Successfully Entering the Boiler Room

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

After all, that was a gate that even Avada Kedavra couldn't destroy.

"Hmm, the evil Kreacher probably listens to me too, so there shouldn't be a big problem." As he was thinking about how to subtly suggest to Sirius that Kreacher accompany him to the Mirror World, and how to deal with the evil Kreacher, Ginny suggested a possibility.

"Harry, you can reach any place in the Mirror World with a mirror, right?"

"In that heavily guarded room you're going to, is there a smooth mirror that can reflect light?" Ginny asked after he told her about the room he found in the Mirror World Ginny he couldn't open, and how much he wanted to go inside.

"It's clearly inside—" Harry was about to retort, because he had seen the Black House treasures that Kreacher had hidden in his room before.

Inside are gold and silver artifacts that are so shiny they reflect light like mirrors.

But the next second he recalled the scene from when he had the hallucination.

The treasures no longer seemed to be in that room.

The only strip of cloth that remains neat now is the one that was cleaned by Harry's spell.

So, to put it another way—

All he needs to do is give Kreacher a gift!

Among so many gifts that would practically fill a room, finding a mirror would be incredibly easy.

Harry remembered receiving several similar gifts.

He only needs to choose one that matches the style of the Black House.

"Ginny, I need to go to Sirius's house." After thinking it over, Harry suddenly stood up.

"Harry?"

"So you want to come back and live here?"

"Where are Ron and Draco?"

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

"This--"

"That--"

"I'm just back for a quick visit; I'll be going back in a bit." Harry said awkwardly, unconsciously rubbing his feet against the floor.

No, I can understand.

"Just like how I only want to spend all my time with Regulus right now." Sirius laughed nonchalantly, then looked at Harry curiously, "What are you back for?"

"I'm back to see Kreacher," Harry said quickly.

"Oh, just like when I was a kid and James was, planning to use House-elf to go to places we can't normally go?"

"Like Hogwarts in the summer?" Sirius asked, looking like he knew a lot about it.

"Yes, yes, it's a secret between me and Draco, I won't explain it to you either—" Harry could only nod in agreement.

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

"You don't mean this secret will hurt someone else instead of Snape, do you?" Sirius asked Harry seriously.

"No, I'm leaving now." Harry had just turned to walk towards the kitchen pantry when he saw a figure.

"Great Master Harry, is there anything you wish to do?"

"I can do whatever you ask, even if it's just to discipline the unfilial son." Kreacher bowed quietly, kneeling before Harry, having been there for who knows how long.

"When did you appear, Kreacher?" Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"When Master Harry mentioned my name..." Kreacher's eyes, the size of tennis balls, widened, and the white fur in his bat ears twitched slightly, as if he were eager to be commanded.

Harry suspected that Kreacher would do it even if he were told to cut off his own head and hang it on the wall like his ancestors.

"Let's go to your room."

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

"That's not Kreacher's baby."

"They are the Black House's precious treasures!"

"Thanks to the great young master Regulus, the spendthrift son no longer deliberately destroys the Black House's treasures."

"So Kreacher doesn't need to keep the treasure in Kreacher's room for protection." Kreacher looked at Harry with a puzzled expression, seemingly wondering why the great young master Harry would ask such a foolish question.

"I just think your house is too plain."

"Here you go, this is a mirror. Isn't it wonderful to look in the mirror every morning when you wake up?"

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

It was handed to Kreacher.

Under Harry's expectant gaze, Kreacher, with tears in his eyes, took the mirror and easily opened the door that he had been unable to open in the Mirror World. He then hung the mirror on the wall to the side.

This is where the photos of the three Bella sisters used to be.

"Kreacher — Kreacher doesn't know how to put it. Great, kind Harry Potter, not only saved poor Master Regulus, but also gave humble Kreacher a gift." Kreacher said emotionally as he closed the door and came out.

"Nothing."

"You deserve all of this."

"Although you hate Sirius, I must say you've taken good care of him." Harry forced himself to appear genuinely interested in giving a gift, trying to suppress his embarrassment.

Even more embarrassingly, he realized something else: he could have asked Kreacher to leave the Boiler Room door open temporarily and not close it until he returned.

But all he could think of was giving away a mirror.

"Kreacher will look in the mirror every day, no, every hour, just as Harry Potter instructed."

Ten minutes later, Harry breathed a sigh of relief after escaping Kreacher's viral wave of thanks.

He told Sirius that he had gone back to the Weasley family.

But he didn't actually have any.

Instead, he is now in his bedroom on the third floor of the Black House.

He walked with hopeful eyes toward the large floor-length mirror in his bedroom.

He was plunged back into the familiar darkness. After searching for a few seconds, he finally spotted the extra door that had appeared earlier among the several doors of light nearby.

Harry opened his eyes.

Oops!

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

Fortunately, Kreacher laid strips of cloth on the floor of the Boiler Room.

He looked back, face down, and felt relieved.

However, the next second, he had no time to let his mind wander.

It was a feeling even more intense than when he faced the Voldemort's Soul Fragment in his first year of high school.

He felt as if he were trapped in a quagmire, unable to move, the room filled with a sticky, gloomy magic.

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

He could see the monster's red skin, which looked like it had been peeled off, very clearly at that moment.

The little monster seemed to be affected by him as well, and was also unable to move.

All they could do was cry and wail helplessly.

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

His head felt like it was about to explode.

But none of this affects one thing.

That means, like the little monster, his mouth can still move.

"Creator of Myriad Stars, the remaining traces and memories will appear under your Third Vision of exploring destiny, and be reforged!" With the appearance of the last prayer, a magical power like scorching magma surged into the room, enveloping him and the little monster.

Then came intense pain, like being torn apart by a thousand knives.

Harry's vision gradually blurred, and he was plunged into darkness.