Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 498 Successfully Entering the Boiler Room

Harry thought this would bother him for a long time.

After all, that was a gate that even Avada Kedavra couldn't destroy.

"Well, the evil side of Kreacher will probably listen to me, so there shouldn't be any problem." When he was thinking about how to talk to Sirius in a roundabout way to let Kreacher accompany him to the mirror world, and how to deal with the evil side of Kreacher, Ginny proposed a possibility.

"Harry, you can reach any place with a mirror in the Mirror World, right?"

"In the heavily guarded room you are going to, is there a flat mirror that can refract light?" Ginny said this after telling Ginny about a room that could not be opened found in the mirror world and how he really wanted to go in and take a look.

"It clearly contains..." Harry was about to retort, because he had seen the Black family treasures hidden by Kreacher in Kreacher's room before.

There are gold and silver products inside that are so shiny that they can reflect one's own light.

But the next second he recalled the scene when he had the vision.

It seemed that the treasures were no longer in that room.

Only after being cleaned by Harry's spell, it now remains in a neat strip.

so--

He just needed to give Kreacher a present!
And among the gifts, which were so numerous that it would take an entire room to store them all, it couldn't be easier to find a mirror.

Harry remembered several similar gifts.

He just needed to choose one that was consistent with the style of the Black family.

"Ginny, I'm going to Sirius's house." After thinking about it, Harry suddenly stood up.

"Harry?"

"Do you want to come back and live here?"

"Where are Ron and Draco?"

"Especially Draco, you left him at the Weasley's house?" Sirius, who was boiling a pot of coffee in the kitchen, stood up in surprise.

"this--"

"that--"

"I just came back for a visit. I'll have to go back soon." Harry rubbed his feet on the floor unconsciously in embarrassment.

"No, I can understand that."

"Just like I just want to be with Regulus all day long." Sirius smiled carefreely, then looked at Harry curiously, "What are you doing back here?"

"I came back to look for Kreacher," Harry said quickly.

"Oh, like me and James when we were kids, planning to rely on house-elves to go to places we can't go normally?"

"Like Hogwarts in the summer?" Sirius looked like he knew a lot.

"Yeah, it's a secret between me and Draco. Even if I don't explain it, you can't..." Harry had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Of course, children can have their own secrets, as long as they don't hurt others, well, except for Snotlout."

"Could it be that this secret won't hurt Snotlout, but will hurt someone else?" Sirius looked at Harry seriously.

"Neither, I'm leaving first." Harry just turned around and was about to walk towards the kitchen storage room when he saw a figure.

"Great Master Harry, do you have anything you want to order?"

"As long as you give me your orders, I can do it even if it means teaching my unfilial son a lesson." Kreacher bent down quietly and half-knelt in front of Harry. It was unknown how long he had been there.

"When did you show up, Kreacher?" Harry couldn't help laughing.

"When Master Harry mentioned my name." Kreacher widened his eyes as big as tennis balls, and the white hair in his bat ears trembled slightly, looking like he was eager to be ordered.

Harry doubted that Kreacher would have chopped off his own head and hung it on the wall like his ancestors had.

"Let's go to your room."

"By the way, where are the treasures in your room?" Harry asked casually as he walked.

"That's not Kreacher's baby."

"They are the precious treasures of the Black family!" "Because of the great Master Regulus, the prodigal son no longer deliberately destroys the treasures of the Black family."

"So Kreacher doesn't have to keep the treasure in Kreacher's room for protection." Kreacher looked at Harry puzzledly, as if doubting why the great Master Harry would ask such a stupid question.

"I just think your house is too boring."

"Well, here, this is a mirror. Wouldn't it be nice to wake up every day and look in the mirror?"

"And it's a great decoration, too." Harry pulled out a silver mirror with a snake engraved on it from his pocket.

Handed it to Kreacher.

Under Harry's expectant gaze, Kreacher took the mirror with tears in his eyes, easily opened the door that he couldn't open in the mirror world, and then hung the mirror on the wall beside him.

This is where the photos of the three Bella sisters were originally placed.

"Kreacher - Kreacher doesn't know what to say. The great and kind Harry Potter not only saved poor Master Regulus, but also gave humble Kreacher a gift." Kreacher closed the door and said with emotion after walking out.

"nothing."

"You deserve this."

"Although you hate Sirius, I have to say that you take good care of him." Harry suppressed his embarrassment and pretended that he really wanted to give a gift.

What was even more embarrassing was that he realized one thing: he could have asked Kreacher to temporarily open the door of the boiler room and not close it before he came back.

But he only thought of giving a mirror.

"Kreacher will look in the mirror every day, no, every hour, as Harry Potter has instructed."

Ten minutes later, Harry breathed a sigh of relief after escaping Kreacher's viral gratitude.

He told Sirius openly that he had returned to the Weasleys.

But he didn't.

Instead, he was currently in the Blake home's third-floor bedroom.

She was walking towards the large floor-to-ceiling mirror in his bedroom with a hopeful look.

He fell into the familiar darkness again. After looking around for a few seconds, he finally found the extra door among the several light doors near him.
Harry opened his eyes.

Damn!

He couldn't stand and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Kreacher had laid strips of cloth on the floor of the boiler room.

I looked back with my face on the ground and thought with relief.

However, the next second, he had no time to think about it anymore.

It was a feeling even more intense than when he faced the remnant of Voldemort in his first year.

He now seemed to have entered a quagmire, unable to move, and a sticky, gloomy magic filled the room.

The monster he had seen in his vision was just inches from his face.

The monster looked like it had a layer of red skin that had been peeled off, and he could see it very clearly at this moment.

The little monster seemed to be affected by him and couldn't move.

I can only cry helplessly.

The magic in Harry's body, especially in his forehead, seemed to have made contact with the little monster nearby.

His head seemed to be about to explode
But all of this doesn't affect a single thing.

That is, like the little monster, his mouth can still move.

"The creator of thousands of stars. The remaining traces and memories will appear and be recast under your third vision of exploring destiny!" Along with the appearance of the last prayer, a magical power like hot magma poured into the room, enveloping him and the little monster.

Then there was an intense pain, as if being cut by a thousand knives.

Harry's vision gradually blurred and fell into darkness.

(End of this chapter)