hp Ouroboros

Although the breakfast served by Kreacher was not enough for Sylvia and Camille to eat together, but being able to serve such an exquisite breakfast within a few minutes in such a messy old house not only made everyone's eyes widen, The more Sylvia ate, the more she felt that there was something wrong with it.

Putting down the silver fork, she elegantly wiped her mouth with a paper towel on the silver plate, and Sylvia asked, "Kreacher, where did you get these foods?"

Kreacher bowed deeply to Sylvia and replied, "Kreacher prepares breakfast in the elf-only kitchen."

"Then what is this place for?" Camille looked behind Weasley *blocked keywords*, there was a complete kitchen equipment, not only a cooking table, a magic stove and a sink in the corner, even various hangings on the wall. When you plant pots and utensils, you can tell at a glance that there is a kitchen.

Kreacher slightly raised his head and glanced at Camille, and murmured softly, "Kreacher won't answer this question from someone who doesn't know who it is! If the hostess knows that there is another unexpected guest at home, she will be very sad..."

"Kreacher, this is my girlfriend, Camille." Sylvia's simple introduction directly interrupted Kreacher's soliloquy.

With wide eyes, Kreacher turned his head and stared at Camille at a speed that worried that his old and slender neck would break for a few seconds, then he bent deeply towards Camille, "Welcome Miss Camille Black House!"

It seems that Kreacher fully understands the dissatisfaction in Sylvia's words, and there is no need for Sylvia to say more, Kreacher directly answered Camille's question, "The kitchen utensils here are because Miss Bella used to like to cook some dishes by herself. The hostess set it up here especially for Miss Bella, but it is Kreacher's responsibility to serve guests, and they will be served after the kitchen in the basement is completed."

"Cough, cough, cough...!!" There was a coughing sound from the dining table, Ron was choked heavily by the drink, and Hermione's eyes widened, and she didn't even have time to swallow the food in her mouth.

"Bella likes to cook?! You mean that Bellatrix?!" Camille asked in surprise the voices of many people present.

"Yes, Miss Bella used to like cooking, but after graduating from Hogwarts, she has less and less time..." Kreacher's voice gradually became quieter, and his expression was gloomy. "After graduation, Miss often shuts herself in in the room."

"Take us to Bella's room." Sylvia didn't use interrogative sentences this time, but directly ordered Kreacher.

"...Yes." Kreacher paused for two seconds before agreeing, but when he straightened up and walked out of the restaurant, he suddenly picked up the snake-shaped candlestick that was placed next to him and smashed it on his head.

"Bang bang bang!" Kreacher didn't show any mercy, but he turned and went up the stairs without stopping, muttering, "Kreacher is a bad elf! Kreacher is a bad elf! Miss Bella told Kreacher Tch, she can't let anyone into her room after she's gone!! Kreacher is a bad elf! Kreacher must agree to Miss Slytherin's request, Salazar Slytherin is the creator of all elves, Kreacher You must agree to all Miss Slytherin's requests!  …"

Not only Hermione's face was full of unbearable, Kreacher punished himself while walking, and Tonks also chattered when he couldn't stop. Weasley *blocked keywords* hesitated to speak several times, but None of them opened their mouths. In the end, Hermione couldn't help but say when they climbed up to the third floor: "Sister... Kreacher is so pitiful..."

"Now is not the time to give you love." Camille interrupted Hermione directly and sternly, "Didn't you listen to what Kreacher said? Bella asked no one to enter her room-after she left, what is that?" After she left, don't you find it strange to think of her current hypnotic state?"

"That's what it says...but..."

"Here we are." Actually, Sylvia didn't need to say it, because Kreacher had already stopped at the innermost part of the corridor on the third floor, and there was nothing there, strangely, it was a dead end with only walls.

Kreacher stopped muttering words, and the silver candlestick he was punishing himself was also placed on the ground. Kreacher stretched out a finger, and scratched it from top to bottom in the mid-air in front of the wall at the bottom of the corridor. one time.

There was a click of movement inside the wall, and a dark wood-grained door appeared on the wall. On the wooden door hung a polished and shiny nameplate that read 'Bella Black'.

After confirming with Kreacher that there were no magic traps in the room—at least not in the normal room range, Sylvia opened the door, and a group of people walked in.

Very ordinary room, this should be everyone's first impression after entering the room.The single bed covered with a simple dark green quilt cover is placed in the corner of the room, and the desk that can be used by two or three people is placed by the window, and it is now bathed in a soft golden light in the morning. In addition to a row of books, there is a separate bookshelf...

Very ordinary... Or should I say, compared to the crazy Death Eater Bella they knew, Bella's room in front of him was simply too ordinary - it didn't even have the standard four-poster bed of the Slytherin noble family!

This room looks to be less than [-] square meters, which is a relatively comfortable size for an ordinary family room, but...but this is a room in the old house of the Black family!Not to mention comparing it with Sylvia’s bedroom in the Slytherin Manor, even the other rooms in the old house are far larger than Bella’s room (although many rooms are filled with [-]/[-] of the debris in it , such as the room where Harry and Ron slept, they just slept by the door).

"Is this Bella's room?" Sylvia asked, frowning.

"Yes." Kreacher bowed and said.

"You said just now that at least there are no magic traps in the ordinary room—so there are also unusual rooms?" Sylvia changed the way of saying that she had already discovered the mechanism in this room. Sylvia walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror next to the closet, pointed to the mirror, "I know there is a problem here, but I don't want to waste time breaking the spell on it, you'd better start talking—maybe you haven't I found that Bella has been hijacked by us from Azkaban, and she is now in a deep sleep. I found that she seems to have been in a state of soul hypnosis, and there must be something hidden in it that we don't know. Don't say I am Slytherin , I order you to break the spell and bring us in, even for your own little master, you should also bring us in."

"Bella...Master Bella has returned to the old house?!" Kreacher stared at his tennis-ball-sized eyes.

"Why did you tell Kreacher! He can go out and leak the secret!" Sirius yelled anxiously, turning his head and staring at Kreacher viciously, "Kreacher, I order you..."

"Kreacher won't go around talking about it." Sylvia calmly interrupted Sirius' excited roar, "If he leaks the news that Bella was kidnapped by us... Kreacher, this time, Bella Master will never come back again." Sylvia's last words were addressed to Kreacher.

"Kreacher don't tell!!" Kreacher suddenly screamed, "Kreacher will protect little Master Bella!"

Turning around and chanting a few obscure spells to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, in the mirror, the reflections of everyone appeared like water ripples, and in the blink of an eye, the mirror seemed to disappear, and what appeared in the mirror frame was no longer the scene in the room , but a gate etched with complicated magic patterns.

"Plop!" Kreacher suddenly threw himself on the ground again, "Master Slytherin, please, save Master Bella!!" Huge teardrops did not listen to Kreacher's aging and wrinkled eye sockets. , and soon the carpet on the floor of Bella's room was wet, "Master Bella's door, Kreacher can't get in! But Kreacher knows that Master Bella often shuts herself in it after graduation...Kreacher , Kreacher once peeked inside twice when the little master wasn't paying attention—it was full of books...Kreacher didn't know what the little master was studying, but...But one day, little master Bella told Kreacher that he couldn't read it anymore. Waiting for someone to enter her room! Then she said goodbye to the hostess! Then...then..." Kreacher was sobbing, he couldn't speak any more at the end, and just lay down on the ground crying.

No one urged him, and a suffocating atmosphere permeated the room. Even though Streich, who was in a deep hypnosis, had discovered something was wrong before, everyone thought the same, anyway, it must be Voldemort who cast a curse on her, But now it seems... It seems that there are other secrets.

After crying for a while and calming down a bit, Kreacher continued: "Master Bella, after saying goodbye to the mistress, she entered the room here and came out after a week - there was no food in the room, There was no water, Kreacher delivered it to the little master every time before, but...but, that time, the little master didn't eat for a week, and didn't even drink water...Then the little master came out..." Speaking of this, Klee She trembled a bit, "The little master is still the little master, but the little master is not the little master..."

"What's all this talking about!" Ron muttered.

"The little master has changed. She...she left home and rarely came back. Even when she came back, she always followed...followed behind Hei, the Dark Lord."

Kreacher has said this, and even if they don’t want to believe it, everyone present must admit that there is indeed something hidden about Bella——house elves can’t lie, especially, Sylvia seems to be a Slytherin The heirs of the family have a certain degree of binding force on the elves, so there is no need to consider the possibility of Kreacher lying.

"Okay, I see." Sylvia nodded, "Everyone go back and do your own business first, this door..." Sylvia said, looking back at the door again, and said with a serious face : "Now it can be confirmed that ancient magic has indeed survived, at least part of it has indeed been passed down."

"The rune etched on this door is not used in modern times. It must be combined with the ancient magic of Salazar's generation to break the curse."

"Then this..." Professor McGonagall looked worried, and didn't expect that lady to be able to raise so many questions.

"I'll find a way to unlock it again. I think Streich *masked the keyword* made this door himself. It shouldn't be too complicated. Give me a few days. Then please inform Principal Dumbledore about this matter, When the door is unlocked, I hope that Principal Dumbledore can go in with me when he is free, I am afraid that there may be other magic traps inside, as Principal Dumbledore is a master of white magic after all, it will be safer to go in together."

Professor McGonagall nodded, and quickly squeezed out of Bella's room from the crowd, as if he was going to find Dumbledore quickly.

In the following time, the atmosphere in the old mansion was dull and depressing. Most people didn't want to believe that the *masked keyword* was the madman Death Eater Bellatrix Stry who took pleasure in torturing people before. Qi might not have done those things voluntarily, but with all the clues in front of them, they had to believe that the entanglement might only be clear to them.

Among them, Sirius was the most affected - on the one hand, he insisted loudly that he would never trust Bella, and on the other hand, everyone who lived in the old house could see him sitting in the room from time to time. In the corner, looking out through the dirty window in a trance, the silence is terrifying.

Under such depression, three days have passed. When Sylvia woke up early in the morning and announced that she had unlocked the magic pattern on Bella's room door, everyone cheered up. No matter what, they will know the result up.

At night, the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, Tonks, Lupine and Sirius huddled together in Bella's room. Professor McGonagall couldn't get away because he had to deal with things after school started. Sylvia, Card Mill and Principal Dumbledore, who came after dinner, and Professor Snape, who was called by Principal Dumbledore, stood in front of the door made by the mirror.

Sylvia pulled out her wand, and tapped a few seemingly random patterns on the complicated pattern on the door. There was a crackling sound from inside the door. It seemed that Sylvia's cracking was successful.

"Click!" The sound of the door opening was crisp and weak, but everyone in the breath-holding room could hear it clearly.

The door opened slowly, revealing a corner of the corridor. It was incredibly dark inside, and the light from the magic lamp lit in the room could not shine into the darkness at all.

"Luminescence." Dumbledore pulled out his wand and walked in first. Sirius also stood up holding his wand and followed in. Sylvia and Camille followed after Sirius. Professor Snape also lit his wand walk behind them.

The figures of the five people disappeared within a few steps after walking into the darkness, as if swallowed by a piece of pitch black ink, there was no light or sound coming out, only the suppressed breathing of everyone remained in the room.