After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Narcissa stepped forward and knocked on the door twice symbolically.

She has the Black family crest on her body, so she can open the door by herself, and it is impossible for outsiders to get in.

Narcissa turned back to look at Voldemort, "My Lord, shall I open the door then?"

Voldemort nodded.

Narcissa pushed open the mottled door and in front of her was the entrance hall on the first floor.

The hallway was long and dim, with a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall. The wallpaper on the wall had been peeled off, the carpet on the floor was worn thin, and the spiderweb-shaped chandelier hanging from the ceiling gave off almost no light.

There were many portraits hanging here that had turned black with age, one of which was the portrait of Mrs. Black that Draco had mentioned to Yang Mei.

Lucius helped light the snake candlesticks on the hall table while Narcissa drew aside the curtain that blocked the portrait of Walburga.

"Aunt Walburga, long time no see." Narcissa said with red eyes.

The middle-aged woman in the portrait was wearing a black dress and had a stern and harsh expression. She opened her eyes and said, "Sissi, it's you."

Walburga's voice was harsh and hoarse, and his eyes were full of crazy confusion.

But the person in front of her was her niece who she had watched grow up, so she tried her best to suppress her frenzied emotions.

She also did not ignore the people standing behind Narcissa: "Sissi, you brought outsiders in?!"

Narcissa quickly explained, "Aunt, they are not some random people. This is my husband Lucius and my son Draco. You came to my wedding when I got married, and I brought them to see you a few years ago."

Severus Snape is now the head of Slytherin House, and the previous one was the best potion master under the Dark Lord.

There are a few people over there. They are the current head, wife and heir of the Selwyn family. The Black family and the Selwyn family had a lot of dealings in the past. Have you forgotten?"

Narcissa simply couldn't suppress the sadness in her heart. Although her last name was Malfoy now, the Black family still had unique and irreplaceable meaning to her.

"Oh, it's the pure-blood Selwyn family. I remember... the head of Slytherin House... Draco has grown up so much..." Walburga lost himself in memories as he spoke. I wonder if he was thinking of the time when the Black family was still prosperous.

"Aunt, look who this is?" Narcissa made way for Voldemort.

Walburga's pupils trembled when he saw Voldemort: "Master?!"

When Voldemort heard this name, he felt a toothache reflexively.

"Walburga, I am very sorry about the current situation of the Black family." Voldemort spoke slowly.

Walburga's eyes were red with excitement: "It is an honor for the Black Family that the Master still remembers the Black Family!"

Yang Mei and Draco looked at each other. It was heard that this was a true fanatical fan of the Dark Lord.

If it were the insane Dark Lord of the past, he might have gladly accepted Walburga's exaggerated and somewhat embarrassing flattery.

Voldemort didn't want to exchange too many pleasantries with her, so he told her his purpose directly and asked her to help find Slytherin's locket as a superior.

Walburga was of course happy to serve the Dark Lord, and he immediately shouted, "Kreacher! Come out now, you lazy elf!"

The house-elf who appeared in response looked gloomy, like a homeless man walking on the street who was frustrated in life and might suddenly attack passers-by with a knife at any time.

"We can't just stand at the door all the time, Mrs. Black. I wonder if we can sit down and talk?" Yang Mei suddenly said.

Walburga suddenly realized, "That's exactly what should be done. It's the Black family that neglected their master. Kreacher, why don't you greet the guests? A lazy and stupid elf like you would have been beheaded in the past!"

The old Kreacher bowed to the crowd and made a "please" gesture.

Seriously speaking, there was no place for them to sit in the lobby on the first floor.

Everywhere you look, you can see an umbrella stand made of a giant's broken legs on the ground. If you are not careful, you will be tripped by it.

On one side of the foyer is the dining room. Standing in Yang Mei's position, she can see that the cupboards in the dining room are filled with porcelain and silver photo frames printed with the Black family crests and inscriptions.

Don't expect them to be arranged neatly. They look more like they have been affected by a strong wind, toppling over and becoming a mess.

Among the group, except Snape who lived a rough life, the rest were all very meticulous.

Celeste waved her wand and used Transfiguration to create a luxurious sofa for them to sit down and rest. It was a silver-green color that perfectly matched Slattery's aesthetic.

The Slytherins were very pleased with this.

"Kreacher, right? Let me be frank. We already know that it was your master, Regulus Black, who took you away from the locket in the cave and placed a fake one inside.

So, is the real locket in your hands?"

Yang Mei didn't beat around the bush and even seemed to be trying to take over.

Kreacher suddenly became very nervous, and his eyes were full of vigilance when he looked at Yang Mei.

"Old Kreacher doesn't understand what the guest is saying. Young Master Regulus is no longer here. Old Kreacher always remembers the young master's orders!" Kreacher seemed to have not spoken for a long time. His accent was strange and unpleasant, and what he said was also incoherent.

"Kreacher!" Narcissa shouted, "We probably already know all these things. The fake locket you put in is in our hands now. What else do you have to quibble?!

Regulus gave you orders to tell others about the locket, and I understand that.

But now there is a chance to bring Regulus back, or even to save him, don't you want to seize it?"

Kreacher's cloudy eyes were immediately filled with tears, and teardrops as big as beans fell down.

"Will old Kreacher still have a chance to meet young Master Regulus?"

Yang Mei sighed slightly, house-elves are ignorant and inflexible, but their loyalty is unquestionable.

Except for Dobby, the rebellious house-elf.

“Kreacher, you are the house-elf of the Black family, Regulus asked you to keep your secret, and you have obeyed the order for many years, which is certainly correct.

But Aunt Narcissa also has the blood of the Black family. If you give the locket to her, it won't be considered a betrayal of the Black family.

And she is Regulus's sister. She often comes to the Black mansion to visit Mrs. Black. You have seen her many times, haven't you? In any case, she will not harm Regulus. "