Chapter 307: Parseltongue and Locket Box
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Chapter 307: Parseltongue and Locket Box
"As the Easter holiday comes to an end tomorrow, and the weekend follows in two days, how about we plan for that day?" suggested Felix Harp.
"Could we not do it tonight? Just the two of us, getting started," Sirius impatiently replied.
"If that place is Voldemort's secret horcrux hiding spot, do you really think he'd let us leave comfortably?" Felix retorted, especially since Felix was already quite certain in his mind that it was where Voldemort had hidden a horcrux. Caution was key.
"Sirius, I need to make some preparations, and so should you. You seem a bit too eager right now."
"You're right, Felix," Sirius conceded at last.
Felix offered a faint smile. "Let's go, Harry is waiting for us."
Walking one after the other, they stepped into the fireplace.
Inside the Black family house.
Harry curiously examined this aged and quite frightening house-elf. He couldn't help but draw comparisons to Dobby, even though they looked entirely different, and dressed in dissimilar clothing. Yet, there was a strangely similar demeanor between the two as if they were both butlers he had seen in Muggle TV shows.
Dobby's butler-like demeanor was even more pronounced, with the addition of a small suit jacket compared to the house-elf before him.
"Hello, what's your name?" Harry greeted amiably.
Kreacher pouted, muttering something under his breath, but Harry didn't catch it. Kreacher adjusted the clean white cloth that covered him and respectfully bowed, saying, "You may call me Kreacher, esteemed guest. Welcome to the Black ancestral home."Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Harry felt a bit bashful, not quite accustomed to house-elves' welcoming speeches. "Actually, uh, wait a moment. The Black ancestral home? This is Sirius's house?"
"Indeed," Kreacher confirmed, "Young Master was born and raised here. Though he left home foolishly in his youth" Kreacher's eyes gleamed with mischief, "when danger arose, he immediately thought of this place."
Harry, intrigued, asked for more details. He wanted to know more about his godfather. When Kreacher learned that Harry was Sirius's godson, his attitude turned even more respectful, and he was willing to reveal more hidden information.
"Young Master has been quite tearful these days, Kreacher has heard it, but he stubbornly denies it"
"Kreacher! Enough!" The fireplace flickered again, and Sirius emerged from it. He had overheard Kreacher badmouthing him and was visibly annoyed. He strode over, lifting Kreacher up from the ground, and said loudly, "You're not to mention"
Kreacher respectfully interjected, "But Mr. Potter is the young master's godson. As your heir, he has the right to know"
"I said no!" Sirius's lips trembled. "Go make tea."
"At your command." Kreacher's figure blinked out of sight.
Felix, standing nearby, observed for a while before a slight smile crept across his face. "So, I suppose your relationship has improved?"
"No, not that," Harry found his own idea rather incredible, "It's Parseltongue. I want to try speaking Parseltongue!" Sirius looked at Harry in confusion; he had no idea Harry had this ability.
"Go ahead, let's see what happens." Felix said calmly.
So, Harry stared at the locket box, imagining the pattern on it as a little snake. That was quite easy, especially since the locket box was still vibrating and making a buzzing sound. He opened his mouth and emitted a series of hissing sounds.
Felix was familiar with the sound. He had heard it several times in the Chamber of Secrets last year. Its meaning should be
"Open." Harry spoke in Parseltongue.
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Chapter 307: Parseltongue and Locket Box
"As the Easter holiday comes to an end tomorrow, and the weekend follows in two days, how about we plan for that day?" suggested Felix Harp.
"Could we not do it tonight? Just the two of us, getting started," Sirius impatiently replied.
"If that place is Voldemort's secret horcrux hiding spot, do you really think he'd let us leave comfortably?" Felix retorted, especially since Felix was already quite certain in his mind that it was where Voldemort had hidden a horcrux. Caution was key.
"Sirius, I need to make some preparations, and so should you. You seem a bit too eager right now."
"You're right, Felix," Sirius conceded at last.
Felix offered a faint smile. "Let's go, Harry is waiting for us."
Walking one after the other, they stepped into the fireplace.
Inside the Black family house.
Harry curiously examined this aged and quite frightening house-elf. He couldn't help but draw comparisons to Dobby, even though they looked entirely different, and dressed in dissimilar clothing. Yet, there was a strangely similar demeanor between the two as if they were both butlers he had seen in Muggle TV shows.
Dobby's butler-like demeanor was even more pronounced, with the addition of a small suit jacket compared to the house-elf before him.
"Hello, what's your name?" Harry greeted amiably.
Kreacher pouted, muttering something under his breath, but Harry didn't catch it. Kreacher adjusted the clean white cloth that covered him and respectfully bowed, saying, "You may call me Kreacher, esteemed guest. Welcome to the Black ancestral home."Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Harry felt a bit bashful, not quite accustomed to house-elves' welcoming speeches. "Actually, uh, wait a moment. The Black ancestral home? This is Sirius's house?"
"Indeed," Kreacher confirmed, "Young Master was born and raised here. Though he left home foolishly in his youth" Kreacher's eyes gleamed with mischief, "when danger arose, he immediately thought of this place."
Harry, intrigued, asked for more details. He wanted to know more about his godfather. When Kreacher learned that Harry was Sirius's godson, his attitude turned even more respectful, and he was willing to reveal more hidden information.
"Young Master has been quite tearful these days, Kreacher has heard it, but he stubbornly denies it"
"Kreacher! Enough!" The fireplace flickered again, and Sirius emerged from it. He had overheard Kreacher badmouthing him and was visibly annoyed. He strode over, lifting Kreacher up from the ground, and said loudly, "You're not to mention"
Kreacher respectfully interjected, "But Mr. Potter is the young master's godson. As your heir, he has the right to know"
"I said no!" Sirius's lips trembled. "Go make tea."
"At your command." Kreacher's figure blinked out of sight.
Felix, standing nearby, observed for a while before a slight smile crept across his face. "So, I suppose your relationship has improved?"
"No, not that," Harry found his own idea rather incredible, "It's Parseltongue. I want to try speaking Parseltongue!" Sirius looked at Harry in confusion; he had no idea Harry had this ability.
"Go ahead, let's see what happens." Felix said calmly.
So, Harry stared at the locket box, imagining the pattern on it as a little snake. That was quite easy, especially since the locket box was still vibrating and making a buzzing sound. He opened his mouth and emitted a series of hissing sounds.
Felix was familiar with the sound. He had heard it several times in the Chamber of Secrets last year. Its meaning should be
"Open." Harry spoke in Parseltongue.
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Chapter 307: Parseltongue and Locket Box"As the Easter holiday comes to an end tomorrow, and the weekend follows in two days, how about we plan for that day?" suggested Felix Harp."Could we not do it tonight? Just the two of us, getting started," Sirius impatiently replied."If that place is Voldemort's secret horcrux hiding spot, do you really think he'd let us leave comfortably?" Felix retorted, especially since Felix was already quite certain in his mind that it was where Voldemort had hidden a horcrux. Caution was key."Sirius, I need to make some preparations, and so should you. You seem a bit too eager right now.""You're right, Felix," Sirius conceded at last.Felix offered a faint smile. "Let's go, Harry is waiting for us."Walking one after the other, they stepped into the fireplace.Inside the Black family house.Harry curiously examined this aged and quite frightening house-elf. He couldn't help but draw comparisons to Dobby, even though they looked entirely different, and dressed in dissimilar clothing. Yet, there was a strangely similar demeanor between the two as if they were both butlers he had seen in Muggle TV shows.Dobby's butler-like demeanor was even more pronounced, with the addition of a small suit jacket compared to the house-elf before him."Hello, what's your name?" Harry greeted amiably.Kreacher pouted, muttering something under his breath, but Harry didn't catch it. Kreacher adjusted the clean white cloth that covered him and respectfully bowed, saying, "You may call me Kreacher, esteemed guest. Welcome to the Black ancestral home."Updated from novelbIn.comHarry felt a bit bashful, not quite accustomed to house-elves' welcoming speeches. "Actually, uh, wait a moment. The Black ancestral home? This is Sirius's house?""Indeed," Kreacher confirmed, "Young Master was born and raised here. Though he left home foolishly in his youth" Kreacher's eyes gleamed with mischief, "when danger arose, he immediately thought of this place."Harry, intrigued, asked for more details. He wanted to know more about his godfather. When Kreacher learned that Harry was Sirius's godson, his attitude turned even more respectful, and he was willing to reveal more hidden information."Young Master has been quite tearful these days, Kreacher has heard it, but he stubbornly denies it""Kreacher! Enough!" The fireplace flickered again, and Sirius emerged from it. He had overheard Kreacher badmouthing him and was visibly annoyed. He strode over, lifting Kreacher up from the ground, and said loudly, "You're not to mention"Kreacher respectfully interjected, "But Mr. Potter is the young master's godson. As your heir, he has the right to know""I said no!" Sirius's lips trembled. "Go make tea.""At your command." Kreacher's figure blinked out of sight.Felix, standing nearby, observed for a while before a slight smile crept across his face. "So, I suppose your relationship has improved?""No, not that," Harry found his own idea rather incredible, "It's Parseltongue. I want to try speaking Parseltongue!" Sirius looked at Harry in confusion; he had no idea Harry had this ability."Go ahead, let's see what happens." Felix said calmly.So, Harry stared at the locket box, imagining the pattern on it as a little snake. That was quite easy, especially since the locket box was still vibrating and making a buzzing sound. He opened his mouth and emitted a series of hissing sounds.Felix was familiar with the sound. He had heard it several times in the Chamber of Secrets last year. Its meaning should be"Open." Harry spoke in Parseltongue.Thank you for reading this far! You can access more chapters from HERE by joining my Patreon community. You'll gain exclusive early access to the COMPLETE NOVEL.As a member of my Patreon community, here is what you'll get:For $5Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. You also get access to all the novels I'm translating, you can find them here HERE.Your name will be featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I translate next.You Get Ad-free Chapters.For $10You get to suggest a Novel for me to translate.You get access to Digital art.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in gold.For $20You get to recommend a Novel and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in blue.Plus, you can Cancel your membership at any time.Don't let this amazing opportunity slip through your fingers!
