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Chapter 376 Commemorative Locket

"To be honest, I really don't understand what collection value these things have."

Ron was fiddling with a dusty box, which contained a Medal of the Order of Merlin, first class, and muttered softly.

He and Harry and Hermione were in front of the glass case next to the fireplace in the living room on the second floor of No. 12 Grimmauld Place,
Tomorrow is the day when school starts, so they still don't feel sleepy at night, and they are playing with things in Sirius' house together boredly.

By now they all knew that this temporary headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was actually the ancestral home of the Black family.

It's just that besides Bella who married into the Lestrange family, there is only one male member of the Black family, Sirius. Betrayer private property of broken family.

"This medal is really worthless. According to Sirius, it was awarded to him by the Ministry of Magic as a reward to his grandfather, just because he donated a large amount of gold."

Looking at the old medal, Harry recalled.

Hermione wrinkled her nose.

"Even a hundred such first-class medals are not as good as the one that Professor Forrest won this summer vacation."

"Of course." Ron also said, and then he took out a tweezers-like utensil with multiple legs from the glass cabinet.

This spider-like thing was alive. When Harry and the others explored the glass case for the first time, this thing tried to bite Harry, but Sirius slapped him to death with a book.

Ron threw the fake spider aside in disgust, while Harry picked up an unknown locket.

The relief of a snake can be vaguely seen on this locket, but no matter what, there is no way to open it.

"This thing may be an antique." Ron looked at the locket in Harry's hand and said, "It may be a family heirloom of the Black family or something."

"How could a family heirloom be casually thrown in this place."

As Harry said, he wanted to throw the locket back to its original position, but he suddenly stopped, and after thinking about it, he still put it in his pocket.

"At least it can be used as a souvenir. When I go to school tomorrow, ask Sirius if I can take it with me."

Ron wasn't interested in the tattered locket, he pointed to the first-class medal that belonged to Sirius' grandfather.

"If it's a souvenir, it's better to take this."

While they were chatting, a shrill voice suddenly sounded beside them.

"Everything here belongs to the Black family! You are stealing!"

The speaker is Kreacher, the house-elf of the Black family, an elf who is deeply poisoned by Sirius' mother's concept of pure blood.

He was old, despised and loathed Muggles, and utterly hated his only titular master now, Sirius.

Naturally, they would not have a friendly attitude towards Harry and the others who lived in No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Hey, don't put it so harshly, Kreacher, Harry's Sirius' godson, and besides Sirius doesn't give a damn about all this crap," Ron muttered.

But Kreacher didn't stop there, he was still staring at Harry closely, chanting words like "shameful thief, despicable robber" in his mouth.

Harry didn't care about it either, because of Sirius, it wasn't a day or two that the house elf couldn't understand him.

At this time, Mrs. Weasley seemed to hear the movement, and came down from the upstairs bedroom.

"It's late, you really should go to bed, children, and you have to get up early to catch the train tomorrow morning."

Driven by Mrs. Weasley, they could only end the treasure hunt in the living room and return to their respective bedrooms.

Even after Harry and the others left, Kreacher didn't leave. He squatted in front of the glass cabinet, straightened out all the messy things that Ron had turned over, and kept talking.

".Kreacher can't stop them, Master Regulus, Kreacher can't stop them"

And so passed the last night of August.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Weasley woke up all the children living here on time, urged them to get up and have breakfast, and then they would be sent to King's Cross Station to take the Hogwarts Express.

At breakfast, Sirius certainly did not refuse Harry to take away the locket as a souvenir, and even suggested to him that this rag was too cheap, and he seemed to have a commemorative coin made of pure gold in his room. It's more appropriate to keep things as souvenirs.

Harry quickly refused. He wanted to take this locket not only because he wanted to keep something as a souvenir, but when he got the locket, he somehow felt that this thing attracted him.

These days, Harry's life is actually not very comfortable. He has dreams much more frequently than before. Although he doesn't remember many things in his dreams every time he wakes up, it still affects his living state.

When sending them to the train, Mrs. Weasley also specially reminded Harry about this matter.

"If you still have those dreams often in Hogwarts, you must go to Dumbledore or Sherlock, they will help you find a way to teach you what to do."

"I will, Mrs Weasley."

Harry finally waved Mrs Weasley a reassurance in front of the train door.

The whole day's journey turned Harry's excitement of returning to Hogwarts from the beginning to boredom.

Like every year, until after dark, the Hogwarts Express finally arrived at its destination.

In the night wind, Hagrid, who was wearing a coat, shouted for the first-year students to gather around him, while senior students like Harry and the others entered the castle first in a Thestral carriage.

Hogwarts remained unchanged from two months ago, the auditorium was beautifully decorated by Professor Flitwick, Harry and the three of them sat at the long table in Gryffindor.

"Did you see Malfoy when you got off the train? He is not as arrogant as before. I heard from my father that his house was searched by Aurors a few days ago. Scrimgeour and Fudge No, he doesn't trust these people at all."

As soon as he sat on the table, Ron laughed at what happened to the Malfoy family.

Harry, who never got along with Draco, naturally listened with great interest, but Hermione frowned and looked at the professor's long table on the high platform.

In the middle of the long table, two seats were clearly vacant.

"Why didn't Professor Dumbledore and Professor Forrest come back?"

(End of this chapter)