Chapter 192: Slytherin Medallion

"Don't think Kreacher doesn't know, the young master wants to take the tapestry...," Kreacher said.

"I won't do anything, and no one wants anything to do with that moldy tapestry." Sirius shouted, "Enough, Kreacher! Before I can't help but kill you, leave now!"

Kreacher shuffled his feet and moved to the side. He dared not disobey a direct order. Sirius, Harry, Hermione and Ivan walked past Kreacher one by one. He looked terrible. He stood there, staring at them with bloodshot eyes. His gaze was filled with deep hatred.

His gaze felt like a curse upon them.

"Sirius, he's not right in the head," Hermione said pleadingly, "I don't think he realizes we can hear him."

"That guy understands everything, but he's been alone too long. Since my mother died, he's never been in contact with anyone else." Sirius said, "I suspect he's been taking crazy orders from my mother's portrait and talking to himself, but he was always a bit of a creep..."

"If you release him!" Hermione said hopefully, "maybe..."

"The scare...the shock would kill him." Sirius explained, "You guys don't know him, Hermione. They have to serve the wizarding family for generations, and the history of Kreacher's ancestors serving the Black family can be traced back through the centuries. He can't leave. If you don't believe that, you can try and suggest that he leave this house, see how he takes it."

Sirius, Harry and Hermione were talking, and their figures disappeared down the dark path.

Ivan hesitated for a moment and stayed. He wanted to ask Kreacher about the Slytherin locket.

He looked at it closely, and Kreacher looked back silently.

Kreacher did not speak. If it weren't for his chest rising and falling as he breathed, Ivan wouldn't have a way of knowing he was alive.

"Kreacher, I have a question for you, about...," Ivan said.

"The nasty little brat wants to talk to Kreacher. That's a pity. The young Master took the other two brats to see the Black family collection. Kreacher must tell Mistress." Kreacher once again bowed to Ivan, his face full of disdain and disgust.

Then he picked up the thick, dusty green tapestry and walked away from the cellar as if to go to Mrs. Black's portrait in the upper hallway.

Ivan's eyes followed him until he exited the basement.

He sighed. In the current situation, it was very difficult to communicate with Kreacher. Even normal communication was out of the question, let alone asking him about the Slytherin locket. This was out of the question.

The house was too big, and Ivan wanted to find it himself.

In his mind, he tried to remember the details related to that Horcrux. After the Slytherin locket was turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort, it was hidden in a cave on an isolated island far from Hogwarts, where he put the locket in the bottom of a bowl, and then used a spell to fill the bowl with potions that made anyone who ever tried to drink them feel like they were in hell. And it was made so that one could only access the locket after drinking the empty bowl.

Voldemort borrowed Kreacher from Sirius' younger brother Regulus Black and used the house elf himself to test the reliquary's defenses.

Through Kreacher, Regulus went to the cave to take the locket.

He turned on Voldemort and prepared to stop his plans. He drank the potion and put a fake locket back into the container. Then, he ordered Kreacher to take the locket and escape without it and find a way to destroy the Horcrux. When he tried to draw water from the lake to quench his thirst, he was dragged to his death by the Inferi, and his corpse remained there forever.

Kreacher took the locket, but was unable to destroy it.

One could turn a very common object into a Horcrux. But once injected with a part of the user's soul, that object becomes the most evil object of dark magic in the world. The incredible power of the evil magic used to make it makes the Horcrux nearly indestructible.

Now, the Slytherin locket is hidden in the house by Kreacher himself.

Ivan thought carefully and remembered other details.

Kreacher was unable to destroy this Horcrux, and so Mundungus Fletcher stole it from him and sold it to Umbridge. Harry snuck into the Ministry of Magic and found Umbridge with the locket on.

Ron finally destroyed it with the Gryffindor sword.

More details, the most important ones, such as the placement of the locket in the Black household at the time, were unknown to Ivan.

He thought about it carefully and never remembered anything else.

But he shouldn't be so anxious. He needs to be careful. This matter is not too frustrating. He just needed to tell Dumbledore that the locket in the cave was a fake. With that, the headmaster would no longer have to risk his life drinking those evil potions.

Ivan plunged into his journey of thoughts, and began to prepare to meet Sirius, Harry and Hermione. But at that moment, he stopped.

God, what did he see?

Suddenly he saw what he had been looking for, Voldemort's Horcrux, the Slytherin Medallion.

The gold pendant was silently placed in the cupboard in front of him, one that was particularly ugly. The silver cutlery and locket were placed everywhere, within two meters of him.

It was absolutely unique. When Ivan went back in time, he saw this locket around Slytherin's neck.

On top of the gold pendant was a snake S, inlaid with green and glittering stones. It was the characteristic emblem of Slytherin House.

Ivan couldn't help but jump. He couldn't help but clench his fists. He should have thought about where a person in his own house would hide things.

He looked around and found no one....

Ivan swallowed his breath. It was as if he had expected something like this to happen, as he had always carried the Basilisk fang.

This was his chance to destroy this Horcrux once and for all.

He approached, his hands sweating from the tension.

Slowly he opened the rusty cabinet door and picked up the locket.

Next to the Slytherin locket was a spider-shaped pincer with many legs.

Just as Ivan approached it, it seemed that the pincers had sensed something. Suddenly it came to life and jumped onto his arm, crawling like a spider and wanting to pierce his skin.