Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 263 Flame
As a branch of humanity, wizards are no different mentally from humans.

In the magical world, wizards, who have chaotic minds like humans, become the most complex intelligent creatures compared to magical creatures such as centaurs and goblins.

And complicated thoughts mean that you are more easily influenced.

So, faced with the temptation of the locket, Kreacher, whose mind was as pure as a child, remained unmoved and remained firm in his beliefs, standing in front of the wavering Ron and Draco.

The thin, ugly finger was like a magic wand, pointing at the two pure-blood wizard descendants whom he had not dared to disobey and could only vent his anger verbally.

The locket was truly a part of Voldemort, and its dark, corrupting power now filled the entire cabin.

"I'm just stopping Harry, I'm not hurting him. And Harry is obviously not right, maybe I'm helping him." Ron thought.

But on the other hand, his deep trust and friendship for Harry made him stand still.

So Ron just took out his wand and pretended to do it.

Draco's thoughts and actions were similar to Ron's. He was more inclined to believe that this was good for Harry because this behavior was recognized by Regulus, a Death Eater.

However, he also chose to believe Harry.

The power of wizards is like their thoughts, chaotic and full of infinite possibilities.

Perhaps they are more easily influenced, but they can often burst out with unexpected power under the influence of positive emotions.

Harry still walked slowly forward, the fiery red magic flowing with his blood, acting as a shield in the ocean of dark magic.

The wand in his pocket felt slightly hot and flew out as if it were alive.

The cool feeling on his forehead kept Harry awake and enhanced his intuition to the limit.

Everything made him feel like destroying it!
That gold locket is a threat!
A flame emerged from the holly wand. It had no color, but it seemed to contain all colors.

All the good qualities of Harry Potter seemed to be reflected in this invisible and intangible flame.

And this is the best magical substance to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux.

Better than the fangs of a basilisk, better than the all-devouring Fiendfire!
"no, do not want!"

"You-you too?"

"You'll regret this!" The hissing of the locket became more and more urgent as the flames approached, followed by a long scream.

There was a blinding flash of light, and Ron and Draco's wands fell to the ground. Harry couldn't help but cover his eyes.

Harry slowly and tentatively opened his eyes. The golden locket was still there, but it had lost its luster and no longer sparkled as before.

Even the inlaid emeralds seemed like cheap plastic handicrafts.

Kreacher saw something from Ron and Draco's eyes. He turned slowly in an extremely funny posture, as if he was afraid of being awakened from a sweet dream.

"Master Regulus' order! Master Regulus' order has been completed! Kreacher has finally completed Master Regulus' order!" Kreacher gasped for breath, his shriveled chest heaving violently, tears and snot flowing out like a waterfall, and he let out a scream that made one's blood freeze.

Then, with a speed totally unbecoming of his age, he dashed to the hearth, and reappeared beside the tarnished locket, holding a poker in his hand.

Click!

Then there was the sound of something breaking.

It's a locket!

The locket was smashed by Kreacher!

Seeing the fragments of the locket in front of him, the elf froze and dropped the poker.

Kreacher lay stretched out on the cold stone floor, tears streaming from his sunken eye sockets, his wrinkled lips comically split, revealing his gray teeth.

Crying and laughing.

The tooth was intact, as if it had not been broken by Dobby's punch. After a long silence, a voice sounded, "Is he still alive? I mean Kreacher."

"Could he have been cursed? - for destroying the locket," said Ron worriedly.

His ears turned slightly red, as if he was ashamed of having betrayed Harry just now.

"No, I don't think so. Kreacher is just too happy."

"But what's in that locket?"

"He can actually speak." Draco exclaimed, with the same blush of shame.

But what mortified Draco most was that he didn't know whether to tell Harry about his and Luo's behavior - Harry had his back to them and didn't notice anything.

"My dad said never to trust anything that thinks for itself unless you see where it hides its mind."

"That locket is obviously not a good thing."

"And Harry, I just, I -" Ron's lips trembled slightly.

"Me too, Ron and I were both shaken just now."

"The thing in Slytherin's locket seems to be able to see into our hearts."

"Ron and I both have our wands drawn at you," Draco said first.

At this moment, he and Ron both lowered their heads, waiting for Harry's judgment.

"I have a secret I haven't told you."

"Every time I enter the state just now, I can feel everything around me."

"But I didn't sense any danger behind me."

"Because my instinct tells me that my friends won't betray me."

"I believe that even if you did cast a spell on me, it was only because you were worried about me."

"Instead of being confused by this weird thing." Harry smiled and said gently.

He picked up the wands that fell on the ground and returned them to their owners.

Ron and Draco couldn't help but smile in relief, their eyes misty with tears.

About ten minutes later, Harry and the others finally came back to their senses from the atmosphere just now and had time to look at the current boiler room.

"Is this Kreacher's lair?"

"Maybe we have come to the wrong place." Ron and Draco couldn't help but say.

In this small room, only the items belonging to the Blake family were considered clean.

The rest, including Kreacher's bed made of rags and other places, looked like a garbage dump.

Now, the dark ground was as white as new and spotless, and Kreacher's nest had also gotten rid of the old dirt and became colorful.

Even the rag on Kreacher's body revealed its original vivid colors.

Harry looked at all this strangely, this spell of his always seemed to have some other strange effects.

When used against Quirrell, it cleanses the house of stench.

And now it seems like another big cleanup has been done?

Even Kreacher, who was no longer lying down but sitting up, curled up with his wet face between his knees, could not help looking around.

(End of this chapter)