When someone throws a problem at you, you'd better throw the problem at them in return.
That's exactly what Basil is doing now.
It was clear that Sirius had lost control of his urge to destroy the locket.
Basil naturally had to pass the buck to Dumbledore to resolve the issue.
Dumbledore simply smiled and said, "You should already know the identities and locations of all the Horcrux."
Basil was somewhat exasperated. Although he didn't hide his expression, it was clear that he was unhappy.
But the next second, he smirked, "Yes, including that Horcrux. A living Horcrux."
Dumbledore's pupils contracted. How could this be? Voldemort himself didn't know Harry was Horcrux. Could it be that Basil really saw through him? —Through entering his dreams.
Sirius ignored the verbal exchange between Basil and Dumbledore.
He only noticed one thing. "This Horcrux can be destroyed, right? I can do it, and hurry up!"
"I still need to pick up my younger brother and take him home."
He gripped his wand, the Fiendfyre incantation repeating itself in his mind hundreds of times.
Flume teased Dumbledore, "Oh, your brother-in-law already knows your little secret."
Even Sirius was momentarily stunned—brother-in-law? What? An old cow eating young grass? Hermione's been cuckolded?
Lupin blurted out, "Did I hear that right?"
Only two House-elf didn't react. House-elf have their own circles, and some Pure-blood families have played those games too much. There are always Muggle-born wizards who are willing to sacrifice their dignity for the sake of advancement.
Dumbledore: "Enough! My sister is innocent! She has no boyfriend!"
Lupin tentatively said, "I think I understand why you're acting a bit abnormally. Your sister is already so old, just let her go."
Dumbledore glared at Flume and said, "She's only seventeen!"
Sirius, who had intended to explode and tell them to stop rambling on about nothing, was also somewhat amused and exasperated. "Alright, we know your sister is forever seventeen in your heart, and may even stay young like you are now."
"But seventeen is an adult, isn't it? She has the right to pursue her own happiness."
"Alright, can I start now?"
Basil: "Of course you can do it. But Fiendfyre isn't suitable."
The light of holiness and goodness gathered in his hands, and the legendary Sword of Kings of the ever-victorious king who ruled Britain appeared in his grasp.
"I recommend you use it— the Caliburn forged by the Lady of the Lake."
"I will allow you to borrow its power temporarily."
Hmph, the previous destruction of the Diary yielded a useful echo, "Dark Magician - Knight Commander".
The locket, which Voldemort now believes to be the last Horcrux he has created, is something Basil will not miss.
By using this sword, Basil allowed Sirius to use it, which meant he destroyed the Horcrux.
Everyone else was stunned.
They all saw the most beautiful things in this sword, their wounds were instantly healed, and a wellspring of joy welled up from their hearts.
At this moment, the things inside the locket seemed to sense the approaching danger, and began to rustle like cockroaches in a cage.
Sirius grinned at the locket, revealing a set of large, white teeth. "Looks like this thing sensed the danger too."
"But... Dumbledore, is Harry really the Bane of the Dark Lord Prophecy to be the nemesis of the Dark Lord?"
"He really wasn't taking a knife for Basil."
"Could it be that Lucius Malfoy also tried to murder Basil for this reason?"
Without waiting for a reply, he took the sword, and golden waves of light rippled outwards.
"I dare say it would probably be no problem to deal with Voldemort."
Click, the small gold lid of the locket popped open automatically.
Two small glass windows were visible, behind which was a living eye blinking, dark and bright, then spinning wildly.
Sirius wasn't frightened. He turned around and sneered, "Look, our Dark Lord has been startled awake."
"Hiss! Albus Dumbledore!" the locket began to speak, completely ignoring Sirius. "It really is you. I knew it. If anyone could find me, it would be you."
Looking at Dumbledore's youthful face, he said, "You really can't escape desire either, just like me, you pursue immortality."
"Haha! Even the saint Dumbledore has fallen into the mire!"
"Interesting," the dark-eyed man began to look at the Sword of Truth and Good. "You even forged a sword specifically for me."
"'Excalibur' is Kyle word meaning 'Caliburn'? You still believe in the legends of King Arthur?"
Dumbledore: "Could I have a moment to talk with Tom? (Voldemort: Don't call me Tom!)"
Sirius raised his sword. "Of course."
He looked at the locket. "Hey, say your last words!"
Dumbledore sighed, "I've always had a question. What if, when you were initially stealing petty things, you weren't forced to submit using magic?"
"After you enroll, they treat you with genuine care. Would you still choose this path?"
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Voldemort exclaimed, as if insulted. "Who do you think you are?"
"The most unique, the most talented, the most perfect me should naturally remain in this world forever and rule over everyone."
"Besides me, who else is worthy of that position?"
Do you think I'm a coward like you, indulging in love?
Sirius: "May I begin?"
Dumbledore stared into those dark eyes for a moment, then said in silence, "Yes."
The locket offered no resistance.
Those dark eyes closed before Sirius's sword came down.
After a metallic clang, only fragments of the locket remained in the tattered blanket.
The glass of both small windows was shattered, Riddle's eyes were gone, and wisps of smoke rose from the colorful silk lining of the locket.
The sword clattered to the ground from Sirius's hand, then transformed into Dotty stars and entered Basil's body.
He knelt on the ground, clutching his head, and cried out, "It's over! It's finally over!"
Kreacher let out a high-pitched wail, "Young Master Regulus Black's orders have been fulfilled!"
Basil smiled, just like everyone else around him.
[The player can handle a maximum of 3 echoes. Create an echo of "Black Lord - Broken Soul"?]
"Yes."
[Yes, would you like to spend 1000 gems to increase the maximum number of echoes you can withstand to 4?]
"Yes."
New echo data appeared on his retina.
Echo: The Dark Lord - Broken Soul
[Quality: Deterioration]
The mature Dark Lord harbors the last vestige of a shattered, benevolent soul.
The gold lid of the locket box is also a tool for sealing off your heart; your Legilimency increases by 50%.
Your Legilimency is unparalleled; no servant can shut down their mind in your presence. Legilimency +50%
You are the master of your Mind Stone, or the Mind Stone of others; Soul Ejection +50%
[Card Bonuses: Killing Curse +3, the Killing Curse +3, the Cruciatus Curse +3, Legilimency +3, Legilimency +3, Apparition +3, Black Mist Flight Curse +3, Transfiguration +3]
"This entry is too limited. It only applies to fixed spells?"
Click the magnifying glass in the upper right corner of the entry.
"Hmm, no? Mind Stone that seals, Mind Stone, and controls the Mind Stone all have bonuses? And the Memory Charm is included as well?"
"Isn't this a 50% bonus to all Mind Stone magic?"
"Interesting, this is exactly what I'm doing, both of which are related to the Mind Stone."
"[Dark Mist Flight]? I'm too late. With the [Sword of Truth and Good], I can fly in light."
"How come there's a +3 Transfiguration?"
"That's right, Voldemort had already completed his magical Transfiguration at this point."
Basil snapped out of his thoughts.
The group was having a lively discussion about this matter.
Madison: "I've been wanting to see Sirius like this for ages! Always acting like he's the bravest, most socially responsible, and most righteous person in the Black family."
"And what happened? Regulus Black was the bravest!"
"Now you know you were wrong! Now you regret it!"
Zoe: "I think he's just irresponsible at best."
"The Black Family is conservative. It's understandable that he rebelled and left the family."
"But he doesn't need to join the Order of the Phoenix at all."
"The Weasley family, for example, weren't originally members of the Order of the Phoenix."
"But they are the same, quietly providing assistance to the Order of the Phoenix."
"He could totally learn from Arthur Weasley."
"I dare say that Regulus Black joined the Death Eater, and that's why he joined the Order of the Phoenix."
"The Black Family must produce a Death Eater to prove their loyalty."
"Bellatrix. Well, Bellatrix and Narcissa don't count, they're already married. And they're not direct descendants."
Bellatrix: "Thank you for calling that crazy woman by her full name."
Ariana: "Albus too far! Now everyone thinks I'm an old lady!"
Sophie: "Basil's Dream Walking Technique is amazing! It can even transport people through time. Hester would be absolutely stunned if she knew!"
Beatrix: "You must be mistaken! Magic that is hopelessly used for crimes, how could my prince use it!"
Sophie: "Are you out of your mind? Magic doesn't distinguish between Yihe and evil. It's all about how you use it."
"Basil also knows the Killing Curse!"
Madison: "Shut up! Country girl! A dark wizard who has collected Unforgivable Curses dares to slander Basil."
"Do you know anything about defense against the Dark Magic? In seventh year at Hogwarts, students will specifically study and learn about the Dark Magic in order to better defend against them."
"Basil is simply more learned and more powerful."
Beatrix: "Yes! That's it."
Sophie: "Where did I slander you?"
Ultimately, the chat ended with Sophie being besieged.
On the surface, Sophie, who had surpassed Basil's consciousness level, was seen as having original sin in the eyes of the other group members.
It's not surprising that she always gets criticized.
Basil watched all this without saying a word.
In fact, he felt that he was a little bad at expressing himself.
It's better to wait until after the club activities and then show our actions instead of just talking.
"Kreacher," Sirius said calmly, "Do you remember the location of that cave?"
Kreacher jumped up, still a little sobbing, "Of course, young master!"
"Old Kreacher still remembers that place! He's been there many times!"
"But Kreacher can't find young master Regulus Black!"
"Kreacher— "
Kreacher was about to punish him again, and before Sirius could give any instructions, Dobby hugged him.
Sirius was furious. "You stupid old fool!"
"Don't you know how precious you are? It was because of my brother's sacrifice that you survived!"
"Remember this! Don't punish yourself anymore!"
"Punishing yourself is tantamount to wasting Regulus Black's efforts!"
Kreacher sobbed and stopped struggling.
Dobby let him go.
Kreacher stared at him with puzzled eyes. "Then how should Kreacher punish himself?"
"You—" Sirius gasped for breath, "Every time you make a mistake, you have to clean the floor! Is that alright?!"
"I will talk to Narcissa."
Kreacher nodded. "Could you clean the ceiling while you're at it, Kreacher?"
"Okay!" Sirius sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"Shall we set off now? Regulus Black is in the lake. There are just some Inferi in there."
"They are easy to deal with because they are afraid of light and fire."
"Please wait a moment," Dumbledore interrupted, "I think it's necessary for us to go as well."
"Tom might be other secrets hidden inside."
Sirius looked at Kreacher.
Kreacher nodded quickly; in his opinion, Dumbledore was much more reliable than this spendthrift young master.
"Kreacher will do! It's not far from London!"
"Kreacher tried it, and he can make five round trips in one go."
"No need for all that trouble." Flume raised an eyebrow. "Have you all forgotten my identity—the greatest alchemist of all time?"
He threw a silver pillar at Kreacher.
"Here you go, House-elf!"
Kreacher caught it.
Basil looked closely and saw that it seemed to be a pen, but it had no gaps at all, as if it had been poured out in one go from boiling silver.
Flume added, "According to you, there is no protection against the House-elf's Apparition there."
"And it's not far."
"Hold it, think about where you want to go, and draw circles in the air."
Kreacher stretched out his slender hand, grasped the pen, closed his eyes, and began to draw circles.
The silver light lingered and overlapped in the air, following its trajectory.
It started making a crackling sound like electricity.
The next second, the silver halo with Kreacher's hand as its radius began to expand.
A portal of light appeared, and a greenish glow mixed with the salty, damp scent of the seawater flowed into the boiler room.
It was a smooth, rocky islet, about the size of the Black family's kitchen.
It was covered by a large, flat black stone slab, which was empty except for a mysterious green light flickering in the middle.
On one side of the island are rough cave walls, and on the other side is an endless, smooth, mirror-like black lake.
"Shouldn't we hurry in?" Sirius noticed that the edge of the aperture was shrinking.
"That's because there's one more step to go." Flume slowly stepped forward, chanting obscure incantations while waving his wand like Da Shen.
Silver threads emerged from the tip of the wand and disappeared into the halo.
"Now it's great, it lasts for an hour. That's enough time for us to turn this cave upside down."
"In that case," Sirius chuckled, "I have one more thing to do."
He hurriedly ran out of the boiler room and kitchen, stepped over the umbrella made of the Troll's thigh, and walked to the front Entrance Hall, where he pulled back a velvet curtain.
"You beast! You slut! You filthy and sinful bastard! Get out of here right now! How dare you defile my ancestral home—"
It was a portrait of an old woman.
Sirius took a deep breath. "Thank you for your blessing, Mom!"
Then the velvet curtain was suddenly pulled down, and the sound stopped abruptly.