I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

......

Deep in Diagon Alley, at Gringotts Bank, Sirius Black sat restlessly in his office.

He received Li Lin's owl message yesterday.

Suddenly, the strong scent of hawthorn blossoms filled the air, and Li Lin stepped out from a shimmering golden-purple expanse, with the little white owl perched on his shoulder.

Upon seeing Li Lin, Sirius's face immediately relaxed, and he stammered, "Is what you said true...? My brother, Regulus, he—"

"If you can't guarantee its authenticity, I'll chop the locket in half and eat it myself." Li Lin waved his hand impatiently, then pressed his hand against Sirius's forehead. "Search for Mind."

"Wait, you're not going to take me there...?" Sirius Black took several steps back in astonishment, sitting in his chair with wide eyes.

Li Lin twirled the silver memory thread between his fingers, his deep pupils turning golden-purple at some point. Naturally, he wouldn't take Sirius Black to Grimmauld Place 12.

It's worth noting that a magical portrait of Sirius Black's great-great-grandfather, Phineas Nigellus Black, the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history, hangs on the wall of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

Thanks to the special nature of the magical portrait, he was able to move freely between the mansion at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place and the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"Don't move around here, I'll go catch you a mouse."

Li Lin's body began to twist and fold, and rose-colored flames were released from behind him, enveloping and shrinking him until he transformed into a hummingbird burning with rose-colored flames.

—Left Hummingbird!

He flapped his wings.

The deep golden-purple twilight overshadowed the rose-colored flames.

The next instant, the left hummingbird passed through the protective spell that enveloped Grimmauld Place 12.

Standing before the black-lacquered gate of the Black family mansion, Li Lin calmly reached out and placed his hand on the silver snake-shaped handle.

"Araho Cave is open."

The purple hue vanished in a flash.

This door, which had survived for hundreds of years, died peacefully.

Li Lin stepped inside.

131 *Snap*, even faster.

Facing you is a not-too-narrow porch.

The surrounding stone walls were covered with portraits that shimmered with magical light. Li Lin quickly removed the portraits that were about to come to life and placed them on his dark green table.

These magical images did not give up resisting, but Li Lin, who did not follow the usual path, obviously would not give them a chance to awaken and fight back. Therefore, under Master Li's bug-exploiting operation, they were also regarded as "items" and placed on the desktop.

At the end of the porch was a portrait draped with a black curtain. As Li Lin approached, the portrait seemed to sense someone getting closer and began to tremble.

"Avada Kedavra." Li Lin reached out and pressed his hand against the black velvet curtain, completely silencing Mrs. Walbuga Black's scream.

Even without this ticking time bomb, Li Lin still couldn't relax his efforts.

He wasn't sure when Dumbledore would return, even though only five minutes had passed since he left Hogwarts.

Li Lin quickly arrived at the second floor. When he walked down the last step of the stairs, he was greeted by a wall inlaid with the heads of house-elves.

Following the ancient customs of the Black family, the house-elves who have served the Black family their entire lives will have their heads chopped off by their owners and nailed to the wall, which the house-elves consider an honor.

Li Lin walked without stopping, bypassing the wall and entering the magnificent and exquisite living room.

Sunlight, filtered and filtered by magic, spilled onto the floor, onto the long table in the center of the living room, and onto the exquisite silverware and the enchanted photographs...

Naturally, the water also splashed onto Kreacher, the house-elf who was manipulating a broom to clean.

He was once used as a sacrifice by Voldemort, but his master Regulus was willing to exchange his own life for him and switch Voldemort's Horcruxes.

This is why Dumbledore was destined to come up empty-handed; the Slytherin locket left in the cave was a fake.

The real locket had long been taken out of the cave by Kreacher using Apparition and hidden here.

......

The little elf's eyes widened.

His swollen nose tilted slightly upwards in surprise.

Then, as if realizing Li Lin's identity, he raised his arm, his two fingers about to touch each other, making a sound.

That is a sign of casting spells without a staff.

But a breeze stirred in the quiet living room, adding a touch of color to the pure sunlight, and the scent of hawthorn blossoms suddenly filled the air.

The golden-purple twilight appeared and disappeared in an instant, and Li Lin appeared in front of Kreacher. He raised his hand slightly and quietly placed it on Kreacher's hairless head.

Because the hem of his clothes, which had been billowing from his rapid movement, hadn't yet fallen, Kreacher saw the corner of the stranger's mouth curl up in a smile.

An endless expanse of green light filled his eyes, as if it had filled the entire world.

Li Lin released his hand from Kreacher's eyes, and the house-elf's decaying body fell straight to the ground like a piece of wood.

Squeak, squeak—

A series of screams suddenly rang out from behind the curtains in the living room. They were the annoying magical creatures known as the Biting Fairies, but before they could even take flight, they were drowned out by a chilling aura.

That was the influence of the Winter Phase that Li Lin casually picked up during the night of the Hogwarts incident.

Li Lin's gaze swept over the winter phase effect that had begun to take effect, and lingered on the cabinet that was already covered in frost.

Inside were a collection of objects imbued with dark magic, all of which fell silent under the harsh influence of winter.

Among that pile of very impressive-looking items, only two boxes appeared exceptionally plain.

Li Lin opened the first dusty box, inside which was a First Class Order of Merlin Knights medal, the ribbon of which stated that it was awarded to Sirius Black's grandfather for his outstanding contributions to the Ministry of Magic.

This outstanding contribution was actually a donation of a lot of gold.

“Sperm donation…” Li Lin stroked his chin, sighing meaningfully, then reached out and pressed his hand on another box.

With a slight pressure applied to the palm, the box remained completely still.

It seems that this box cannot be opened by normal means.

Li Lin is not a normal person.

"Araho Cave is open."

The unassuming commemorative box clicked open, revealing Slytherin's green locket to Li Lin.

After doing the same thing, Li Lin took out his pocket watch and checked it; seven minutes had passed since he left Hogwarts.

Seven minutes is enough time to play jungle for a bit and catch a rat, right?

......

The Burrow.

This is the Weasley family's residence, and from the outside, it's comparable to the dilapidated Gauntlet House.

At this time of day, Mr. Arthur would normally be at the Ministry of Magic, while Mrs. Molly would be at home cleaning and tending to the garden. Their eldest and second sons had already graduated and were working.

Apart from their youngest son Ron and youngest daughter Ginny, everyone else was at their jobs, so the Burrow was not actually crowded.

Of course, this is clearly not the normal situation—the Ministries of Magic in various countries have collapsed, and Gringotts has fled. Therefore, both Arthur and his son, who worked as a Gringotts anti-curse officer, are currently unemployed at home, waiting for the wizards who come to deliver their stipends and relief every week.

The Weasleys weren't too distressed by this, since they were used to being poor.

On the second-floor stairs, Ron Weasley, who was not yet of school age, was playing with the mouse that was resting on his lap.

He held a few shriveled corn kernels that he had secretly hidden in his hand.

"Eat, eat, Banban."

Molly and Arthur sat facing each other at the table in the first-floor living room. Although their situation was not ideal, they did not show much distress on their faces.

The Weasleys are always so optimistic.

Until Li Lin kicked their door open.

"Weasleys, come out and greet your king!" Li Lin ignored the stunned Weasley family members, his gaze shifting to Ron, a hint of joy on his face.

To be precise, it was the little mouse that landed on his knee.

Of course, the others present didn't think so; they only felt that Li Lin was going to make a move against Ron.

"Look this way!" Molly and Arthur drew their wands almost simultaneously, roaring as they tried to get Li Lin's attention.

They saw Li Lin turn around as they had hoped, but his pupils flashed with an eerie red light.

The soul leaves the body.

Everyone who met Li Lin's eyes fell silent, one after another, including Ron.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the rat, Banban, ignoring its panicked struggles, and handed it to Li Lin.

Li Lin straightened the rat's head and made it look at him.

In an instant, Peter Pettigrew fell into a dazed and eternal sleep—not a temporary suppression, but like Barty Crouch the Elder, his personality was completely erased by Lee Lin, leaving only the superficial illusion created by the Imperius Curse.

This was to deceive Sirius.

Li Lin didn't believe Sirius Black would let Peter die peacefully. Given Sirius Black's mindset, he would definitely demand that Peter face himself soberly, and he clearly didn't have the means to control Peter Pettigrew.

After giving everyone present a subtle hint, the thoughtful Li Lin slipped away and left.