Chapter 458 The Old House of the Black Family

At the moment when the soul-locking talisman was attached to the jewelry box, the alluring voice suddenly disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the elites from the Smith family gradually came back to their senses from their trance. But when they realized what they had just experienced, a chill surged up their spines, and cold sweat instantly soaked their bodies. Who would have thought that just to find an item, they would encounter such a thrilling scene. They didn't even dare to think about what they would have experienced if the talisman hadn't been attached in time...

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Fiammetta breathed a sigh of relief. She put the jewelry box into the storage ring without hesitation, and her movements were quick and decisive. After that, everyone cleaned up the scene and disappeared into the night...

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly. Number 12 Grimmauld Place, which had been deserted for a long time, welcomed two uninvited guests - Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy. The two stood in front of the door with calm faces. After they pressed the doorbell several times in a row, an elderly house-elf slowly opened the door.

But the moment the house-elf saw the person coming, he started crying frantically: "Miss Narcissa, is it really you? I haven't seen you for a long time. How have you been recently?" While speaking, tears kept falling from his big wrinkled eyes.

Narcissa has never been a good-tempered person, but today, she was busy and greeted him with a rare smile: "Well, I've been doing well recently. How about you? Old Kreacher, are you okay?"

Kreacher was so excited when he heard this that he burst into tears again and said, "Thank you Miss Narcissa for your concern. Kreacher is fine. Kreacher will continue to serve the Black family."

But at this moment, the portrait of Mrs. Black on the wall suddenly said in a rough voice, "Oh, who did I think it was? Isn't this my dear niece and niece-in-law? How come you still remember me after not seeing me for such a long time?"

"Aunt, from what you said, a lot of things have happened outside during this period." Narcissa did not care about the other party's sarcasm, but explained gently. She knew her aunt's strange temper very well, and now was not the time to cause trouble.

"The Dark Lord has fallen, what big deal can happen now?" Mrs. Black said disdainfully.

"Alas, aunt, since our brothers and sisters were captured, this house has been isolated from the world, so you are so calm." Narcissa said with a sad face. She tried to make Mrs. Black realize the severity of reality: "But in fact, there are various mysterious organizations emerging now, specifically targeting pure-blood families like us, and some even have their eyes on the Dark Lord."

"How is it possible? Is there anyone who dares to target the Dark Lord?" Mrs. Black obviously didn't believe it.

But soon, Narcissa and Lucius began to talk about the changes in the current wizarding world. Of course, what they said was seven parts true and three parts false, which frightened an old lady portrait and an elderly house elf.

"You mean, there is a mysterious organization that specifically targets pure-blood families?" Mrs. Black asked hesitantly.

"Yes, aunt." Narcissa answered seriously: "I have already said it just now. Two years ago, our Haruyuki family suffered a great loss because of the children of the Lestrange family."

Mrs. Black frowned and thought for a moment before asking again: "But what does this have to do with our Black family?"

"Well, originally this really has nothing to do with our Black family, but recently their people got the news from somewhere, saying that our Black family has a token left by the Dark Lord. For this token, they are willing to dig up the old house of the Black family. By then, our old house will..." Although Narcissa did not finish her words, the meaning was self-evident.

But these words made Mrs. Black furious. She tore the painting apart frantically, as if she was going to burst out of it the next moment: "These bastards are so bold that they dare to target our Black family! We are not easy to bully!"

But after a moment of madness, she calmed down and asked in a serious tone: "Tell me, do you have any way to resist them? Also, what is the token of the Dark Lord they are talking about?" She stared at Narcissa, hoping to get a satisfactory answer.

"Since the disappearance of the Dark Lord, the power of our pure-blood family has declined a lot. In recent years, in order to fight against those evil organizations targeting us, the power of the pure-blood family has become even weaker. Therefore, direct confrontation... is difficult..." Narcissa explained with difficulty: "As for the token... Well, you have to ask Kreacher... According to the current information, my cousin Regulus asked Kreacher to bring back a token of the Dark Lord. I haven't found out what it is..."

"Kreacher! What on earth is going on?" Mrs. Black suddenly roared, her face frighteningly gloomy, her eyes flashing with anger and disappointment.

"Mistress, I was wrong, I was really wrong!" Kreacher was terrified. His skinny body was shaking, but he still insisted on banging his head on the floor frantically: "But...but Master Regulus forbids me to tell anyone about this, including you, the mistress."

"Enough, Kreacher!" Mrs. Black roared, interrupting the house-elf's self-abuse: "I don't want to listen to your useless talk, I want to know what's going on! Tell me the truth!" Her voice was full of majesty and could not be ignored.

"Yes, mistress..." Kreacher answered tremblingly, but his pleading eyes always stayed on Narcissa.

"Kreacher, don't be anxious, take your time." Narcissa whispered to comfort her.

"Okay, okay, Miss Narcissa!" Kreacher looked at Narcissa gratefully. Then, he began to recount the painful past, "Back then, Master Sirius left. He finally left. That's great! He always broke the rules and broke the mistress's heart... But Master Regulus was well-educated. He knew the meaning of pure blood and the glory of the Black family..."

"Don't say that nonsense!" Mrs. Black roared again: "Tell me the truth, Kreacher! I want to know how my son died!"

At this moment, the old house-elf finally fell into memories...