Chapter 588: A Safe Hiding Place, Mundungus Stole the Locket (1/2)

Chapter 588 A safe hiding place, Mundungus stole the locket

"What? The Ministry of Magic will fall today?"

"How did you know?"

"Prophecy? Is it accurate?"

"Okay, I understand, I'll keep in touch with you."

After the call ended, Hermione put away the Galleons, her face became particularly solemn.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked cautiously.

"Something big has happened." Hermione took a deep breath and said, "Aaron got a prophecy that the Death Eaters will capture the Ministry of Magic today, and the entire British magic world will soon change."

Harry stood up immediately and asked anxiously, "Are you sure? This won't be a prank, right?"

"One hundred percent sure." Hermione said seriously, "He told me that the Burrow is no longer safe. After Voldemort takes over the Ministry of Magic, he will have no scruples and can confidently check the homes of members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Hurry up and pack your luggage. We have to leave here as soon as possible."

"I have to tell my parents to get ready and notify Kingsley by the way." Ron was uneasy and hurried down the stairs.

"Ginny." Harry thought of his girlfriend and was a little at a loss for a moment.

"Go say goodbye to her! There may still be time." Hermione tried her best to squeeze out a smile, "Claire gave me a bag with a traceless extension spell last Christmas, which is enough to put all our things in it."

Harry nodded blankly and ran out of the room in a hurry.

On the other side, Aaron put away the gold Galleons used for communication, took a deep breath and sat down.

"Okay, I don't care about the rest."

"Hermione will notify the Order of the Phoenix, right?" Sirius reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief, and then seemed to think of something, "Did you tell her about the clues of the locket?"

"Of course." Aaron shrugged, "I hinted that she could go to No. 12 Grimmauld Place. If nothing unexpected happens, Kreacher will be there. She will contact me after finding the Horcrux."

"I set up some defensive magic there, but it is not dangerous to them.

But Kreacher, is it the house elf of the Black family?"

"It's him." Sirius sighed faintly, "We analyzed that Regulus gave Voldemort's real Horcrux, Slytherin's locket, to him before he died."

Moody nodded, not quite understanding, "Your brother's approach is very correct, no one will doubt it The virtuous Horcrius will be in the hands of the inconspicuous family. "" He paid his life for this, and he used his life to guard this secret. Believe in him, your godfather should believe him even more. Back to his own room. This prophecy suddenly came. He could only help Hermione retreat as much as possible, but this still couldn't change anything. He needed to portray some complex legal arrays to the attention. Harry and his two companions arrived here in the evening. Out of caution, they did not use Apparition or even magic.

After making sure that no one was watching, Harry ran up the steps and knocked on the front door with his wand.

A series of metal collisions sounded, and a door slowly opened.

The three of them quickly crossed the threshold and closed the door.

The lights in the house immediately lit up, illuminating the hallway. Compared with a year ago, there were many more cobwebs and dust here, which seemed a bit dark and dilapidated.

"Is it really safe here?" Ron asked doubtfully, "Don't forget that Snape knows this place."

"At least it's safe for a short time." Hermione said, "Snape is worried that there are traps waiting for him here, and he definitely doesn't dare to set foot here.

The most dangerous place is the safest. The Death Eaters have occupied the Ministry of Magic, and the homes of the members of the Order of the Phoenix are their key targets for investigation. No one will think of this place for a while."

"And we have to come back." Harry said seriously, "This is the only place we can find that is related to Regulus."

"I don't know how mom and dad are doing." Ron said worriedly, "Dad said they should be fine, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Ron pointed forward with wide eyes and trembling.

A gray figure jumped out of the shadows, with a hideous look, long hair and beard, and a withered right hand.

The three of them stared at Dumbledore as he stretched out his hand towards them, and drew out his wand unexpectedly, but couldn't recite any spells.

Fortunately, the figure did not hurt them. The moment it approached them, it turned into dust and dispersed.

"What's going on?" Ron pursed his lips.

"It might be Mad-Eye's idea to prevent Snape from spying.

I think we'd better check before moving forward." Hermione said, pointing her wand straight ahead, "The figure appears!"

After a while, no movement was heard.

"No one."

"Then start looking!" Harry said, "I hope there will be some clues."

They came to the top floor, where there were only two doors. Facing them was Sirius Black's room.

Harry looked at the doorplate with the name 'Sirius', stunned, as if he had never entered his godfather's room.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other and understood each other.

"Start from Sirius' room!" Hermione suggested, "Regulus is his biological brother, and no one should know him better than Sirius."

Harry nodded, pushed open Sirius' room and walked in.

Ron took out the lightsaver, and a ball of white light flew into the chandelier, illuminating the spacious room.

Like the entrance hall, this place was covered with a thin layer of dust.

A large bed was leaning against the wall, and a long velvet curtain covered the high window. A half-lit candle was plugged into the socket on the table. The silver-gray satin walls were covered with posters and photos, in addition to several faded Gryffindor flags.

"Good taste." Ron looked at the photos of bikini beauties on the wall, and his face flushed a little. "No wonder he said he was different from the other Blacks. These were Muggle girls."

"How did you tell?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Obviously, the portraits in these photos will not move, and they are a little faded."

"I really admire your eyesight." Hermione said speechlessly, and then looked at the only wizard photo on the wall. In the photo, four students in school uniforms stood together with their arms linked, smiling at the camera.

"Is this when your father was young?" Ron asked, pointing to a wizard in the photo who looked like Harry.

"And Lupin, Sirius...Peter Pettigrew."

"When you are young, you will inevitably misjudge people, right?" Ron stretched out his hand to block the photo of Peter Pettigrew. "It's much easier to see this way."

Harry smiled and picked up a few messy pieces of paper on the ground. "This is...a letter my mother wrote to Sirius."

"What did it say?" Ron asked.

"Nothing, just about my birthday present when I was a child, and it also mentioned...Dumbledore."

"Personal privacy, don't ask casually." Hermione glared at him, then waved her wand to collect the pieces of paper scattered in the room one by one, "They are all here, and there are a few photos of you when you were a child.

You were riding a toy flying broom at the age of one, no wonder you are the seeker of Gryffindor."

"Thank you!" Harry said sincerely gratefully, and then sat on the bed and read silently.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and tacitly did not interrupt.

More than an hour later, the sky outside was completely shrouded in darkness.

Harry's eyes were filled with tears, and he reluctantly put down the letters and photos related to his parents.

"He should have shown these to me earlier." Harry smiled with a choked voice.

"Have you found any clues?" Ron asked in surprise.

"No, there is nothing about the Black family members in these papers." Harry said with some regret, "Let's go to another room!"

When they came to a door at the foot of the stairs, there was a magnificent sentence on the doorplate:

No entry without my express permission-Regulus Arcturus Black.

"R.A.B.!" Hermione looked at the three initials on the doorplate with some joy, "It's right here."

"Alaho!"

The three of them crossed the threshold and approached Regulus' bedroom.

His room was slightly smaller than Sirius's, but much more exquisite. The silver and green representing Slytherin covered the walls, windows and bed. The Black family crest was painted on the head of the bed, and there were many yellowed briefings on it, all related to Voldemort.

"Sirius said that Regulus admired Voldemort very much at that time, and he joined him within a few years." Harry murmured, "No one expected that he would abandon the dark and join the light."

"We don't have time to think about this now, let's look for it carefully!" Ron said, and then began to search the room.

However, this room was obviously searched by someone, the drawers and the bottom of the bed were in a mess, and there was nothing valuable at all.

"The locket is flying." Hermione picked up the wand and chanted, but there was no response.

"It seems that it is not here." Ron said a little disappointed.

"Not necessarily." Harry shook his head, "The Horcrux is very special, Voldemort must have cast a defensive magic on it, it is normal that the ordinary flying spell cannot be found."

"What should I do?"

"Keep looking, the locket could be anywhere in this room."

"That's the only way." Hermione spread her hands and said helplessly.

A few hours later, the three still found nothing and could only return to their rooms to rest.

......

"I thought changing the wand would work..."

"You lied to me, Gregorovitch."

"I swear I thought changing the wand would work."

"There must be other ways, maybe other wand makers, Ollivander..."

"Shut up, I can't find him."

Harry woke up from his sleep, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Hermione and Ron looking at him with worry.

"Dreaming again, right?" Ron sighed softly, "Pale face, sweating, what did you dream about this time?"

"Gregorovitch, I remember that Krum's wand was made by him.

Voldemort caught him, and his wand didn't kill me the day we left Privet Drive. He thought Gregorovitch could explain it."

"Maybe it has nothing to do with the wand?" Hermione said, "Why don't you believe that this is your own ability?"

"I know very well that this is not my ability." Harry said helplessly, but he was very firm on this point.

"But you really have to practice brain occlusion well, what if Voldemort uses you again?"

Harry nodded embarrassedly, not wanting to argue with Hermione about this, but he would definitely not break this connection.

Dumbledore is dead, the Death Eaters control the Ministry of Magic, and the Order of the Phoenix has to lie dormant. In this case, this is the only way to obtain intelligence, although it is a bit dangerous.

"Let's think about the Horcrux first!" Ron said, "We haven't found it all night. Has Regulus destroyed it?"

"Don't jump to conclusions." Hermione said patiently, "Whether Regulus destroyed the locket or not, he certainly didn't want Voldemort to find it.

Besides, this is the ancestral home of the Black family. Many places are guarded by traps. Maybe there are places we overlooked."

"Overlooked places?" Harry was stunned for a moment, "Kreacher, have you found his cave?"

Hermione and Ron looked at each other and could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Go there and take a look." Harry walked out of the room quickly, followed by Hermione and Ron.

After a while, the three of them came to the basement.

Harry walked to the cupboard lightly, then pulled open the door and rudely grabbed a house elf out.

"Master." Kreacher's voice was hoarse, with a strong contempt in his eyes.

"I have something to ask you, you must answer truthfully, understand?"

"Yes!" Kreacher said reluctantly.

Harry picked up the locket and showed it to him, "Have you seen this thing?"

"That's Master Regulus' locket." Kreacher whispered.

"There are two, right? Where is the other one?"

Kreacher was silent for a while, and shook his head slowly, "Kreacher doesn't know either."

"That means you did see the other one?" Hermione asked, "Someone took it away, right?"

Kreacher glared at her fiercely, "Dirty mudblood, when the Death Eaters come..."

"Kreacher." Harry shouted, "Answer her question, this is my order."

"Yes, I have seen it, right in this room, the most evil thing in the world."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Master Regulus ordered Kreacher to destroy that thing before he died, but no matter how hard Kreacher tried, he couldn't destroy it no matter what method he used."

"Who took it?"

"Mundungus." Kreacher cursed angrily, "Mundungus Fletcher, he took a lot of things that day without saying anything, my mistress's gloves, photos of Miss Bella and Miss Cissy, the first-class Order of Merlin, the goblet with the family crest... and, Master Regulus's locket."

Screaming out the last sentence, tears welled up in Kreacher's eyes, and he cried, "That damn robber, he made Kreacher make a mistake and failed to carry out the young master's order."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and inexplicably felt a little sympathy for Kreacher.

"Kreacher, find Mundungus Fletcher.

Bring him to Grimmauld Place to see me, we have to complete what Regulus has not completed."

Kreacher stared at Harry for a while, bowed slightly, and then Apparated away from the spot.