Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Don't think Cliche doesn't know, Young Master wants to take the hostess...”

“I didn't sabotage it, and nobody wanted to do anything about this moldy tapestry.” Sirius shouted out loud, "Enough, Cliche, get out of here and let us go before I can't help but kill you. ”

Cliche dragged both feet aside and he dared not disobey orders directly.

Sirius, Harry, Hermione, and Ivan passed by each other, and it felt terrible, and he stood there, staring at them with big eyes filled with blood silk, and his eyes filled with a hatred of carved bones.

The look on the face of the elves in this house is like a vicious curse on them.

“Sirius, he's out of his mind.” Hermione glanced at Cliche again and whispered in a pleading voice, "Be nice to him, I don't think he knew we could hear him say those bad things. ”

“The guy understands everything, but he's been alone too long, and he hasn't touched anyone since my mother died.” Sirius said, "I suspect he took some crazy orders from my mother's portrait and spoke to himself, but he was a disgusting...”

“What if you let him go free!” Hermione hopefully said, "Maybe...”

“I'm afraid that scare will kill him directly.” Blake explains, "You don't know the elves, Hermione, they have to serve the Wizard family for generations, and Cliche's ancestors could never have left this place centuries before the Blake family's history of service could have been traced back. If you don't believe me, you can try and suddenly ask him to leave the house and see how he reacts. ”

Sirius, Harry and Hermione spoke, and the figure of the three quickly disappeared into the dark lane.

Ivan hesitated for a moment and stayed and wanted to ask Cliché about Slytherin's pendant box.

He looked closely at Klitsche, and the other side looked back at him quietly.

Cleecher did not speak, and Ivan could not even feel alive from him if his chest had not fluctuated up and down as a result of breathing.

“Cliche, I have a question for you about..."

“It's a disgrace for a dirty little bastard to talk to Cliche. The young master took the other two kids to see the Black family's book collection, and Cleecher had to tell the hostess about it. ”

Cliche bowed again to Evan with a full face of disdain and disgust.

Then, carrying a thick, dusty green tapestry, he turned around and left the basement as if he were going to go to the front of the portrait of Mrs. Blake in the upper hall.

Ivan's eyes followed him until he left the basement.

He sighed, as things stand at present, trying to communicate with Cleecher is very difficult, not to mention asking him about Slytherin's pendant box, which is simply impossible.

This house is so big, there's no point in Ivan wanting to find it himself.

He tried in his mind to recall the details related to the Horcrux. Slytherin's pendant box, after being made into a Horcrux by Voldemort, was hidden in an isolated cave on an island very far from Hogwarts. Voldemort in the cave placed the pendant box at the bottom of a glass container, and then spelled it into the container with some magic that made people feel less alive than dead after drinking it. Only after drinking the magic could he get the pendant box.

Voldemort borrowed Cliche from Sirius' brother Regulus Black, who used the family to carry out this wicked magic.

Through Criche, Regulus went into that cave and took out the pendant box.

He changed the evil, prepared to stop Voldemort's plot, drank all the magic, put the fake box back in the container, asked Cleecher to take the box and leave and destroy it, and his body remained in the cave forever, becoming a vagina.

This pendant box was taken by Cliche, but he couldn't destroy it.

A thing may have been very common before it was made into a soul, but once it was injected into a part of the soul that was made into a soul, it became the most wicked black magic object in the world, and the power of magic prevented the soul from being easily destroyed.

Now Slytherin's locket is hidden somewhere in this house by the elves.

Ivan thinks carefully and recalls other details.

Cleecher was unable to destroy the artifact, and then Mundungus stole it from him and sold it to Umbridge. Harry blended into the Ministry of Magic and found Umbridge to grab the pendant box, which Ron eventually destroyed with Griffindor's sword.

The rest of the details, for example the most critical point, is that Ivan doesn't know where this pendant box is currently in this house.

He thought about it carefully and never remembered any details about it.

But not in a hurry, just be careful, the whereabouts of the pendant box are not so distressing, just find a way to tell Dumbledore that the apparatus in the cave is a fake, he doesn't have to risk his life to drink those magic potions.

Ivan retracted his gaze, and he was about to go down with Sirius, Harry, Hermione, they would, and then he stopped right away.

God, what did he see?

He suddenly saw what he had been looking for, Voldemort's Horcrux, Slytherin's Pendant Box, that gold pendant box sitting quietly in the cupboard in front of him, and those particularly ugly silver appliances and a Merlin Jazz Medal, all placed within two metres of him.

Absolutely right, Evan was back in Hogwarts a thousand years ago, in Salazar Slytherin himself, and saw this wallet with his own eyes.

On top of the gold pendant box is an uppercase snake-shaped S, embedded in sparkling emeralds, much like a little snake, the distinctive Slytherin family emblem.

Evan couldn't help but hold his fist in his heart. He should have thought about it. Where can a little elf hide things?!

He looked around and was alone.

Ivan swallowed his saliva because he had always worn the snake monster's pointed teeth in anticipation of this happening.

This is a good opportunity to destroy this Horcrux.

He walked over and his palms were all sweaty because of the tension.

He slowly opened the dusty cabinet door and reached for the pendant box.

Next to the Slytherin pendant box is a multifooted silver tweezer.

Ivan had just reached over, and this tweezer seemed to sense something, suddenly coming back to life, jumping on his arm, and then it was like a spider climbing up Ivan's arm, and trying to pierce his skin.