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Chapter 637 Slytherin's Locket
Chapter 637 Slytherin's Locket
Did Xilun go to that cave?
When Dumbledore saw the Slytherin locket, the thought crossed his mind, but he immediately shook his head.
That's unlikely—first of all, it's not some park you can just go to anywhere, but a place Voldemort carefully chose to hide his Horcruxes, so it's almost impossible for Siron to find it.
Even if he himself only discovered some clues by chance, that's how he got a general location.
In addition, Siren's movements during the holidays were very clear—he was either in Diagon Alley or at 12 Grimmauld Place, and had no chance to go anywhere else.
Dumbledore looked at Celion.
Siren had already guessed what he would ask, and simply replied, "I got this locket from Kreacher."
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"Kreacher?" Dumbledore searched his mind for the name, which sounded vaguely familiar, but he just couldn't place it.
This was quite a rare occurrence, as Dumbledore had always considered his memory to be quite good.
"It's that house-elf that the Black family left behind," Siron said.
"The old, filthy elf at number twelve Grimmauld Place?" Dumbledore finally remembered where he had heard that name before.
House-elves — He never imagined that a Slytherin locket would end up in the hands of a house-elf, so he didn't even think about it. He had been comparing the wizard's name with the locket.
Dumbledore examined the locket, now broken in two, once more.
"Can you tell me what happened?" he asked. "A house-elf got Voldemort's Horcrux and destroyed it. That's probably the most amazing thing I've ever experienced."
"Oh, wait—" Dumbledore turned the locket around. "This mark is—I know, it's the basilisk's fang!"
"So that's how it is. You destroyed it, didn't you?" Dumbledore looked at Sirius, his tone seemingly questioning but full of certainty.
"That's right." Xilun nodded.
"If it's convenient, would you be willing to tell me what happened?"
“Of course, no problem.” Siren paused, as if organizing his thoughts, before speaking a few seconds later: “It was probably a few years ago, when I first went to number twelve Grimmauld Place, and there I met Kreacher, and this locket—”
"That elf isn't exactly friendly," Dumbledore said, as if struck by a thought. "Your first meeting probably wasn't very pleasant."
"It's not that bad," Siren said. "Probably because I'm also a pureblood, Kreacher has been fairly friendly to me."
It told me that someone had ordered it to destroy the locket, but it had tried countless ways to do so without success.
"You just said someone ordered it." Dumbledore keenly noticed something illogical.
"As far as I know, only members of the Bright family can command Kreacher, right? Is it Sirius Black?"
"No, Kreacher addressed him as Master Regulus."
This is the second time today that Dumbledore has shown an expression of confusion and shock.
"Why would a Death Eater that everyone knows steal Voldemort's Horcrux and give it to a house-elf?" Dumbledore murmured, seemingly asking Sirius.
But this time he didn't get an answer; Siron looked just as puzzled as he was.
"Professor, who is Regulus? Is he also a member of the Black family?"
"To be precise, he is Sirius's brother, a Death Eater that everyone knows," Dumbledore said softly, then narrowed his blue eyes slightly, lost in thought.
But Siren was more curious about another question.
"Why is he the Death Eater that everyone knows?"
"This all starts with the Death Eaters' attire," Dumbledore explained patiently. "Whether now or a decade or so ago, Death Eaters always appeared with black hoods and terrifying masks."
"This not only amplifies people's fears but also effectively conceals their true identities."
"As you may already know, most of the Death Eaters are members of pure-blood families, but not all pure-blood wizards join the Death Eaters. So, for them, hiding their identities is also a very necessary thing. But there is one exception."
"Regulus Black?" Siren whispered.
"That's right." Dumbledore nodded. "He seems to regard the Death Eaters as a righteous and great cause, so he never wears a mask."
"But he disappeared very quickly." Dumbledore glanced at the locket in his hand again. "Some say he died, but no one has ever seen his body. Others say he was sent by Voldemort on some secret mission, but that has never been confirmed."
"In short, Regulus just disappeared like that. At that time, in the magical world, it was perfectly normal for a few wizards to disappear, especially since the person who disappeared was a Death Eater. So soon no one discussed the matter anymore."
"But now it seems there are still secrets we don't know about."
"Perhaps—the house-elf Kreacher knows some of the truth," Siron said.
"We're on the same page, Siren," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I was just thinking about whether we should go to number twelve Grimmauld Place. I have a feeling we might have uncovered a crucial secret."
"Now?" Siren asked.
"Of course not, we should be in class now," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Although there were a few minor incidents, that's no reason to take up class time. I'll go find Kreacher and Sirius after this class. Regulus is his brother, and he'll definitely want to know the truth too."
"Oh, by the way, can I borrow this for now?" Dumbledore asked, pointing to the locket that was broken in two.
"Sure," Siren agreed without much hesitation. "But Professor, can you fix it?"
"It's difficult, but it's worth a try," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, as if he had accepted a formidable challenge.
"Alright, let's begin the lesson now."
"Wait a minute." Suddenly remembering something, Celen asked, "When we go to number twelve Grimmauld Place later, can you take me with you?"
"this----"
Dumbledore hesitated.
"You're the one who discovered this, so I should take you to find out the truth," Dumbledore said, pausing slightly.
"But I'm sorry, Celen, your mother doesn't seem to want you to leave Hogwarts during class time, and I've already agreed to her request, so I can't take you with me."
"But I can tell you the result if we find it."