Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

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Within two days, Sirius sent Kreacher to Jemini's house and told Kreacher that Jemini would be his master from now on.

Kreacher readily accepted this.

Kreacher would not know how happy he would be if he could get rid of Sirius, the old master, not to mention that his new master was Jemini Fox, the most beloved wizard among the elves.

House-elves also have their own social skills. With their own magical abilities, no matter how complicated the work is, it doesn't take much time. If the master does not need to serve, they will occasionally go out for a walk.

For example, Dobby, in the original book, he was familiar with the Crouch family's glitter, and old Kreacher naturally wouldn't stay in Black's old house every day. He still has a certain understanding of Jemini.

"It is Kreacher's honour to serve you, my lord, my esteemed Master Fox..."

Kreacher's voice was like a bullfrog being strangled by its neck, thick and dry. He bowed to Jemini, his hooked nose touched the ground, looking very humble.

Jemini glanced at Kreacher. The old house-elf had a hunched back and drooping ears. He didn't seem to be in good spirits.

"From today onwards, you will be staying at the Gray's house, and your main job is... raising horses. You will also take care of the rune horses in the stables, and the few Nightstrals in Welfare Village on the back of the mountain."

"Yes! My master." Kreacher bowed again.

"The elves have their own dormitories. Dobby will take you there later. In addition, you must maintain hygiene at Gray's house. Whether it is the home environment or your own cleaning, you must do a good job, you know?" road.

"Follow your will." Kreacher bowed again.

"One more thing..." Jemini squeezed his chin and thought for a while: "The locket that Regulus stole from Voldemort's cave... It should be with you? I guess you must bring something so important. Is it on you?"

Kreacher suddenly shuddered and looked at Jemini in horror.

"Master Regulus asked Kreacher to destroy it...but Kreacher tried all means and couldn't destroy it..."

With a trembling look, he took out the locket from his arms and held it in his hand.

He looked at Jemini uneasily, as if afraid that the new owner was going to take it away.

Jemini reached out and picked up the locket, and the weapon store quickly responded: it can't be recovered.

Jemini understood immediately.

As he thought, the weapon store also has requirements for recyclables.

The most basic requirement - must be able to meet the definition of a weapon.

Whether it is a diary or a locket, it obviously does not meet this requirement. The diary may barely be regarded as a strategic material, but its value is too low to meet the recycling standards...

Throwing the locket on the ground, Jemini reached out and Hermes appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"I give you a chance to fulfill Regulus' last wish."

As Jemini said that, he threw Hermes out, the silver long sword spun twice in mid-air, and stuck it on the floor tile in front of Kreacher with a snort.

"This sword has the ability to destroy it. I will help you open the locket and destroy it with your own hands."

Kreacher looked at Jemini in disbelief, he was surprised for a few seconds, then held his hands on the hilt respectfully and pulled the sword from the ground.

Jemini nodded slightly, looked at the locket on the ground, and hissed: "Open!"

With a snap, the locket opened, a turbulent black mist surged out instantly, and a thin figure appeared in the room.

Kreacher stared blankly at the figure composed of black mist, and tears flowed out.

"Master Regulus?"

"That's Voldemort's soul." Jemini sat on the sofa calmly: "He will become a weakness in your heart, bewitch you, and eat away at your heart."

Kreacher held the long sword tremblingly, trembling all over.

Regulus, who was composed of shadows, looked at Kreacher kindly: "Kreacher, it's me... Regulus, your master, don't you remember me?"

"Regulus is dead." Jemini's voice sounded behind him: "He died in that cave a long time ago. In order to destroy this thing, he gave his life, and he entrusted everything to him. I gave you-"

"I'm not dead, Kreacher, although I'm weak now, but you'll save me, right? Come here... come closer to me and let me take a good look at you..."

The voice of Regulus composed of black mist seems to have a different kind of charm, distant and ethereal.

"Regulus saved you with his own life, Kreacher, he is of noble character, kind and benevolent, brave and fearless, even if he knew he would die, he would never live in this way, remember his last orders , destroy this thing."

Jemini leaned on the sofa indifferently and said calmly.

Kreacher burst into tears, and raised his long sword with both hands high: "You are not allowed! Defile! Master Regulus! Ahhhhhhh!!!"

He screamed and rushed to the locket, slashing with all his might.

Ping——

A painful scream came from the black mist, and then the black smoke twitched wildly, struggling violently, trying to wrap Kreacher.

The meridians at the corners of Jemini's eyes bulged, a tyrannical pressure swept across, and the counter-attacking black mist suddenly stagnated, and finally burst with a puff and completely dissipated.

With a thud, Kreacher knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face. He lowered his head, held Hermes high with both hands, and returned the long sword to Jemini.

"Good job."

Jemini nodded approvingly, put away the long sword, and then raised his hand, the broken locket flew out of thin air and landed in his hand.

"Return as usual."

With a flick of the wand, Jemini repaired the damaged locket. After reconfirming that the soul in it was destroyed, Jemini hung the locket around Kreacher's neck.

"Anyway, it is also a relic of Slytherin, pay attention to take good care of it."

Kreacher suddenly choked out strangely and trembled all over. He seemed to feel a little rude to cry, but he couldn't help it.

Jemini smiled: "This thing itself is yours, and Regulus left it to you, so you don't have to thank me."

"Kreacher praises you, my loving and generous master—" Kreacher whimpered and stood up.

Jemini was noncommittal, waved his hand, and let Dobby take Kreacher out.

Then he returned to Hogwarts, all the way to the third floor, at the entrance of the headmaster's room, and said to the ugly stone beast guarding the entrance of the headmaster's room, "Tomahawk steak."

Stone Beast: "..."

Are you fucking here to find fault! When did the principal's office use steak as a password!

Then he rumbled and moved reluctantly, revealing the spiral staircase behind the wall.

"Is my password correct?" Jemini asked curiously.

Stone Beast: "..."

"Right?" Jemini clenched his fists.

The stone beast said quickly: "Yes, yes!"

Jemini nodded with satisfaction and strode up the spiral staircase.

The stone beast behind him was silent for a while, and then it rumbled to a nearby armor, roared, and smashed its big claws on the armor.

The armor struggled to stretch out its arms to ask for help, but was slapped down by the stone beast.

"That's right! Right!"

The roar of the stone beast could be heard in the distance.

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