Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

Facts have proved that the earth will turn the same way no matter who it is. Sometimes, we feel that we are very important, but in fact, this is often an illusion.

Maquil left Hogwarts, and nothing would change here.

……

12 Grimmauld Place is definitely an iconic location in the Harry Potter novels.

Located in northwest London, England, a 20-minute walk from King's Cross Station.

Except for a very few people, this house is invisible to outsiders. Even the Muggles next door have no idea of ​​its existence.

This was once the mansion of the Black family, the noblest, oldest and most famous pure-blood wizarding family.

As Dumbledore said, it would be difficult for Mochir to enter the house without someone to show him the way.

When he arrived at Grimmauld Place, a wrinkled house elf was already waiting at the agreed upon location.

It was almost naked except for a dirty rag around its waist.His skin seemed to be several times more than his body actually needed, his head was bald, but a lot of white hair grew out of his two big bat-like ears, his eyes were bloodshot, gray, and his fleshy nose was very Big, almost like a pig's nose.

"Mr. Mochir Cavendish, the master asked Kreacher to come specially to greet you."

His voice was like a bullfrog, hoarse and deep.

Mochir nodded. He didn't know who the owner of the house elf was. He probably thought it was the portrait of Mrs. Black.

"Let's go," he whispered.

But Kreacher did not move. He stared at Moqil with his big eyes open, his eyes full of searching, as if he wanted to find something he hoped for from Moqil.

Mochir had to ask, "Do you need me to prove my identity?"

Kreacher shook his head vigorously, "Sir, I heard from the master... you, you can save Master Regulus..."

"I'm not sure yet. I need your help. Of course, we have great hope. At least I can tell you that Regulus Black did not die in the traditional sense as we understand it. His death The soul is still in that body, it just encountered some problems, and we have to trace the causes of these problems."

The house elf's big eyes were filled with turbid tears almost instantly, and the wrinkles on his face kept squirming, as if he was trying his best to restrain his emotions that might explode at any time.

In the end, Kreacher banged his head against the wall of the nearby house and muttered vicious words to himself: "Kreacher is the most despicable loser. Kreacher killed such a good Regulus." Master, Kreacher should have died there..."

Mochir looked at the poor guy with pity, he had completed Legilimency.

In this family, Kreacher had only felt respect from Regulus, but it was Regulus who was dragged into the bottom of the lake by the Inferi in front of its eyes.

Moqil's voice became stern, "You really deserve to die. You haven't been able to complete the task that Regulus asked you so far, and you even lost the locket in the middle."

"No Kreacher!" The house elf's voice became hysterical. Obviously, it could no longer suppress the fierce emotions rushing inside. For a long time, it sobbed and said, "It's Dumbledore, it's Dumbledore." The people told Kreacher that they could help me destroy that thing. They used despicable means to steal the thing that Master Regulus gave to Kreacher. Kreacher did not forget Master Regulus's explanation, and Kreacher took it back. That... Kreacher killed that wizard!"

"That's not Dumbledore's person." Mochir saw the person who stole the locket from Kreacher's memory. "Dumbledore's people don't hide in the darkness of Knockturn Alley all day long. That was a dark wizard, Kreacher, he deserved to die!"

After looking around, this is the end of an alleyway. Very few people come here, but Creech's voice just now has attracted the attention of some Muggles, and there are already footsteps walking slowly towards this side.

Looking at Kreacher who was still immersed in grief, Mochir said coldly: "Now, become invisible immediately. I don't want any unnecessary trouble."

Almost as soon as Kreacher became invisible, a daughter wearing a black windbreaker appeared outside the alleyway.

Almost in an instant, the red silent petrification flew towards the woman from under Moqil's robe.

"Armor protection!"

The petrification spell was deflected by the opponent's armor spell, but Mochir had already grabbed Kreacher and apparated away from here.

In the dark alley, the witch walked gracefully and slowly to the place where Moqil disappeared. On the roof next to her, a tall voice wearing a cloak also appeared.

"He just saw through my Illusion Spell." The man's deep magnetic voice came from under the cloak.

The woman's white and slender fingers traced through the air, as if she had found something. Two green-green fingers rubbed gently, "He and I are the same person."

"You mean..." There was a hint of surprise in the cloaked wizard's voice.

"It's not the Imperius Curse, it's more like Legilimency. We are all born with it. At that moment, he almost instinctively wanted to read my memory, but I stopped him. As for you... you are If the organization’s information had not been exposed, I wouldn’t have known about it.”

The wizard was silent. After a moment, the sound of gnashing teeth came from under the cloak, "I will kill him!"

"Shut up, we have to go back, he is not the target we are hunting this time."

……

At this time, Mochir, who was sitting on the dusty sofa in the living room of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, was breathing heavily.

There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Kreacher... don't tell anyone what just happened."

Moqil never expected that just now, a murder was taking place in the house next to the alleyway where he and Kreacher met.

Moreover, the deceased was actually the striker captain Mr. Noel Fonseca whom he had met before, and the murderers were two powerful wizards.

Moqil didn't get enough information. If he hadn't had a breakthrough in Legilimency, he wouldn't even have been able to discover the wizard who was born with the Disguise Curse.

I just seemed...

Witness the dark side of a magical political struggle.

"Damn it, Kreacher, who did you bring into my home?"

"Get out! Get out of here!"

"..."

The crazy voice of the portrait came from the other side of the living room. Mochir raised his head and saw the picture of the witch in the portrait that he had never seen before, but in Sirius' memory, he almost killed him. Face.