“With the Easter holiday ending tomorrow I will have class after that, then after two days it’s a weekend, how about scheduling it for that day?” Felix suggested.

“Can’t we do it tonight? Both of us can go together now.” Sirius said impatiently.

“If that place is Voldemort’s secret hideout, he will let us leave in comfort?” Felix asked him rhetorically, especially, Felix had basically determined in his heart that it is where Voldemort placed his Horcrux first, it is better to be cautious.

“Sirius, I need to make some preparations, and so do you, you look a little impatient now.”

“You’re right, Felix.” Sirius said finally.

Felix smiled weakly, “Come on, Harry’s waiting for us.”

The two walked into the fireplace, one after the other.

The Black old Mansion.

Harry curiously surveyed the awfully old house-elf, he couldn’t help but compare him with Dobby, despite the completely different appearance and clothes, the two had a surprisingly consistent temperament – both looked like the butler he had seen in the Muggle TV series.

Dobby’s butler vibe is a little more obvious, as he has a little suit compared to the house-elf in front of him.

“Hello, what’s your name?” Harry greeted in a friendly manner.

Kreacher paused and muttered a little, but Harry didn’t hear him, then he straightened his clean white cloth, bowed respectfully, and said, “You may call me Kreacher, honored guest, welcome to Black’s ancestral house.”

Harry blushed a little, he didn’t quite get used to the house-elf greetings: “I actually, ahem, wait, Black’s ancestral house? This is Sirius’s house?”

“That’s right,” said Kreacher: “The young master was born and raised here, although he ran away from home when he was young without thinking …” he showed a sly look, “But when in danger, he still thought of this place first.”

Harry asked for details with great interest, he wanted to know more about his godfather, and upon learning that Harry is Sirius’s godson, Kreacher’s attitude is much more respectful and willing to disclose more hidden things.

“The young master has been crying for the past few days, Kreacher heard it all, but the young master is dead set on not admitting …”

“Kreacher! Shut up!” The fireplace flickered again, Sirius came out of it, and as soon as he came in, he heard Kreacher slandering him, and his nose almost flared up with anger. He strides over and picks Kreacher up off the floor and said loudly, “Don’t mention it to anyone again–”

Kreacher said respectfully, “But Mr. Potter is the godson of the master, and as your heir, he has the right to know …”

“I said, no!” Sirius’ lips quivered, “Go make a tea.”

“As ordered.” Kreacher’s figure flickered and disappeared.

Felix watched from the side for a while, a smile flashed under his eyes, “So, your relationship has improved?”

“Which eye did you see that? He’s still as annoying as ever …” Sirius muttered.

Harry blinked, he thought he should talk to Ron about what he saw. Ron had always thought of house-elves as servants of the nobility who only knew how to follow orders, but the two elves he had come into contact with – Dobby and Kreacher – had personalities of their own.

They came to the living room, it is the first time Harry is here, so he is curious about everything here, and held an inexplicable good feeling about the house, although the house is a bit gloomy, perhaps it is the absence of lights? After all, it is nighttime now, Sirius lives alone, there is no need to be so wasteful …

The air is somewhat damp, with a musty smell, which is not much, you can just clean it up, Harry thought he could help.

In the living room, the place is slightly brighter, the wall candles burning quietly, the ceiling draped with delicate gold chandeliers, Harry suspected that it is made of pure gold.

“Make yourself at home, the house is a bit of a mess.” Sirius put away the scattered comic books and piled them to the side, he stood frozen in place for a moment, “Oh yeah, I’ll go get something.”

Sirius left, the sound of crunching and stomping on the boards came from the distance, and soon his figure reappeared, returning with a sizable case with a gold locket.

Kreacher duly served hot tea as he stood at the door.

“This is the thing … Master Regulus gave it to Kreacher to destroy it. But the locket had so much magic on it that poor Kreacher tried everything and couldn’t leave a single trace …”

“Kreacher guessed that it is supposed to be opened from the inside, but I couldn’t do it.”

Harry watched Kreacher sadly crying, very worried that he would suddenly jump up the next second to punish himself. But then his thoughts flashed, open from the inside? He vaguely figured out something.

Felix moved closer to examine the locket closely, it looked clean and should have been cleaned by Sirius, an ornate little S-shaped snake embedded on the surface, made of multiple small emeralds pieced together and emitting a faint glow.

“The letter S.” “A snake?”

Felix and Harry said at the same time, the two looked at each other and Felix smiled, “We’re both right.” He reached out his index finger and tapped the gold pendant box, his perspective began to change, the colour seemed like it was washed away by rain and became a greyish haze, the vision is dazzling with magical light, layers, and layers of dense magic, in the innermost layer of these protective magics, coiled a dark force so evil that it wriggled like a monster.

It is a Horcrux all right, and … Felix found that this Horcrux is more active than any he had seen before as if it is going to jump out in the next second.

Felix pondered, it seems that Voldemort has different arrangements for each Horcrux, the diary Horcrux is also very active, but what was active was the memories of the young Voldemort hidden in it, not the soul Fragment inside.

As for the diadem, it was even more secretive, and he didn’t see a flaw in it before. Combined with the nature of the Ravenclaw diadem itself, perhaps this could be the part of the ruse – to let the person who obtained it be silently fooled.

Sirius stared at Felix and Harry, both of them suddenly went silent, “What did you see?”

“If I’m right, this would be the locket of Salazar Slytherin, used by Voldemort to-” Felix stopped talking, the locket twitching slightly and looking agitated.

“I’ve never seen it like this before.” Sirius stood up in disbelief and pulled Harry aside, staring at it warily as the gold chain attached to the locket twisted wildly as if trying to strangle one of them.

“Sirius, Professor …,” Harry swallowed hard, “I want, want to do something.”

“What are you talking about, Harry?” Sirius asked, worried that Harry had been affected by the locket and that he is looking at his godson worriedly, “Are you feeling sick?”

“No, no,” Harry echoed, incredulous at the idea that had popped into his head, “It’s the Parseltongue, I want to talk in a Parseltongue!” Sirius looked at Harry blankly, he had no idea Harry had this ability.

“Go ahead and do it, let’s see what changes.” Felix said calmly.

So Harry stared at the locket, imagining the design on it a small snake, which is easy, especially since the locket continued to “buzz” and rustle, as he opened his mouth and made a “hissing” sound.

Felix knew this word well, he had heard it a few times in the chamber of secrets last year, and it should mean–

“Open.” Harry said in a Parseltongue.

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