Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 203 The Locket is Obtained

Harry and Ron learned a lot about pure-blood families from Sirius Black.

Their pride, recklessness, nobility, and his younger brother, Regulus Black, who was considered by everyone to be superior to him.

And Voldemort.

Harry hadn't heard that name in a long time.

Since he accidentally learned some secrets in first grade, that name had been out of his mind for a whole year.

According to Sirius Black, the pure-blood families supported Voldemort's cause, all agreeing to maintain the purity of the wizarding bloodline, get rid of Muggle-born people, and let pure-bloods hold power.

His brother Regulus was a fanatical follower of this—and then one day he quietly disappeared.

Sirius Black guessed that he was either killed by Voldemort himself or ordered to be killed—not everyone deserved Voldemort to kill him personally.

Harry could tell that Sirius looked down on his brother—but when he spoke of him, there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Alright, enough of that. Did you see a giant's foot when you passed by earlier? I'll take you to see it—this old house is full of strange and unusual things like this."

I imagine you've never seen what a troll looks like, have you? This is something Defense Against the Dark Arts class can't teach you!

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and forced a smile.

"What—you guys haven't already seen the troll, have you? Levi even caught one and showed it to you? That's way too reckless of him!"

"Although I've heard—Professor Levi did seem to have used Transfiguration to create trolls in upperclassmen courses, but—"

"--We did it for other reasons."

Harry recounted his experience from his first year of high school—he and Ron risked their lives to save Hermione from being trapped in the bathroom by a troll.

After he finished speaking, Harry thought Sirius would reprimand them for their recklessness, just like Professor McGonagall did.

Unexpectedly, the other party became unusually excited after hearing this, and patted him and Ron on the back forcefully.

"Cool! Ron—I'm impressed with you. To be honest, you didn't seem very brave, but you turned out to be quite reliable when it really matters."

Ron's back ached from the pats, but he was also pleased by the praise, and his chest puffed out unconsciously.

Harry also felt a sense of relief—he was still proud of the crisis in his first year, and now, to receive Sirius's approval, he felt there couldn't be better.

The atmosphere became lively again.

Sirius Black seems to have shaken off his heavy memories and is now truly taking on the role of a tour guide leading the younger generation to explore the "haunted house."

"Come on, boys! Let me show you just how many 'treasures' the Black family has in their collection!"

He enthusiastically led them through the old house, which resembled a dilapidated ruin.

They saw a fan made from the wings of a curled-winged demon that automatically fanned the air.

A dressing mirror inlaid with black gemstones that would utter vicious curses at anyone who approached it—before it could take effect, Sirius covered it with an old bed sheet.

Nevertheless, Harry and Ron were startled and their expressions turned serious.

"Professor Levi taught us that we should wear dragonskin gloves when handling any unfamiliar magical objects, otherwise we—"

Ron offered his suggestions.

Harry nodded in agreement.

But Sirius disagreed, saying defiantly, "With me here watching, what could possibly happen to you? Although Levi is very talented, you must be careful—if you idolize someone too much, you'll lose the dignity of a wizard."

Seeing that he said that, neither Harry nor Ron insisted—but the two looked at each other and saw the subtle meaning in each other's eyes—although Sirius Black seemed to be a powerful wizard, in their hearts he was no match for Professor Levi.

But in such a happy atmosphere, why would we want to sabotage things?

Afterwards, the group looked at a glass jar containing a constantly wriggling specimen that resembled some kind of magical parasite.

A room filled with ancient flying brooms, some of which are so bizarrely shaped that one wonders if they can actually fly.

In a room that resembled a study, Ron accidentally bumped into a silver inkstone, which immediately turned into a screeching silver snake that wriggled on the table until Sirius Black recited a spell to restore it to its original state.

Harry and his companion were amazed, completely immersed in this novel and exciting adventure.

Sirius Black also enjoyed this feeling—it was as if he had returned to the past and was adventuring with James and the others.

Unbeknownst to them, they descended the narrow staircase and gradually arrived at the bottom floor of the house.

It was darker and damper here than upstairs, and the air was filled with a stronger musty smell and a smell similar to old onions.

"This area is probably the kitchen and storage area."

Sirius frowned, examining the grease-stained walls—he'd wanted to ask him for a long time: what was wrong with Kreacher? Why had he left the ancestral home in this state? Had he really gone mad with age?
Although he didn't care about the house, seeing a house-elf like this made him feel uncomfortable!

Harry and Ron clearly didn't like it here either.

After a quick look around, the three were about to leave—but just then, Sirius was suddenly drawn to a bright light in the closet.
He found it hard to describe the feeling.

So he went over to find out what was going on.

A gold pendant box, linked by a silver chain, lay there quietly—Sirius opened the cupboard and said happily:

"Look what I found."

He held the locket in his hand and showed it to the two of them.

"This should be Salazar Slytherin's locket. I never expected it to be hidden here!"

"Slytherin's locket?!"

Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

This thing made them think of something else—Harry had experienced how amazing Ravenclaw's crown was, and Ron was extremely envious of it.

His two older brothers boasted to him countless times during the summer vacation about the amazing experience of wearing the crown.

"Will it have a magical effect like the Ravenclaw tiara?"

Harry asked curiously.

"A magical effect? ​​No—it's completely different from a crown."

Sirius noticed their expectant expressions, shook his head, and chuckled:

"Are you all so interested in the benefits of magical items? Although I've never used a crown, I know from experience that knowledge can only be acquired by oneself, not bestowed upon one by others."

"It's just a decoration, but—perfect, it lets me repay a favor."

Sirius held the locket in his hand, a figure flashing through his mind.

(End of this chapter)