Chapter 162: destroy

"I'm alive." Pansy breathed greedily in this rare, fresh air, his mouth slightly raised, showing a satisfied smile. If the boring air in this old house let her breathe in, Pansy felt that she was at any time. May faint.
　　 She slightly leaned her head out of the window, overlooking the desolate view of the block downstairs.
Malfoy went straight to the exquisite fireplace directly in front of the room. On the left and right of the fireplace were two gorgeous glass cabinets, and a wall was covered with a black family tree genealogy tapestry, and the pictures above were sprawling. , Can be traced back to the Middle Ages.
　　 The top of the tapestry is embroidered with several large characters: the noble oldest Black family is always pure.
"Why is this blanket burnt so many holes? If this blanket is burnt out in my house, it will be replaced at most one day. It seems that the rumors of the rich Black family are false." Pansy Then he walked back to Malfoy, followed his eyes, and saw the tapestry that had been burned through a few holes, tilting his head to the side, and said disdainfully.
　　 "To treat those traitors who betrayed the so-called "family glory", they chose to be punished by removing them from their names. The first thing is to erase their names from the genealogy." Malfoy said lightly.
　　 "Is it?" Pansy set her eyes on the tapestry again, and looked closely.
"Oh, I know, Sirius Black must have been imprisoned in Azkaban, so he didn't have his name on it, because the people in the family thought it was a shame." Pansy patted his hands gently. After a moment, she said in a sudden tone that this was the conclusion she drew after staring at this tapestry for a few seconds.
　　 "You may be right." Malfoy didn't want to explain more, this was unnecessary, and Pansy's inference was quite reasonable in a sense, he was still prepared not to attack Pansy's enthusiasm.
　　 And Malfoy couldn't explain why he knew the so-called truth.
"Go back a little bit, and then something strange might pop out." Malfoy reminded Pansy behind him that he was about to open the two dirty glass cabinets, and the Horcrux was probably hiding it. .
　　Panxi immediately stepped back a few steps, but still watched Malfoy's movements intently.
　　 "Then be careful, Draco." Pansy reminded aloud.
Sure enough, there were a lot of strange magic items hidden inside, and Malfoy dealt with them carefully. A silver snuff box seemed to suddenly have life. He jumped out of the partition, trying to bite his hand, and then was A curse shattered into small pieces of silver, and a multi-legged tweezers of silverware moved quickly along Malfoy's arm and ran straight to the throat, seeming to want to pierce his skin, but it was very He was almost picked up by the magic wand in Malfoy's hand and flew out of the window.
"Why not?" Malfoy frowned uncontrollably, and the contents of the glass cabinet were visible in front of his eyes. Except for the offensive objects that he had just solved, only a lot of antiques remained. Seal, a few short swords that have been rusted, animal claws, coiled snake skin, a decorative crystal bottle, set with an opal, which contains blood.
　　 Finally appeared in his eyes was a dusty music box.
　　 Malfoy grabbed it in his hand, twisted the spring slightly, and then began to vaguely send out ominous music of Tintin Dongdong in the music box.
"Germany..." Pansy felt sleepy when he heard this voice, his eyes became glared, and then yawned, his body began to sway, and finally he leaned back and fell behind. On the soft sofa, even Malfoy's name was not finished.
　　 "You better sleep first." Malfoy said softly as he looked at Pansy who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. .
　　 The process of destroying Horcruxes should be kept secret no matter what, whether for her own sake or her safety.
　　 Sometimes knowing too much is never a good thing.
　　 Then Malfoy gently closed the lid of the music box, smoothly removed the earplugs plugged in his ears, and threw them on the floor.
　　 "Clice." Malfoy then spit out the name of the house elf from his mouth.
　　 only heard an explosive sound, and Kreacher appeared in front of Malfoy, with a black brush in his hand, dust all over his body, and it looked like he was cleaning.
　　 "Master Malfoy, what do you instruct?" Kreacher asked, bowing respectfully.
It seems that he adapts quickly to the arrival of the new owner. If other wizards inherit the old house, it is impossible to get Kleece's approval so quickly, but Malfoy and the Black family brought their own identity and identity. Also pure blood, he quickly gained Kleecher's loyalty.
"I order you, Kreacher. You visited a cave more than ten years ago and took a box from there. I asked you to give me that box." Malfoy said his purpose very directly. He suddenly realized that he didn't have to look around like a headless fly. The house-elf in front of him was a witness to all the acts of Regulus. He knew all the inside.
　　I just need to order it hard to get the truth.
　　 Regulus sacrificed himself at that time, let Kliche bring the Horcrux back, and ordered him to destroy the Horcrux.
　　 But a common house elf, how can this most evil be destroyed. Perhaps a magic item that has been protected?
　　So, the Horcrux that caused Regulus to give his life should be hidden somewhere in this house now, and Kreacher couldn't help not knowing it.
"Master Regulus said that Kreacher could not tell any family...anyone in the family...anything that happened in the cave..." Kreacher heard Malfoy's order, his eyes suddenly lost his spirit, Then stammered, answering Malfoy's question with that bullfrog-like low voice.
　　It is resisting, resisting Malfoy's request, which is almost impossible to happen to the house-elves who follow the master's order as the supreme law.
"I'm not a direct member of the Black family. Besides, Kreacher, you know, I'm your new master. The former master's restrictions on you should no longer bind you." Malfoy's eyes were fixed on Klee. Cut, not relaxed at all, and he didn't want to force this poor house-elf too hard, he could only start from the loophole in Regulus's words.
　　 Then Malfoy saw that Kreacher's eyes seemed to have focus again, and his stiff body began to tremble, shaking, panting, and his shriveled chest rose and fell sharply, making a blood-clotting scream--
"Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to execute the order of the young master!" The terrible memory deep inside was released, Kreacher's expression fell into panic and remorse, his body suddenly moved and chose When he rushed to the fire stick standing by the fire, he had to beat himself and punish himself. He failed to complete the task given to him by Master Regulus!
　　 "I order you to stop, Kreacher." Malfoy said slowly.
　　The words fell, and Kelly fell straight on the cold floor, and tears poured out of the recessed eye sockets.
　　 "Give me that box and I will fulfill Regulus' unfinished wish." Malfoy walked to the floor where Klitsch was lying and looked at Klitsch's sunken eyes sincerely.
"No, no, that's a terrible box. Kreacher can't murder the new owner." Kreacher still shed tears in his eyes, shaking his head on the floor, flowing into his long nose. In the grinning mouth, gray teeth can be seen.
　　 "Terror?" Malfoy sharply grasped a word in Klee's incision, thinking.
　　 It is very likely that Slytherin’s pendant box has shown its power as a Horcrux to confuse people's hearts, perhaps because Kreacher is a domestic elf and is different from ordinary wizards.
　　 "I repeat again, I order you to give me that box." Malfoy said slowly, but there was a firmness that could not be refused in the tone.
　　 "That box is hidden in the place where Kreacher usually sleeps!" Kreacher suddenly began to scream, and a wheel rolled over the stone floor and stood up, rushing downstairs.
　　 "The basement?" Malfoy didn't have time to think about it. Why did he check it out more carefully, but did he miss it? He followed Klitsch down the stairs all the way.
　　 "It turns out so." Soon, Malfoy followed Klitsch's footsteps to the basement that had just turned around with Pansy, and then watched Klitsch rushed past and opened the cupboard.
　　 There is a sink there, and below is a hole, the hole is filled with traces of oil stains, and a few dead insects lie.
　　 "This is the place where Kreacher usually sleeps." At this time Kreacher's expression was full of pride, as if it was the place where he lived. The simpler and dirtier he was, the more he was proud of it.
"But Kreacher is still reluctant to let the new owner get this box. This box is the thing of the black devil. This is too evil and cruel. Master Regulus is just for it..." Klice said, saying, Sadness began to surge again, and the voice began to twitch again.
　　 Malfoy ignored him, but whispered, "Dobby." He called the house elf brought from his house.
"Dobby is always ready to listen to the young master's mission." I have to say that the house elf is very good at phantom migration, and after only a moment, Dobby came to Malfoy and bent his waist. , A salute.
　　 "Look at him." Malfoy stared at Dobby, pointing a finger at Kreacher.
"The sword is flying!" Then Malfoy raised his wand and chanted the spell. I saw Gryffindor's sword straight through the door of the room and flew into his hand. If someone was present, if you observe carefully, you will find the tip of the sword A black liquid was quenched.
　　At that moment, the box had been picked up by Kreacher from the hole and rolled down onto the dusty ground.
Malfoy stared at the pendant box in front of him. This box was inlaid with a blue and green python-like gemstone, which was laid out in an "S" shape, and there were strange patterns all over it. It was vomiting letters and opening With a big mouth in its blood basin, it seemed to see food, and it flew at any time to prepare for prey. Around the green gem, it was engraved with astrological symbols and notations of visual orientation.
　　 These symbols relate to astrological knowledge about the measurement of the relative angles of planets and their relationship to each other.
　　 "It's you." Malfoy nodded confidently, and then no longer hesitated, began to destroy the Horcrux, night long dreams, and late changes.
　　 seemed to feel the danger. At this time, the contents of the pendant box were rustling like cockroaches in the cage, as if seeking the sympathy of others, and then the small gold cover of the pendant box popped off with a click.
Behind the two small glass windows, there was a live eye blinking, black and bright, like Tom Riddle’s eyeball, Malfoy was somewhat impressed, but then the pair of eyes narrowed again, from the quiet The bright black became red.
　　 "What do you want? I can satisfy you!" The hissing voice kept coming from this pendant box.
　　 Malfoy was unmoved.
With the sound of "Zheng", Gryffindor's sword was swung high and fell quickly, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then the tip of the sword passed through the evil eyes with great precision. Dive in.
　　 neat and clean!
　　According to the convention~EbookFREE.me~The Horcrux still spontaneously exerts his magic power to the people around him, tempting, hoping that someone can hook and provide him with the energy of resurrection.
　　 But Malfoy, who had already destroyed several Horcruxes, was not shaken by the magic-like enchanting sound, or, so far, his desires had not reached the point where the Horcruxes were aroused.
In a sense, Voldemort’s sense of crisis is too strong. His vision has made him start to fear death from his teenage years, but that is the most energetic and energetic stage of mankind, but he still started. It was incredible how embarking on his longevity plan.
　　The ancient king, even if he was superstitious about alchemy, then most of them reached the age of knowing destiny, tasted and felt the terrible power of time, and then began to pursue the near-impossible ray of dawn—longevity.
　　 "The meaningless temptation." Malfoy stared at the already broken pendant box. He laughed contemptuously and shook his head.
　　 At this moment, the colored silk lining of the pendant box emits a ray of light smoke, which symbolizes the complete destruction of this Horcrux.
　　 Horcruxes are evil again, but after all, they are only a part of a person's soul's appendages, and the things that are tempted by tossing and turning are wealth, power, and power.
　　 But these things are often only tempting to those who lack them.
　　
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