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Chapter 201: Cleaning Out the Old House
Chapter 201: Cleaning Out the Old House
Voldemort did not know how Kreacher and Sirius had come to an agreement, nor the role that Harry and Lupin had played in it all.
In any case, when Dumbledore rushed over, Kreacher respectfully took out a golden pendant box.
It was the size of an egg, with a lavish "S" made of green gems, and a long golden chain attached to it.
Looking at this object, Sirius' face showed both disgust and hatred. He did not reach out to take it but gestured for Kreacher to give it directly to Dumbledore.
Lupin placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder and gently patted him.
Holding the pendant box, Kreacher asked Dumbledore in a hoarse voice, "Kreacher failed to complete the task... Can you destroy it?"
"Of course, I swear it," Dumbledore said solemnly, having already heard the story from Lupin. He looked down at the house-elf gravely, "I will not betray Regulus' sacrifice."
Kreacher sniffed and placed the pendant box in Dumbledore's hands.
Dumbledore looked at the Horcrux inscrutably. It lay quietly in his hand, as if it were an ordinary object, with no reaction at all.
He gestured and murmured spells that no one else could understand. After a while, he said, "Ordinary spells and attacks are indeed ineffective against it. Even if you try to burn it or smash it with a heavy object, this pendant box will not be affected. Voldemort has cast an extremely powerful protective spell on it."
Kreacher looked a little uneasy and glanced around.
But everyone in the room - Dumbledore, Lupin, Sirius, Voldemort, and Harry - showed no fear of that name.
Kreacher quietly straightened his chest and tried to appear as calm as the others.
From Sirius and Lupin's previous conversation, he finally understood that Regulus had died because he had changed his mind and decided to rebel against Voldemort.
In that case, Voldemort was Kreacher's enemy, and he told himself not to be afraid.
"So..." Lupin glanced at Voldemort and asked Dumbledore, "Do we still need to use the basilisk fang?"
"At the moment, the basilisk fang seems to be the most effective means, but it may not be the only way," Dumbledore mused. "However, once it's burned by the basilisk fang, nothing will be left, and we will lose the possibility of gaining more information..."
"It seems Voldemort has indeed made more than one... but the question is, how many are there?"
Everyone fell silent.
Harry didn't understand, and he looked around, deciding to ask Remus later. He felt like he had accidentally stumbled into this situation, and if he spoke up, everyone would realize there was someone who shouldn't be there and send him away.
Unlike Harry, Kreacher was used to silence. He stood quietly, listening and occasionally glancing at the pendant box.
"Sirius, Kreacher," Dumbledore said, "Please allow me to study this pendant box for a while. I think it may be able to tell us a lot... When it's time to destroy it, I will definitely invite you two to be a part of it."
"Okay," Sirius said in a low voice.
Kreacher nodded vigorously.
...
Michael and the others did not know that Dumbledore had come by. They rested for a while in the dirty kitchen, wanting to make a cup of tea but not knowing where to start.
Michael and the others, who had no idea Dumbledore had paid a visit, took a break in the dirty kitchen, intending to make a cup of tea but not knowing where to begin.
Finally, it was Hermione who took the lead.
She clapped her hands and said, "Come on, everyone! Let's at least make a space for us to sleep, shall we?"
"That makes sense."
Theo and Ryan rolled up their sleeves, ready to get to work, while Neville stood up to look for brushes.
Michael raised his hand and said, "I'm not trying to shirk work... but we're running low on cleaning supplies in the storage room. I think I'll head to Diagon Alley to buy a couple of buckets..."
"Two buckets won't be enough. We'll need at least five!" Fred chimed in. "But you probably can't carry that much by yourself. I'll come along and help."
"Me too..."
Several arms shot up in unison, their owners looking at each other before slowly lowering their hands.
Hermione scolded them, "We promised Harry we'd help! Are you trying to back out now?"
At that moment, the kitchen door opened from the outside.
"Oh, there you all are," said George, standing in the doorway. "We're planning to clean up the kitchen, living room, and bedrooms first, so we'll at least have a decent place to rest. What do you think?"
"Ahem." Michael cleared his throat and stood up. "That's a great idea, George. Fred and I were just about to head to Diagon Alley to buy some cleaning supplies..."
"Oh, no need for that," George smiled. "I brought enough cleaning supplies and tools with me. They're all my own creations, and I guarantee they're of better quality than what you'd find in Diagon Alley."
"You brought them!" Michael exclaimed in surprise, then quickly lowered his voice. "I didn't see them when we came in just now."
As he spoke, he walked out of the kitchen and was stunned by what he saw.
Lupin, Harry, and Sirius were using a Levitation Charm together, causing the messy objects in the living room to float in the air, some gently bumping into each other.
Kreacher was directing an old carpet to roll itself up, and a dozen cleaning crabs, lined up like soldiers, scrubbed the floor spotlessly clean in just a few passes.
One crab, the size of a golden retriever, swallowed the trash, leaving behind black spheres the size of basketballs.
Another small crab followed behind, carrying these black spheres out of the living room and into the overgrown yard.
Kreacher laid out a new carpet, and the old furniture descended one by one onto the floor. Magically, as they landed, the dirt and grime on them disappeared.
The tables and chairs looked as if they had just been varnished, and the teacups and plates sparkled as if they had been meticulously polished...
Indeed, they had just been cleaned!
Countless tiny dolls, each the size of a fist, were busy working on the furniture, like diligent bees tirelessly scrubbing and polishing.
Several other dolls, with water tanks the size of marbles on their backs and spray guns in their hands, were diligently painting the furniture. The tanks seemed to have an endless supply of paint, as they continued spraying without pause.
As the group opened the door and stepped out, the cleaning crabs and dolls surged into the kitchen, armed with tiny rags and brushes, ready to begin a new round of cleaning.
"Who wants to lend a hand?" George asked, levitating a pile of pots and pans. "I can't handle all this kitchen stuff by myself."
(End of Chapter)
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