Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 216 Horcrux Pendant Box

Fortunately, Sirius Black suffered only physical damage. If there is any tricky magic damage, it is very likely that it will not get better in a short while.

After waiting quietly for a while, Sirius Black suddenly opened his eyes.

As if he was frightened, he suddenly supported the ground and thought of getting up, but the injuries on his body didn’t allow him to do so.

Sirius Black gave a painful grunt and fell back on the cold ground.

“Don’t worry, I have checked here, there is no danger.”

Ulysses leaned against the rock wall and asked, “What happened? How did you get hurt like this?”

Sirius Black gave him a confused look, and it took a long time before he recovered.

“Peter… must be Peter…”

He muttered vaguely, his voice hoarse and low, “But, how could it be…”

Ulysses rolled his eyes when he heard it, he also wanted to say how it was possible, how could Peter Pettigrew have the courage and strength to put Sirius Black into a serious wound and dying situation.

Peter Pettigrew has been on the run ever since he betrayed the Potters, even after deceiving everyone back then.

Not to mention that Peter Pettigrew has been hiding on the edge of the forbidden forest after being warned by Ulysses, waiting for Ulysses to let him return to Voldemort as an undercover agent.

After Sirius Black murmured a few words, he fell into a coma again.

Ulysses frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he simply led him out of the secret tunnel.

After arriving at the Screaming Shack, Ulysses poked his head and looked around, and found that there were a large number of dementors wandering back and forth in the street, and there were vaguely some people carrying their wands and searching everywhere.

“Auror? What is the Ministry of Magic looking for here?”

Ulysses muttered to himself suspiciously, cast a hallucination charm on himself and Sirius Black, and left Hogsmeade Village.

It would be better to send him back to Black House first. After all, Ulysses is too troublesome to lie outside. Sooner or later, he has to go to Black House again, so he should go today.

After arriving in the messy street of Grimmauld Place, Ulysses raised Sirius Black’s arm, and after stimulating his blood, the two old houses squeezed the old Black house out of thin air.

Ulysses opened the door and walked in. Before he could close the door tightly, he heard Kreacher’s scream in the hall:

“Oh! Why did the filthy son of my noble mistress come back so soon? Let me see, my goodness, who put him like this, I want to thank him…”

“Okay, shut up, Kreacher.”

Ulysses interrupted his curse impatiently. To be honest, he thinks Sirius Black’s temper is really good. If a house elf dared to scold him like this every day and night at home, he would have let it go to see the ancestor of the elf.

Kreacher opened his mouth when he heard the words, and finally did not make a sound, but only witnessed Ulysses putting Sirius Black on the sofa.

What the young man said last time still echoed in his ears, making him unable to sleep well every night. The task left by the little master back then was like a thorn in his heart.

“Dear guest, you are here…”

Kreacher did not glance at Black on the sofa, but spoke respectfully to Ulysses.

“right.”

Ulysses nodded affirmatively, “Take me to your little master’s room.”

There was ecstasy in Kreacher’s heart. Since he even knew the little master of own, he must be sure of solving the ghost.

Excited Kreacher led Ulysses to the top of the stairs, to a door with a small sign on it, and deep scratches on the paint underneath.

Ulysses stopped at the top of the stairs to take a closer look. It was a small, magnificent sign with neat handwritten letters that read:

No entry without the express permission of the person

Regulus Arcturus Black

Kreacher bowed respectfully at the sign and pushed open the door.

Regulus’s bedroom was very rich, and the silver and green colors of Slytherin were everywhere, covering the bed, walls and windows.

The Black family coat of arms and the eternally pure motto are meticulously portrayed on the head of the bed. There are many yellowed newspaper clippings underneath, glued into irregular collages, most of which are related to Voldemort.

There is also a photo at the head of the bed of a Hogwarts Quidditch team smiling and waving in the frame. The players have snakes on their chests. Ulysses easily saw a face somewhat similar to Sirius Black, with black hair and a slightly haughty expression, and a little thinner than Sirius Black.

Kreacher stared at the photo too, tears quickly rolling down its eye sockets.

“My little master… poor little master… Kreacher failed to complete the task you left behind, Kreacher damn…”

It choked and slammed its head against the bedside table.

Ulysses caught it in one fell swoop, and his boredom became even heavier. Kreacher and the house elves of the French residence in Leicester Ranch are nothing short of different.

“If you want to die, wait a while and then die, take out the things first.”

Ulysses put down Kreacher, said coldly.

Kreacher didn’t mind the impropriety in Ulysses’ words, and looked for Regulus’ bedside table as if he was waking up from a dream, and soon found a locket.

An “S” letter inlaid with many small emeralds was engraved on the locket. The locket was the size of an egg and shone dimly in the dim room.

“Kreacher has tried countless ways…burning with fire, slashing with a knife, blasting spell, splitting spell… useless… all useless…”

Kreacher handed the locket to Ulysses, hid his face and sobbed, choked.

Ulysses held the locket and suddenly felt a jump. It’s like my own pulsation, and it’s like something in a locket is moving around, like a small metal heart.

Not only that, but he also noticed a faint dark aura floating from the locket along his hand, trying to invade his mind.

Ulysses snorted coldly, isolating this mentally-affecting breath from his mind. It confuses the later Harry and Ron, but it is still too weak for Ulysses.

The locket was attached to Ulysses’ right palm, and it was as cold as if it had just been fished from cold water.

Ulysses was lost in thought. Should it be destroyed on the spot, or should it be brought back to Dumbledore to deal with it?

By now, he was not afraid that Dumbledore would ask why he knew about Horcruxes. After all, Dumbledore had a certain understanding of his strength, and Voldemort was about to be resurrected, and some of his backs who could destroy him were always Good thing.