Chapter 39: Flame
As a branch of human beings, wizards and humans are no different in mind.
In the magic world, wizards with chaotic minds like humans have become the most complicated intelligent creatures compared to magical creatures such as centaurs and goblins.
And complicated thoughts mean that they are more easily influenced.
So, facing the temptation of the locket, Kreacher, whose mind is as pure as a child, remained unmoved, and stood firm in his faith, blocking the wavering Ron and Draco.
The slender and ugly fingers were like a magic wand, pointing at the two pure-blood wizard descendants whom he had dared not disobey and only dared to vent his anger verbally.
The locket is indeed a part of Voldemort. The dark and corrupt magic has now filled the entire cabin.
I just stopped Harry and won't hurt him. And Harry is obviously not right. Maybe I am helping him. Ron thought.
But on the other hand, the trust and friendship for Harry in his heart made him stand still.
So Ron just took out the magic wand and pretended.
Draco's thoughts and actions were similar to Ron's. He was more inclined to think that this was good for Harry, because this behavior was recognized by one of Regulus' Death Eaters.
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 unexpected power under the influence of positive emotions.
Harry still walked forward slowly, and the fiery red magic flowed with his blood, acting as a shield in the dark magic ocean.
The wand in his pocket was slightly hot and flew out as if it was alive.
The cool feeling from his forehead kept Harry awake and raised his intuition to the limit.
Everything made him feel that he had to destroy it!
The golden locket was a threat!
A flame emerged from the holly wand. It had no color, but it seemed to contain all colors.
All the good qualities contained in Harry Potter seemed to be seen from this invisible and intangible flame.
And this is the best magical substance to destroy this Voldemort Horcrux.
Better than the fangs of the basilisk, the all-consuming Fiendfyre!
No, don't!
You, you too?
You will regret it! The hissing sound of the locket became more and more urgent as the flame approached, and then there was a long scream.
A dazzling light flashed, 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 lying there, but it had lost its luster and no longer sparkled like before.
Even the emerald inlaid seemed to have become a cheap plastic craft.
Kreacher saw something in Ron and Draco's eyes, and he slowly turned around in an extremely funny posture, as if he was afraid of waking up from a sweet dream.
Master Regulus's order! Master Regulus's order is completed! Kreacher finally completed Master Regulus's order! Kreacher gasped, his shrunken chest rose and fell sharply, tears and snot flowed out like a waterfall, and he let out a blood-curdling scream.
Then, he rushed to the hearth at a speed that was totally incompatible with his age. When he reappeared, he was already next to the tarnished locket, holding a poker in his hand.
Crack!
Then there was the sound of something being smashed. It was the locket!
The locket was smashed by Kreacher!
Seeing the fragments of the locket in front of him, the elf froze and let go of the poker in his hand.
Kreacher lay straight on the cold stone floor, tears pouring out of his sunken eye sockets, and his wrinkled lips cracked comically, revealing gray teeth.
Like crying and laughing.
The teeth were intact, as if they had not been broken by Dobby's punch before.
After a long silence, a voice sounded, is he still alive, I mean Kreacher.
Is he cursed? Because he destroyed the locket. Ron said worriedly.
His ears were slightly red, as if he was ashamed for betraying Harry just now.
No, I don't think so, Kreacher was just too happy.
But what's in that locket?
He can actually speak. Draco exclaimed, also with a pink blush of shame.
But what made Draco most ashamed was that he didn't know whether to tell Harry about his and Ron's evil behavior. Harry just turned his back to them and didn't notice anything.
My father said never to believe anything that can think independently 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 shaken just now.
The thing in Slytherin's locket seems to be able to see through our hearts.
Ron and I both drew our wands at you. Draco said first.
At this moment, he and Ron both lowered their heads, waiting for Harry's judgment.
I have a secret that I haven't told you.
Every time I enter the state just now, I can feel everything around me.
But I don't feel any danger behind me.
Because my intuition tells me that my friends will not betray me.
I believe that even if you really cast a spell on me, it is just because you are worried about me.
Instead of being confused by this strange 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 with ease, their eyes blurred with tears.
After about ten minutes, Harry and the others came back to their senses from the atmosphere just now and had time to look at the current boiler room.
Is this Kreacher's nest?
Have we come to the wrong place? Ron and Draco couldn't help but say.
In the previous small room, only the items of the Black family were clean.
Others, Kreacher's thing made of rags that could barely be considered a bed and other places, were like a garbage dump.
And now, the dark ground is as white as new, spotless, and Kreacher's nest has also gotten rid of the old dirt and turned into a colorful appearance.
Even the rag on Kreacher's body has revealed its original vivid color.
Harry looked at all this strangely, and his spell always seemed to have some other strange effects.
When it was used against Quirrell, it cleaned the room of stench.
And now it seemed to have done another big cleanup?
Even Kreacher, who was no longer lying down, but sitting up, curled up, with his wet face between his knees, couldn't help but look around.
