A broken Hogwarts

The birthday party lasted until early morning. On this night, everyone tacitly put aside their grudges and enjoyed the carnival together. Several people who usually dislike each other went about their own business, but there was no conflict.

After Sirius Black drunkenly sang an old-fashioned love song, the people who had fun happily said goodbye to each other and jumped into the fireplace one by one and disappeared.

"We are going to travel to Greece next. Where are you going to play?" Daphne watched Neville's figure disappear into the flames, and raised her hand to hand the box containing Floo powder to her sister, "Astoria, you go first……"

"I want to go exploring in the Amazon rainforest. Did you know? Someone discovered extinct magical creatures there a few days ago." Blaise said with interest, and then curled his lips and said: "But my mother won't let me go."

"To be honest, I don't think you can come out with your beard and tail intact after you go in...Oh, it's my turn, see you when school starts." Daphne waved her hand, stepped into the blazing flames and disappeared.

"Actually, you can follow me to Norway..." Draco said slowly, raising his slender chin.

"Come on, my mother won't let me go anywhere now." Blaise shrugged and complained, "Ever since there was a burglar in the house a few days ago, she has always been suspicious, as if I can be stolen easily. ."

"Is there a thief in your house?" Owen was playing the cello standing beside him with great interest. When he heard this, he looked at him with interest. This is quite strange.

"Yes, he broke into my house in broad daylight, knocked out the house elf, and turned my room into a mess." Blaise muttered dissatisfiedly and grabbed a handful of Floo powder, "It's a pity that our family was Everyone has gone to the theater to watch the show, otherwise I will definitely catch that nasty thief!"

"No thief has ever dared to break into my house, and no intruder can break the spell in my house." Draco raised his chin higher proudly, "Did you throw anything away?"

"Many of the things I collected were broken. That thief really didn't know the goods." Blaise grinned angrily, and then said casually: "Only some knickknacks collected at home were stolen, among which the most precious ones were stolen. It’s just a sapphire, it seems to have been passed down from my mother’s family.”

Owen blinked and rolled his eyes slightly, remembering the useless gem he had robbed. Isn't this a coincidence?

"What kind of sapphire?" he asked.

"Dark blue, luminous." Blaise gestured with his hand and said nonchalantly, "My mother said it is the key to a lost treasure..."

"But to be honest, I don't think that's true, otherwise it wouldn't have been passed down for so many generations without being used." As he said that, he waved his hand freely and jumped into the fireplace.

"Lost treasure?" Owen muttered thoughtfully, his fingers casually playing with the strings of the cello. The low and sweet music echoed in his ears like a low whisper, making him raise the corners of his mouth in a cheerful mood.

Thinking that the sapphire was a lost item of the Brace family and a "key", Owen's curiosity suddenly faded a lot, and he became a little less interested. Although he is somewhat interested in treasure hunting, he doesn't have to possess other people's treasures. It's just that he is more curious about the origins of those thieves.

"After you figure out the situation of that organization, let's find an opportunity to return the sapphire to Blaise." He narrowed his eyes casually, "Well, maybe we can also find out the location of the treasure from those thieves. Let’s go on an adventure together to hunt for treasure?”

He didn't care about the treasure, he was interested in the process of finding the treasure.

Owen was walking around with his eyes wandering, and the guests at the party jumped into the fireplace one after another and left. Harry was talking to Hermione and Colin at the door of the living room. The two young wizards from Muggle families had no way to go back through the fireplace, so they could only stay here for one night and wait until dawn before going home.

Harry was very happy. This was the first time he invited friends to stay at home. Just when he was about to take the two of them to their respective rooms, he realized that Owen had not left yet.

"Owen, are you going to stay here for one night too?" He shouted to Owen, his emerald green eyes sparkling.

Owen shook his head, took his palm away from the cello, glanced at the obscured family tree, and said in a calm tone: "Before I leave, I have something to tell you." He paused, He casually glanced at Hermione and Colin, who had their eyes widened with curiosity, and said casually: "Take them to rest first, I'll wait for you here."

He planned to get Voldemort's locket in his hands early. Although he and Voldemort's main soul get along fairly well, and the grudges from the previous school year have been wiped out, they may still have to fall out eventually, so it is necessary to secretly rub the other side's back in advance.

Harry responded, suppressed his curiosity, and led the two young wizards out of the living room.

The lively living room fell silent, leaving Owen alone. The goblin band had already left with their instruments, and Sirius Black was seeing Lupine out. Well, as a hard-working worker, Lu Ping still has to go back to the bookstore to work the night shift, and he can't do such a thing as skipping work in front of his boss.

Owen yawned and walked slowly to the end of the living room with his hands behind his back. He gently pushed aside the flower vines covering the wall, revealing a tapestry with a family tree embroidered on the back.

The tapestry was very old, with several holes chewed out by Hu Meizi, but the golden threads on it still shone brightly, like a flowing golden river under the light. The branching family tree is gorgeous and complex, like a leafy tree, and can be traced back to the Middle Ages. There are several large words embroidered on the top of the tapestry: The oldest and noble Black family is always pure.

Looking up and down at the tapestry, Owen touched his pocket and sighed with a little regret. Tsk, what a photo-worthy thing, but it’s a pity that I didn’t bring a camera.

Time passed by, and Kreacher, the house elf, poked his head in outside the living room door, staring at Owen unblinkingly with his bloodshot eyes, as if he was guarding against a vicious robber.

In a large room that seemed empty after the guests left, this scene was quite scary. Owen tilted his head and looked over with interest, playing a staring game with the other party.

"Kreacher, I think you'd better go back and rest..." Harry's voice came from outside the door, seeming helpless.

The house elf's head retracted, and he went away with a low mumble.

Harry yawned and walked in. He steeled himself and asked vaguely: "Owen, what do you want to tell me?"

He stood next to Irving, trying his best to look at the family tree on the tapestry with his eyes wide open, and continued: "You seem to be very interested in this?" He lowered his eyes, raised his hand and pointed to a name at the bottom and said: "Look, Draco's name is on it, he's related to Sirius."

"Pure-blood families are all related." Owen said lazily, leaning behind a high-backed chair with his shoulders crossed.

"Sirius said the same thing." Harry pointed to a small blackened round hole in the tapestry and said, "Sirius is not on it. His name has been erased. In fact, he has always wanted to throw away this tapestry..."

As he said that, he looked at Owen curiously: "Are you related to Sirius?"

"Of course, they are just distant relatives." Owen stretched out a pale and slender finger, pointed at the small round hole representing Sirius Black, then moved his finger two lines up the branch, and said softly: "Little Sirius's grandmother is my grandmother's aunt, so he is my cousin."

"But I have a closer relationship with this branch." He pointed to a branch next to him and said, "My mother's aunt married Sirius's uncle..." As he spoke, he moved his finger down and pointed. There were several names on the line below: Bellatrix Black, Narcissa Black and a scalded scorch mark.

"They are my mother's cousins ​​and my cousins. According to this relationship, I should call Sirius my cousin." Owen said slowly.

Wow, what a complicated relationship. Harry blinked his confused eyes and said slowly: "So, are you and Draco still cousins?"    "Ah, actually you are also our cousins." Owen spread his hands and said, "Pure-blood The relationship between families is so complicated, and there is no need to pay much attention to it."

Harry blinked again and decisively ended this confusing topic: "Do you have a similar family tree in your family?"

"Of course there is." Owen nodded, "Let's get back to the topic, about RAB."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then almost jumped with excitement. His sleepiness disappeared all at once: "Have you found RAB?"

"What RAB?" Sirius's deep voice came from the other side. He had just seen off Lupine when he heard Harry shouting RAB outside the door, so he walked over with a frown on his face and glanced at the tapestry in front of them with disgust.

"Well, this..." Harry's tone was vague. He hasn't decided yet whether to tell Sirius about Voldemort. It's not that he doesn't believe it, but he feels that since Sirius finally got out of Azkaban, he should enjoy a free life instead of doing it for his own sake. Worry and worry.

"An initial, I think Mr. Black should have more say on this issue." Irving said leisurely with a polite smile on his face.

Harry was startled and looked at the tapestry beside him in confusion: "Could it be that..."

"My brother." Sirius suddenly said in a hoarse voice, stretching out a finger to point to the name at the bottom of the family tree: Regulus Black, with the date of birth and death written behind it.

"Regulus Arcturus Black, a stupid, weak idiot." He looked away from the tapestry and looked at Harry, "I told you about my nasty family. They Crazy obsessed with pure blood, believing that people of the Black family are born noble, they even supported Voldemort's ideas back then..."

While he was talking, he secretly looked at Owen standing next to him, trying to see something from his expression. As Harry's godfather, he felt it was necessary to test whether Harry's Slytherin friends were trustworthy.

Owen maintained a calm smile, pretending not to notice the other person's scrutiny, and nodded slightly to him.

This performance made Sirius's heart skip a beat. He expressed his disapproval of the pure-blood theory in front of the other party and even mentioned Voldemort's name, but the little wizard could not change his face. To be able to do this, he is either an idiot or deeply scheming, and he obviously does not think Irving will be the former.

Sirius, who silently added Owen to his priority list, sighed inwardly, becoming increasingly worried about Harry's situation. With such a group of friends around him, he felt that Harry would either grow crooked or be screwed badly.

"Slytherin, how did he get into Slytherin?" Ever since he learned about part of Harry's experience of entering Hogwarts, Sirius had had this idea that made him scratch his head more than once, and he also wanted to be sorted into different houses. Cap chopped and fed to dogs on impulse.

"Well, my brother, Regulus, joined the ranks of Death Eaters just like our dear cousin Bellatrix." Sirius continued with a straight face, "Then he got scared. I just want to quit, but you can’t hand in a resignation letter to Voldemort and be done with it. Either you will work for life or you will die, so it is obvious that he paid the price with his life for his stupidity and weakness.”

"No! Maybe that's not the case!" Harry retorted with a stern look, "If he is RAB, then not only is he not weak, but he is extraordinary brave, Sirius."

"Locket...Did we see a locket when we were cleaning this house?" He paced back and forth in front of the tapestry, frowning in thought.

Sirius shook his head in confusion, intending to ask about Regulus, but did not interrupt Harry's thinking.

Seeing that things were on track, Owen smiled and leaned on the back of a high-backed chair, holding his chin with one hand and half-squinting his eyes.

"That's right, Dobby!" Harry shouted loudly, not finding any clues about the locket from his memory.

The diligent house elf appeared with a pop and said in a high voice: "Dobby is always ready to serve Harry Potter!"

"No, I need you to think about it, Dobby, have you ever seen a locket in this house?" Harry gestured, "It's probably this big, maybe a little smaller, well, maybe it's up there. There's a letter S or something..."

Dobby's big glass bead-like eyes suddenly lit up, and he said sharply: "Dobby saw a small box that couldn't be opened! Dobby obeyed Mr. Black's order and threw it away as garbage, but Dobby saw Kreacher picked it back up!"

Listening to Dobby's words, Harry's mood went up and down like a roller coaster, and finally landed on level ground. He let Dobby go with a sigh, then looked at Sirius expectantly.

Sirius, not knowing why he was looking for a locket, reluctantly called Kreacher over.

"Master." The skinny little house elf appeared in the living room wearing a dirty rag, bowed low, and then muttered to his knees: "Master is a disgusting scum, with mudblood abuse. The mistress's house. Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving the young master? How the mistress hates him..."

"Shut up, Kreacher." Sirius said impatiently, looking at Kreacher choking as if he was being strangled. "Let me ask you, did you take a locket that Dobby threw away? "

Kreacher closed his mouth tightly and stared at him with resentful eyes.

"Speak!" Sirius said angrily.

"Kreacher will not take anything from the master's home away from its proper place." Kreacher hissed, then lowered his voice and muttered, "Kreacher will never let the master bring his little brat and be mean and vicious. The house elves destroyed everything in the house..."

"I asked you if you had taken a locket!" said Sirius irritably.

"Don't be like this, Sirius..." Harry said soothingly.

"Yes!" Kreacher screamed in a bullfrog-like voice with his eyes closed, "Kreacher took away Master Regulus's locket. Kreacher will never allow Master to throw away what Master Regulus paid for with his life. Locket!”

He suddenly froze, realizing that the house elf he had spilled was standing there erect, and then burst into a scream that was so sharp it seemed to pierce his eardrums. He rushed to the nearby fireplace, grabbed the fire stick standing by the stove and hit himself on the head hard.

Harry rushed over, grabbed the fire poker and tried to snatch it away. He accidentally hit his elbow on the corner of the table and gasped in pain. Kreacher screamed loudly and tried to stick his hand into the flames of the fireplace.

"Stop, Kreacher!" Sirius finally recovered from what he had just said and shouted the order, finally making the house elf stop.

He looked at Kreacher, who was lying on his back and gasping for breath, and said with a sullen face: "Kreacher, I order you to tell me what exactly Regulus did about that locket and what did it do?"

Kreacher raised his ugly head and glared angrily at Sirius with bloodshot eyes, but in the end he could not disobey the order and reluctantly talked about Regulus's past in a low and hoarse voice. (End of chapter)