Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 498 Successfully Entering the Boiler Room

Harry thought this matter would bother him for a long time.

After all, that was a door that even Avada Kedavra could not destroy.

"Well, the evil side of Kreacher will probably listen to me, so it shouldn't be a big problem." When he was thinking about how to talk to Sirius in a roundabout way, let Kreacher accompany him to the mirror world, and how to deal with the evil side of Kreacher, Ginny proposed a possibility.

"Harry, you can reach any mirrored place in the mirror world."

"In the heavily guarded room you are going to, are there flat mirrors that can refract light?" Ginny said this after telling Ginny about a room that could not be opened in the mirror world and that he wanted to go in and take a look.

"It's clearly in there-" Harry just wanted to refute, because he had seen the treasures of the Black family hidden in Kreacher's room before.

There were gold and silver products that were shiny.

But the next second he recalled the scene when he had a vision at that time.

It seemed that those treasures were no longer in that room.

Only after being cleaned by Harry's spell, the cloth strips are still neat.

So -

He only needs to give Kreacher a gift!

And among the gifts that actually need a whole room to fit, it couldn't be easier to find a mirror.

Harry remembered that there were several similar gifts.

He just needs to choose one that is consistent with the style of the Black family.

"Ginny, I'm going to Sirius's house." After thinking about it, Harry suddenly stood up.

"Harry?"

"Are you thinking about coming back to live?"

"Where are Ron and Draco?"

"Especially Draco, you left him at Weasley's?" Sirius, who was boiling a pot of coffee in the kitchen, stood up in surprise.

"This -"

"That -"

"I'm just coming back, and I'll go back later." Harry rubbed the floor with his feet unconsciously in embarrassment.

"No, I can understand."

"Just like I just want to be with Regulus all day long." Sirius smiled freely, then looked at Harry curiously, "What are you doing back?"

"I'm back to find Kreacher." Harry said hurriedly.

"Oh, just like me and James when we were little, planning to rely on house-elves to go to places that we can't normally go to?"

"Like Hogwarts in summer?" Sirius looked like he understood.

"Yeah, it's a secret between me and Draco, and you won't explain it to me--" Harry had no choice but to nod.

"Of course, children can have their own secrets, as long as they don't hurt others, um, except for Snotlout."

"Your secret won't hurt Snotlout, but will hurt others, right?" Sirius looked at Harry seriously.

"No, I'm leaving first." Harry just turned around and was about to walk towards the kitchen storage room when he saw a figure.

"Great Master Harry, do you have any instructions?"

"As long as you order, even if it's to teach an unfilial son a lesson, I can do it." Kreacher quietly bent down and half-knelt in front of Harry. He didn't know how long he had been there.

"When did you show up, Kreacher?" Harry couldn't help laughing.

"When Master Harry mentioned my name." Kreacher widened his eyes as big as tennis balls, and the white hair in his bat ears trembled slightly, looking eager to be ordered.

Harry suspected that even if he was asked to chop off his head and hang it on the wall like his ancestors, Kreacher would do it.

"Let's go to your room."

"By the way, where are the treasures in your room?" Harry asked casually as he walked.

"Those are not Kreacher's treasures."

"They are the precious treasures of the Black family!"

"The prodigal son no longer deliberately destroys the treasures of the Black family because of the great Master Regulus."

"So Kreacher doesn't have to put the treasures in Kreacher's room for protection." Kreacher looked at Harry in confusion, as if wondering why the great Master Harry would ask such a stupid question.

"I just think your house is too monotonous."

"Well, here, this is a mirror. Isn't it nice to look in the mirror every day when you wake up?"

"And it's also a good decoration." Harry took out a silver mirror engraved with a snake from his pocket.

He handed it to Kreacher.

Under Harry's expectant eyes, Kreacher took the mirror with tears in his eyes, easily opened the door that he couldn't open in the mirror world, and then hung the mirror on the wall next to it.

The place where the photos of the three Bella sisters were originally placed.

"Kreacher - Kreacher doesn't know how to say it. The great and kind Harry Potter not only saved the poor Master Regulus, but also gave a humble Kreacher a gift." Kreacher closed the door and said with emotion after walking out.

"Nothing."

"You deserve it."

"Although you hate Sirius, I have to say that you take good care of him." Harry suppressed his embarrassment and pretended that he really wanted to give a gift.

Even more embarrassing, he realized something. He could have asked Kreacher to temporarily open the door of the boiler room and not close it before he came back.

But he only thought of sending a mirror.

"Kreacher will follow Harry Potter's instructions and look in the mirror every day, no, every hour."

Ten minutes later, Harry, who had escaped Kreacher's viral gratitude, breathed a sigh of relief.

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He told Sirius that he had returned to the Weasleys' house.

But he didn't.

Instead, he was now in the bedroom on the third floor of the Black family's house.

He was walking towards the large floor-to-ceiling mirror in his bedroom with a hopeful look.

He fell into the familiar darkness again. After a few seconds of checking, he finally found the extra door among the light doors near him.

Harry opened his eyes.

Oops!

He couldn't stand up and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Kreacher had spread a cloth strip on the floor of the boiler room.

He looked back and thought thankfully.

However, the next second, he had no time to think about it anymore.

It was a more intense feeling than when he faced the remnant of Voldemort in his first year.

He seemed to have entered a quagmire and couldn't move at all. The sticky, gloomy magic filled the room.

The monster he saw in the vision was just a few inches from his face.

The monster looked like it had been peeled off its red skin, and he could see it very clearly at this moment.

The little monster seemed to be affected by him and could not move.

He could only cry helplessly.

The magic in Harry's body, especially in his forehead, seemed to have made contact with the little monster that was close at hand.

His head seemed to be about to explode.

But all of this did not affect one thing.

That is, like the little monster, his mouth could still move.

"The traces and memories left by the creator of thousands of stars will appear in your third vision of exploring fate, and be recast!" With the appearance of the last prayer, a magic power like burning magma poured into the room, enveloping him and the little monster.

Then there was a severe pain, as if it was cut by a thousand knives.

Harry's vision gradually blurred and fell into darkness.