Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 45 The Godfather's Delusional Dreams! The Golden Cup Horcrux!

Dudley's master bedroom on the second floor of the Dursleys' house.

In a familiar place, with familiar people, a meeting was held again.

“Speak, Dumbledore, what have you discovered?” Dudley asked.

Dumbledore gathered his thoughts, carefully chose his words, and then began to speak:

"First, I verified the truth from Sirius Black. Just as we analyzed, Sirius Black was not Voldemort's accomplice; Peter Pettigrew was."

Sirius Black had a sudden inspiration: he thought his cowardly, timid, and unremarkable friend Pettigrew was more suitable to be the Potter family's Keeper of the Secrets. So he approached James and proposed that he give the position to Pettigrew, and James agreed.

Unexpectedly, Pettigrew, driven by fear, had already sided with Voldemort, becoming his spy, which led to the tragedy of the Potter family.

Upon hearing this, Dudley didn't react much, but he sighed inwardly at Sirius's foolishness once again.

Harry's eyes flickered, and his heart was in turmoil. Although he had expected it, it was only at this moment that he was fully certain of the specific details of his parents' murder.

"Write it down, Harry!"

Dudley gave a reminder, and Harry took out the black leather notebook he had been using before. Below the entries about Snape, who was an accomplice, he added the names Pettigrew and Sirius Black.

Peter Pettigrew, the hateful traitor, the biggest accomplice in the deaths of his parents, is unforgivable and must pay a bloody price! His whereabouts are currently unknown.

Sirius Black, a foolish close friend of his father, whose unintentional mistake indirectly led to the tragedy, can be forgiven, and can only be treated as a stranger for now.

"Dumbledore, you must have gotten some other information from Sirius, right?"

Dudley looked at what Harry had written in his notebook and then asked Dumbledore a question in a confident tone.

"I asked Sirius, and he said that Little Pettigrew, with the help of him, James, and Lupin, had become an Animagus, capable of transforming into a mouse."

I think that Little Pettigrew, who faked his death and escaped all these years, must have used this method to conceal his whereabouts!

Dumbledore replied.

"It seems we should focus our search on a mouse that's missing a toe. Without a clear direction, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack!"

Dali sighed, already having made up his mind.

"By the way, Sirius found this for me. It was torn from a group photo of their small group from their school days."

Dumbledore pulled a small, animated magical photograph from his pocket. It looked like it had been torn from a group photo and depicted a small, shifty-eyed alien who appeared to be quite young.

Dudley took the photo, glanced at it, silently memorized it, and then handed it to Harry.

"Dumbledore, you didn't tell Sirius Black that he might still be alive, did you? And you took Sirius Black out of Azkaban? Where did you take him?"

“As you said, I didn’t tell him. I only asked Sirius these questions to help him clear his name, and he didn’t suspect anything.”

Dumbledore replied, “Sirius is in very poor condition. He is hunched over and pale. I have taken him back to the Black family’s ancestral home, 12 Grimmauld Place, London, an ancient building hidden by magic.”

There was a house-elf named Kreacher there who could take care of him. I told him that he needed to stay there and couldn't go out until he was officially exonerated, and he agreed.

However, Sirius really wanted to see Harry. He wanted to apologize for the mistakes he had made, and he also said... said..."

"say what?"

Seeing Dumbledore hesitate, Dudley sensed something was amiss and frowned, urging him to speak.

Sirius said that if Harry was unhappy living with the Dursleys, he could go to his place. He also said that when Harry was born, the Potters made a pact with him to make him Harry's godfather.

Seeing Dudley's increasingly grim expression, Dumbledore spoke rapidly, then took two steps back, anticipating an imminent eruption of the volcano!

"He's dreaming! You're a complete idiot spouting nonsense!"

As expected, Dudley flew into a rage, jumped to his feet, and roared, "Godfather?! He wants to be Harry's godfather? Keep dreaming! I will never let a stupid idiot be Harry's godfather!"

No, no one can be Harry's godfather. Harry doesn't need a godfather at all!

To hell with the Godfather!

Seeing Dudley's emotional outburst, Dumbledore was quite surprised. This surprise was different from the rational and wise surprises Dudley had given him before; it was a peculiar, indescribable surprise.

Harry's eyes widened, but he quickly understood why his cousin was furious.

My cousin didn't want a stranger to steal his family away.

"Don't worry, cousin, I'm very happy living at home. I won't go looking for Sirius!" Harry promised.

Dali took a long, deep breath, trying to calm his excited emotions, before speaking:

"No, when I have some free time, I'll go with you to see this idiot. If I don't give him a good scolding, he won't know why clouds are so white!"

"Um... Dudley, let's talk about something else!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting tense, Dumbledore cleverly changed the subject.

"Phew—" Dudley let out a long breath, regaining his composure, and sat back in his chair. "Dumbledore, please continue!"

"It's about the Death Eaters and Voldemort's Horcruxes!"

Dumbledore said solemnly, "I found a clue to a Horcrux in the memories of Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's most fanatical Death Eater."

Voldemort turned the golden cup left behind by Helga Hufflepuff, one of the founders of Hogwarts, into a Horcrux.

He told Bellatrix that it was a very precious treasure to him, and instructed her to safely store the golden cup in the Gringotts Lestrange family vault.

“Great news, Dumbledore! When are you planning to go get it?” Dudley asked.

He had originally planned to reveal Voldemort's other Horcruxes one by one to Dumbledore after enrolling in school, collecting them all for further consideration.

But now that Dumbledore has found a clue himself and accelerated the collection process, he'll have to keep busy this month.

"I've got it back!"

"Dumbledore said proudly, a smug look on his aged face. He took a small, exquisite, golden cup with two handles from his pocket and placed it on the desk in front of Dali, looking every bit like a mischievous old man."

"what?!"

Dudley looked at the golden cup on the table, then at Dumbledore's smiling old face, and was shocked.

He had thought Dumbledore had come to ask him how to legitimately enter someone else's family vault to take things, but to his surprise, the old man had acted first and informed him later!