Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 262 Locket

"what are these?"

“All gold!”

"Why is there still a pair of old trousers?" The sharp-eyed Ron was attracted by some sparkling trinkets and coins in the corner near the inside.

"There's a picture of my mother." Draco said, pointing to a silver photo frame. The person in the black and white photo looked at Draco arrogantly, as if he didn't recognize his son.

The next second, Draco couldn't help but shook his head. When this photo was taken, his mother probably didn't even know his father, let alone him.

"The one with the dark skin, the puffy eyelids, and the wide chin?" said Ron.

He always says something shocking.

"You forgot?" Harry looked at Ron in surprise.

Some time ago, they met Malfoy's mother. At that time, she had the same golden hair and white skin as the Malfoy family.

However, this also made him discover his blind spot, that is, the Black family did not have obvious characteristics like Weasley, Potter, and Malfoy.

The people in these photos are both white and black, and their facial features are not as delicate as those of Sirius and Draco's mother.

Although these are black and white photos, you can clearly see from the layering of the hair that even the hair color is different.

Just as Harry was still immersed in his own thoughts, a voice sounded.

It was Draco, and it took him a moment to realize what Ron had said.

Just now his attention seemed to be focused on the young version of his mother.

"Ron Weasley!" Draco jumped on Ron and strangled him a few times in revenge.

"You've seen my mother!"

"This is clearly Bellatrix Lestrange."

"My aunt - a notorious Death Eater," Draco said in a disgusted tone.

Although he had never met this aunt, his mother and father looked as if they were talking about a psychopath when they mentioned him.

She has many "great achievements", the most famous of which is torturing Neville's parents who were driven crazy by using the Cruciatus.

"She, why does she have such an annoying face?"

"She's disgusting at this moment." Ron apologized first and then complained.

Obviously, even if Ron had never seen this Death Eater, when he heard the name, he knew how much blood and gore were behind it.

"what is that?"

"I think I've seen it in the living room," Ron said, pointing to a golden locket.

The locket was gleaming gold, and was inlaid with equally gleaming emeralds, forming a snake-shaped 's'.

"This is what Sirius was about to throw away and then Kreacher picked it up," said Harry.

He glanced casually, but for some reason - boom!
The cold feeling from the scar on his head and the strange warmth surging from his heart swept over his entire body.

This is the feeling you only get when you see Voldemort!
"this!"

"This is Slytherin's locket!" Draco said in surprise.

"Slytherin?" Harry said in a slightly hoarse voice.

He was very curious. Could it be that this feeling had nothing to do with Voldemort, or was it directed at people or things related to Slytherin?

After all, one thing he hadn't told anyone else was that he was a Parseltongue.

Moreover, he learned from Ryan that Potter and Gaunt were also distant relatives.

Crack!

Kreacher appears!

He was thin and small, only half the height of a man, with pale skin hanging in folds and a lot of white hair growing out of his bat-like ears.

Still wearing the same dirty rag he had on when they first met him.

But now, his expression was completely different from when they first met or even during the brief time they spent together afterwards.

"Stay away from it!" Kreacher almost shouted.

And this time the reply was totally un-house-elf-like.

He didn't mention his own name, and no matter how much he looked down on Ron before, he wouldn't be so rude. After all, Ron was a pure-blood, and he was related to the Black family, so he should have said something like a pure-blood traitor.

Ron noticed this as well, "Kreacher?"

"you?"

"Stay away from what."

Draco pulled Ron down, "I think it's the locket."

"We're leaving now," Draco continued.

Ron nodded after he came to his senses. After all, this was Kreacher's lair, and it would be very rude to enter without permission.

"Harry?" Ron looked at his friend in confusion.

He didn't move, and his feet seemed to be rooted.

What was even more bizarre was Kreacher, whose ugly old face actually showed an expression of struggle.

It seemed as if there was another self struggling with him. "Harry Potter can stay."

"Old Kreacher has no choice. This is to carry out Master Regulus' orders."

"Can Harry Potter destroy it? Just like defeating that man?" Kreacher widened his gray eyes, and for some reason, it made people feel a little pitiful.

"Harry, we should go." Draco grabbed Harry's right hand.

He thought it was dangerous, and why destroy Slytherin's locket?

That Regulus is Sirius's younger brother.

But he was a Death Eater.

How could a Death Eater's orders be good?

Perhaps this locket is part of the defensive magic of Hogwarts.

Even if I have to destroy it, I have to go find Sirius first.

"No, Draco, I don't think I can go," said Harry.

"It's hot!" Draco let go of Harry's right hand.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that Harry's hand was very hot.

So, with Ron and Draco's worry and Kreacher's anticipation, Harry slowly walked towards the golden locket.

"Open." Harry Ford suddenly said in a hissing voice.

"Harry you're a Parseltongue!"

"how come!"

"Master Regulus' order! Kreacher--" Ron, Draco, and Kreacher couldn't help but say.

But Harry didn't say anything for some reason, he just felt a desire, a desire to feel threatened, to attack it.

The locket's little gold lid popped open with a click.

Behind each of the two small glass windows there was a living eye blinking, bright and dark.

Then a voice hissed from the Horcrux, "I sense your desire."

More than why, he was speaking Parseltongue, the same language as Harry, but somehow everyone present could clearly understand what he meant.

"Ron Weasley, you want to be as great as your dad. Become a prefect."

"Draco Malfoy, you are worried that your parents will defect to Voldemort."

"Kreacher, you want to destroy me, but I can achieve everything you want, including resurrecting Regulus."

"I can achieve everything you want, as long as you can stop Harry Potter."

It rolled its eyes, and there seemed to be some magical power in its hissing sound that could penetrate people's hearts and make people unable to help but surrender to it.

Ron and Draco couldn't help but draw their wands, their hands shaking slightly.

But Kreacher stood behind Harry, his eyes blurred with tears.

(End of this chapter)