"Tomorrow is the end of the Easter holiday, and it will be the weekend in two days. How about that day?" Felix suggested.
"Can't we do it tonight?
You and me, let's do it together, "Sirius said impatiently.
"If that place is Lord Voldemort's secret treasure trove, will he let us leave so easily?"
Felix asked him back. Especially since Felix was almost certain that it was the place where Lord Voldemort kept the soul tools, it was never wrong 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 at last.
Felix smiled. "Let's go. Harry is waiting for us."
The two of them walked into the fireplace one after the other.
In Blake's old house.
Harry looked curiously at the frighteningly old house elf. He couldn't help but compare him to Dobi. Although their appearances and clothes were completely different, the two of them had the same temperament — they both looked like butlers he had seen in Muggle TV shows.
Dobi's butler temperament was more obvious because he had an extra suit than the house elf in front of him.
"Hello, what's your name?" Harry greeted him in a friendly manner.
Creech pouted and muttered something, but Harry didn't hear it clearly. He adjusted the clean white cloth on his body, bowed respectfully, and said, "You can call me Creech. Distinguished guest, welcome to Blake's ancestral house."
Harry was a little embarrassed. He wasn't used to the house elf's welcome speech. "I'm actually, ahem, wait, Blake's ancestral house?
This is Sirius's home? "
"That's right," Kreacher said. "Young Master was born and raised here. Although he ran away from home when he was young," he said with a sly look in his eyes, "he still thought of this place when he was in danger."
Harry asked for more details with great interest. He wanted to know more about his godfather. After learning that Harry was Sirius' godson, Klitscher became even more respectful and was willing to reveal more secrets.
"Young Master has been crying for the past few days. Creech heard it all, but Young Master refuses to admit it …"
"Kreacher!
Shut up! "
The fireplace flickered again, and Sirius walked out. As soon as he came in, he heard Chris slandering him. He was so angry that his nose almost went crooked.
He strode over and picked Kreacher up from the ground. "Don't you ever mention to anyone again," he said loudly.
"But Mr. Potter is Master's godson. As your successor, he has the right to know …" Kreacher said respectfully.
"I said, no!" Sirius' lips trembled. "Go make some tea."
"Yes, sir." Kreacher's figure flickered and disappeared.
Felix watched from the side for a long time. A trace of a smile flashed in his eyes. "So, your relationship has improved?"
"Which eye of yours saw that?
He's still so annoying … "Sirius muttered.
Harry blinked. He thought that he should tell Ron what he saw. Ron had always thought that house elves were nobles' servants who only knew how to follow orders. However, the two elves he met, Dobi and Kreacher, both had their own personalities.
They went to the living room. It was Harry's first time here. He was curious about everything here and had an inexplicable fondness for it. Although the room was a little dark, perhaps the lights were off?
After all, it was night time and Sirius lived alone. There was no need to be so wasteful …
The air was a little damp and had a musty smell, but that was nothing. Harry thought that he could help by cleaning up.
In the living room, it was a little brighter. The candles on the wall burned quietly. There was an exquisite golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Harry suspected that it was made of pure gold.
"Just do whatever you want. The room is a little messy."
Sirius put away the scattered comic books and stood in a daze for a moment. "Oh, right, I'll go get something."
Sirius left, and the sound of wooden planks creaking could be heard in the distance. Soon, his figure reappeared, and when he came back, he was carrying a heavy gold locket.
Kreacher served hot tea at the right time and stood at the door.
"That's the thing … Young master Regulus gave it to Creech and had him destroy it.
But there are so many spells on the box. Poor Kreacher tried everything but couldn't leave a trace … "
"Kreacher guessed that I should open it from the inside, but I couldn't do it."
Harry watched Kreacher cry sadly. He was worried that Kreacher would suddenly jump up and punish him in the next second.
But then he had an idea. Open it from the inside?
He faintly thought of something.
Felix leaned closer to examine the locket carefully. It looked very clean, probably cleaned by Sirius. There was a gorgeous S-shaped snake on the surface. It was made of many small emeralds and emitted a faint light.
"The letter S." "A snake?"
Felix and Harry said at the same time. They looked at each other and Felix laughed. "We're both right."
He reached out his index finger and knocked on the golden locket. His vision began to change. The colors seemed to have been washed away by the rain, and everything became gray. His vision was filled with dazzling magic light. Layers upon layers, densely packed together. In the innermost layer of these protective spells, there was an extremely evil dark energy. It was wriggling like a monster.
It was a soul vessel, and … Felix found that this soul vessel was more active than the ones he had seen before. It was as if it would jump out at any second.
Felix pondered. It seemed that Lord Voldemort had a different arrangement for each soul vessel. The diary soul vessel was also very active, but what was active was the memories of the young Lord Voldemort hidden in it, not the soul fragments inside.
As for the crown, it was even more secretive. He couldn't see any flaws at all. Combined with the characteristics of the Ravenclaw Crown itself, perhaps this was part of the trick — to make the person who obtained the crown fall into the trap silently.
Sirius stared at Felix and Harry. They suddenly stopped talking. "What did you see?"
"If I'm not wrong, this should be Salazar Slytherin's locket, used by Lord Voldemort —" Felix stopped talking. The locket trembled slightly, looking anxious.
"I've never seen it like this."
Sirius stood up in surprise and pulled Harry aside. He stared at the locket warily. The gold chain that tied the locket twisted wildly, as if it wanted to strangle someone's neck.
"Sirius, Professor …" Harry swallowed hard. "I want to, I want to do something."
"What are you talking about, Harry?"
Sirius asked. He was worried that Harry was affected by the locket. He looked at his godson worriedly. "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"No, no." Harry was also surprised by his sudden idea. "It's a snake's voice. I want to speak in a snake's voice!" Sirius looked at Harry blankly. He had no idea that Harry had this ability.
"Go ahead and do it. Let us see what changes there are," Felix said calmly.
So Harry stared at the locket and imagined the pattern on it to be a small snake. It was easy, especially when the locket was still vibrating and making a rustling sound. He opened his mouth and made a hissing sound.
Felix was no stranger to this word. He had heard it several times in the secret chamber last year. It should mean —
"Open it," Harry said in a snake's voice.