Chapter 875: The Cold Light of the Sword

The wind blew the curtains of the old Black house, and faint moonlight flashed from the edges of the heavy, luxurious, and old curtains.

The room was silent and restless. Sirius paced back and forth from time to time, clearly unable to wait, yet not showing the slightest impatience.

He waited devoutly for that person, just as the night waits for the moonlight.

And for Kreacher beside him, he had long been used to it.

Days always passed like this, the wild grass in the middle of Grimmauld Place withered in the sun, becoming brittle and yellow, but his days remained unchanged.

Number 12 had never had any tenants, and this house had never been discovered by the surrounding neighbors.

The Muggle residents of Grimmauld Place, they had long been used to the ridiculous error of Number 11 being right next to Number 13.

But today, it was a special day after all.

Kreacher looked at his locket from time to time, feeling that he had become much "newer," just like the kitchen downstairs.

The kitchen, it was almost unrecognizable to Sirius.

Now the surfaces of everything were brand new: the copper pots and pans were polished to a rose-colored luster, the wooden tabletops were polished until they shone, the dinner plates were set, gleaming in the reflection of the fire, and a large pot was stewing over the joyful flames.

But the change in the house-elf who hurried to meet Sien was even greater than the change in the house; he was wrapped in a snow-white towel, the hair in his ears was as white and fluffy as cotton, and Regulus's locket was jumping on his thin chest.

"Young Master Green!"

Kreacher shouted in surprise.

"Respected Mr. Green."

Sirius also smiled respectfully.

Directly in front of their gaze, the figure of a young wizard was emerging from the shadows of the stairs.

He had a head of pitch-black, fluffy hair, a pair of green pupils that were hard to hide even in the dark, and beside him followed a short creature that was always keeping vigilant.

And most strikingly, when the young wizard appeared in the dim room, he was carrying a slender sword in his hand:

—sharp, luxurious, and there was a blood-red gem on the hilt.

"Gryffindor's sword?"

Sirius changed his expression immediately; he was, of course, familiar with this sword and this legend, because he had once come from Gryffindor House.

"Wizard, you have a good eye—"

The Pukwudgie butler snorted.

"How could..."

Sirius was truly unable to comprehend; he clearly remembered his deity walking in Hogwarts's Ravenclaw, so how could he appear carrying Gryffindor's sword?

Where did he find it?

And how could he pull it out?

Did Hogwarts actually allow him to appear carrying Gryffindor's sword?

"To destroy a Horcrux, we need some powerful magical artifacts; Gryffindor's sword was made by goblins and can absorb the power of the creatures it harms..."

Sien explained without changing his expression.

"But..."

Sirius was stuck for a moment.

Merlin—what Gryffindor hadn't had the fantasy of finding Gryffindor's sword?

What Gryffindor hadn't wanted to become an excellent duelist like Gryffindor, traveling the world with a luxurious and powerful sword?

But now it appeared, in the hands of a Ravenclaw, who didn't even notice the shocking nature of this matter, his plain tone like stating a fact:

—I needed the power of Gryffindor's sword, so it appeared and belonged to me.

"Can I... can I touch... sorry, Mr. Green, I was just too excited."

Sirius quickly realized his loss of composure and adjusted himself quickly.

"It's okay."

Sien said.

He could realize the impact of him holding Gryffindor's sword on a true Gryffindor. It was as if he himself hadn't expected that he could pull it out either.

Mr. Sorting Hat always said he possessed the courage recognized by Gryffindor, but Sien would sometimes be puzzled...

He was just moving forward.

"Will."

Sien called out lightly.

The Pukwudgie butler took something out of a sealed box with understanding, and the moment it was taken out, it attracted everyone's gaze.

Sirius stared at it with surprise and some panic. He looked at the snake-shaped "S," inlaid with sparkling emeralds, and it was easy to imagine it as a small snake coiled on cold stone.

And Kreacher screamed immediately:

"It's it! It's it! Kreacher couldn't leave a single mark on it!"

The house-elf said with that desperate screech,

"Kreacher tried all the methods, all the methods! But not one, not one succeeded...

There is so much powerful magic on the box, Kreacher believes it can only be destroyed from the inside, but it won't open...

Kreacher punished himself, tried again, and punished himself, tried again.

Kreacher failed to carry out the order, Kreacher couldn't destroy the locket!

The Mistress was driven mad with grief because Young Master Regulus disappeared, and Kreacher couldn't tell her what happened, couldn't, because Young Master Regulus for—forbade him from telling the fam—family about the ca—cave..."

Kreacher spoke extremely fast, choking up several times.

Even Sirius couldn't bear to listen:

"You stupid thing! How could you destroy it? If it is said that only an existence like Gryffindor's sword can cause it harm—then where would you find Gryffindor's sword?"

"Kreacher couldn't find it, Kreacher couldn't fulfill Young Master Regulus's final wish..."

Kreacher was so sad, letting the cold wind blow over his fingers scorched by self-punishment, letting the dilapidated street cast a pale light on his face.

"It's okay, Mr. Kreacher."

Sien said softly, and he raised the sword.

In an instant, a gale swept across the earth, blowing the curtains to roll forward violently, and the moonlight spilled in, outlining the silhouette of the black-haired young wizard.

He stood tall, holding the sword coldly, his pupils as sharp as the blade.

And the sword was suspended, undecided; Sien had just remembered an important thing.

The surface of the locket had all kinds of powerful magic; to chop it directly was a fantasy, it must be...

"Open."

Sien said in Parseltongue.

Thus, everyone stared at the locket, stared at the letter "S" in it, imagining a snake, and at this time the things in the locket were rustling like cockroaches in a cage.

And Sien's last word was like a hissing roar, causing the small gold lid of the locket to click open.

It revealed its internal appearance:

It had two small glass windows, behind which were two living eyes blinking, black and bright, like Tom Riddle's eyeballs before they turned red and the pupils turned into a line. ===== CHAPTER 876 =====