in front of the room. To the left and right of the fireplace were two ornate glass cabinets, and one wall was covered with a tapestry of the Black family tree, with pictures on it that branched out. Yes, all the way back to the Middle Ages.
Embroidered on the top of the tapestry were large letters: Noble and Oldest of the House of Black Forever Pure.
"Why is this blanket burnt so many holes? If in my house, after this kind of blanket is burnt, it will be replaced within a day at most. It seems that the rumors about the Black family being rich are all false." Pansy said. Then he walked around behind Malfoy again, followed his gaze, and saw the tapestry that had been burnt through several holes, tilted his head to one side, and said with some disdain.
"For those traitors who betrayed the so-called "family glory", they choose to punish them by removing their names. First, their names are erased from the family tree." Malfoy said lightly.
"Really?" Pansy cast her eyes on the tapestry again and looked at it carefully.
"Oh, I see, Sirius Black must have been imprisoned in Azkaban, so his name is not on it, because people in the family think it is a shame." Pan Xi clapped her hands lightly After a while, she said in a dazed tone, this was the conclusion she came to after staring at the tapestry carefully for a few seconds.
"You may be right." Malfoy didn't want to explain any more, it was unnecessary, and Pansy's deduction was quite reasonable in a sense, so he was still prepared not to discourage Pansy's enthusiasm.
And Malfoy couldn't explain why he knew those so-called truths.
"Stand back a little bit, there may be something strange popping out." Malfoy reminded Pansy behind him, he was about to open these two dirty glass cabinets, and the Horcrux was probably hidden inside. .
Pansy immediately took a few steps back when she heard the words, but still watched Malfoy's movements intently.
"Then be careful, Draco." Pansy reminded aloud.
Sure enough, there were many strange magic items hidden inside, and Malfoy dealt with them carefully. A silver snuffbox seemed to suddenly come to life, and jumped up from the partition, trying to bite his hand, and then was caught A spell shattered into fine silver flakes, and at the same time, a silverware like multi-legged tweezers quickly climbed up Malfoy's arm and went straight to the throat, as if wanting to pierce his skin, but very quickly. He was soon picked up by the wand in Malfoy's hand and flew straight out of the window.
"Why not?" Malfoy frowned involuntarily, and he could see everything in the glass cabinet in front of his eyes. Except for the few offensive objects he had just dealt with, there was only a lot of antiques left. The seal of the palace, some long-corroded short swords, animal claws, coiled snake skin, and a decorative crystal vial with an opal set in it, containing blood.
The last thing he saw was a dusty music box.
Malfoy grabbed it in his hand, twisted the bar slightly, and then the ominous music of Ding Dingdongdong faintly began to play in the music box.
"De..." As soon as Pansy heard this voice, she felt drowsy, her eyes became dazed, and then she yawned, her body began to shake, and she finally leaned back and fell on her back On the soft sand, even Malfoy's name was not finished.
"It's better for you to sleep first." Malfoy said softly, looking at Pansy lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. .
The process of destroying the Horcrux should be kept secret no matter what, whether it is for his own safety or her safety.
Sometimes knowing too much is never a good thing.
Then Malfoy gently closed the lid of the music box, took off the earplugs in his ears, and threw them on the floor.
"Kreacher." Then Malfoy spit out the house-elf's name softly from his mouth.
There was only an explosion-like sound, and Kreacher suddenly appeared in front of Malfoy's eyes, holding a pitch-black brush in his hand, dusty all over his body, and seemed to be cleaning.
"Master Malfoy, what are your orders?" Kreacher asked respectfully.
It seems that he adapted quickly to the arrival of this new owner. If other wizards inherited this old house, it would be impossible for him to get Kreacher's approval so quickly, but Malfoy and the Black family are closely related, and their status He was also a pure blood, so he quickly gained Kreacher's loyalty.
"I order you, Kreacher, you went to a cave more than ten years ago and took a box from there, and I ask you to hand over that box to me." Malfoy stated his purpose very directly, He suddenly realized that he didn't need to search everywhere like a headless chicken. The house elf in front of him was the witness of all Regulus' actions, and he knew all the inside stories.
I only need to give it a strong order to get the truth.
Back then, Regulus sacrificed himself, allowing Kreacher to bring back the Horcrux, and ordered him to destroy the Horcrux.
But how can an ordinary house elf destroy this most evil. Maybe a magical item that has been given protection
Therefore, the Horcrux that caused Regulus to sacrifice his life should be hidden somewhere in this mansion right now, and it is impossible for Kreacher not to know.
"Master Regulus said that Kreacher can't tell anyone in the family...anyone in the family...anything that happened in the cave..." Kreacher heard Malfoy's order, his eyes suddenly lost their luster, and then stammered. Baba, with the deep voice of a bullfrog, answered Malfoy's question.
It was resisting, resisting Malfoy's request, which was almost impossible for a house-elf whose highest law was to obey the master's orders.
"I'm not a direct member of the Black family. What's more, Kreacher, you must know that I am your new master, and the restrictions imposed on you by the previous master should no longer bind you." Malfoy's eyes fixed on Kreacher. Cut, he didn't relax at all, and he didn't want to push the poor house elf too hard, so he could only start from the loopholes in Regulus' words.
Then Malfoy saw that Kreacher's eyes seemed to be in focus again, his stiff body began to tremble, swayed, gasped, his shriveled chest rose and fell sharply, and let out a blood-curdling scream—
"Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to carry out the master's order!" The terrible memory buried deep in his heart was released, and Kreacher's expression fell into panic and remorse, and his body suddenly moved, choosing He rushed to the poker standing by the hearth, it wanted to beat itself up and punish itself, it failed to complete the task assigned to it by Master Regulus!
"I order you to stop, Kreacher," Malfoy said slowly.
As soon as the words fell, Kreacher fell straight on the cold floor, tears gushing from his sunken eye sockets.
"Give me that box, and I will fulfill Regulus' unfulfilled wish." Malfoy walked to the floor where Kreacher was lying on, and looked sincerely into Kreacher's sunken eyes.
"No, no, that's a horrible box. Kreacher can't murder the new owner." Kreacher still couldn't stop the tears from his eyes, shaking his head on the floor, and flowing down his long nose. In the grinning mouth, a mouthful of gray teeth can be seen.
"Horror?" Malfoy keenly grasped a word in Klee's cut, thinking.
It is likely that the Slytherin locket has already demonstrated its demagogic power as a Horcrux, perhaps because Kreacher is a house-elf, different from ordinary wizards, and escaped.
"I repeat, I order you, hand over that box to me." Malfoy said slowly, but there was a firmness hidden in his tone that could not be refused.
"That box is hidden in the place where Kreacher usually sleeps!" Kreacher suddenly started screaming, rolled over from the stone floor, stood up, and rushed downstairs.
"The basement?" Malfoy didn't have time to think about it, why did he miss it even though he had checked it more carefully? He followed Kreacher all the way downstairs.
"I see." Soon, Malfoy followed Kreacher's footsteps to the basement where Pansy and Pansy had walked around just now, and then watched as Kreacher rushed over and opened the cupboard.
There is a sink in there, and below is a hole, the hole is full of traces of oil, and there are a few dead bugs lying there.
"This is where Kreacher usually sleeps." At this moment, Kreacher's expression was full of pride again, as if the place he lived in, the simpler and dirtier he was, the more proud he was of it.
"But Kreacher is still unwilling to let the new owner get this box. This box belongs to the Dark Lord. It's too evil and cruel. Master Regulus did it for it..." Kreacher said, sad Emotions began to surge again, and the voice began to twitch again.
Malfoy ignored him, but whispered, "Dobby." He called to the house-elf he had brought from his own home.
"Dobby is always ready to wait for the master's orders." It has to be said that the house elves are very good at apparating, and it took only a moment for Dobby to come to Malfoy and bend his waist , made a salute.
"Look at him." Malfoy said, staring at Dobby, pointing at Kreacher.
"The sword is flying!" Then Malfoy raised his wand and chanted the spell, only to see Gryffindor's sword smashing through the door and flying into his hand. If there are still people present, if you observe carefully, you will find the tip of the sword Quenched with a touch of black **.
At this moment, Kreacher had already picked out the box from the hole, and rolled it onto the dusty ground.
Malfoy stared at the locket in front of him. This box was inlaid with a faint green python-shaped gem, arranged in an "S" shape, with strange patterns all over its body. It was spitting out a letter, opening its mouth. Looking at its bloody mouth, it seems to have seen the food, and it is ready to pounce on it at any time. Around the green gemstone, it is full of astrological symbols and azimuth notation.
These symbols involve the astrological knowledge of the measurement of the relative angles of the planets and their relationship to each other.
"It's you." Malfoy nodded confidently, and without any further hesitation, he started to destroy the Horcruxes.
As if sensing danger, the contents of the locket rattled like cockroaches in a cage, as if seeking sympathy from others, and then the small golden cover of the locket popped open with a click.
There was a living eye blinking behind the two small glass windows, black and bright, like Tom Riddle's eyeball, Malfoy had some impression of this, but then the pair of eyes narrowed again, from the ghost Bright black turned bloody red.
"What do you want? I can satisfy you!" The hissing voice kept coming out of the locket.
Malfoy was unmoved.
With a sound of "Zheng", Gryffindor's sword was swung high, and then fell down quickly, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then the tip of the sword passed through the pair of evil eyes with incomparable precision, stuck in.
Clean and neat!
According to the usual practice, the Horcrux still casts its magic power to the people around it to seduce, hoping that someone will take the bait and provide him with the energy of resurrection.
But Malfoy, who had already destroyed many horcruxes, was not at all shaken by the bewitching sound like a magic voice, or in other words, so far, his desire had not reached the point where the horcruxes could be aroused.
In a sense, Voldemort's sense of crisis is too strong. His foresight made him fear death since he was a teenager. How incredible it is to start his longevity plan.
Even if the ancient kings became superstitious about alchemy later on, most of them were at the age of knowing the destiny, tasted and felt the terrifying power of time, and then began to pursue the almost impossible ray of hope—longevity.
"It's just a pointless temptation." Malfoy stared at the broken locket. Laughing contemptuously, he shook his head.
At this moment, wisps of smoke rose from the colored silk lining of the locket, which symbolized the utter destruction of this Horcrux.
No matter how evil a horcrux is, it is only an appendage of a part of a person's soul after all, and what is tempted over and over again is those few items-wealth, power, and power.
But these things are often only tempting to those who lack them.