harry potter book of crimes

On the second floor of the renovated Blake old house, the dilapidated living room reveals the scene of the past under the reflection of the rising sun.

The fine dust flipped and shone in the light beam projected from the window, and there was a faint musty smell in the air, which seemed to reject everyone who came here.

A house that has been uninhabited for a long time is a place where all the past events are buried. Even if you try to dig out the numerous bones inside, it will only bring you a heavy weight from many years ago.

At this moment, the heavy bones dug out by Maka were accumulating in Sirius's heart to no avail.

"Voldemort is a very conceited wizard. His conceitedness comes from his strength... Of course, it may also come from his nature..."

"In short, he didn't tell anyone else what he did at that time - that was natural, because he wanted to gain the ability to be 'immortal'."

"It's a black magic, quite evil, originating from ancient times... Well, maybe even earlier than that! I can't say more about this black magic for the time being, but what I want to say is that for this black magic, he needs

To hide something—in a few places where no one else knows.”

"And one of the locations was the place he took Kreacher to - he needed to find a 'worthless' creature to test whether the magic mechanism he left behind was perfect."

"Hmph, worthless creature..." Sirius snorted coldly, "Then, why is this 'worthless creature' still here?"

"Of course, of course..." Maka turned her head and looked at Kreacher who bowed his head silently, "Just because he was 'worthless', Voldemort ignored a simple fact - the magic of house elves.

It is decisively different from the magic of wizards."

Speaking of this, Maka seemed to have thought of something funny and said with a smile: "If Voldemort had brought an ordinary wizard as a testing tool, you might not hear this story now - Kreacher

I escaped back and just used a simple 'Apparition'."

When she mentioned the word "simple", the corner of Maka's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"You mean, there is a magic that prohibits disembodiment in that place?" Sirius sneered, "This is indeed 'very Voldemort'. He is like most pure-blood wizards, conceited and arrogant, even the wizard community is

There are three, six or nine grades, let alone house elves..."

"Yes, that's right." Maka spread her hands and said, "So Kreacher returned home, back here..." Just as he was saying that, he changed the subject, "By the way, Sirius... I don't know

Are you interested in knowing why Kreacher came back?"

"Isn't it to escape for your life? What's so strange about this-"

Sirius was suddenly startled, and looked at Kreacher with a frown, but Kreacher still had his eyes closed tightly, as if he was a small statue.

"It seems that you have also noticed, how could a house elf 'escape'?" Maka said, "The reason why Kreacher returned -"

"You don't need to say it." Sirius suddenly became irritable, "Is this what you want to tell me? Regulus's relationship with a house elf?"

"Of course it's more than that," Maka turned to look at him and said, "To be honest, your brother's magic talent may not be strong, but his pursuit of magic is practical and persistent."

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked confused.

Maka pointed to the name at the bottom of the tapestry and said word by word:

"The 'stupid brother' you call, Regulus Artuculus Black, is probably the first wizard in the world to discover the secret of Voldemort's 'immortality'..." Maka repeated in an accentuated tone.

,"First!"

Sirius turned his head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar name that Maka pointed to, and the annoyance in his heart became more intense.

"So what," Sirius waved his hands angrily and shouted loudly, "Regulus has been a brat who only obeyed his parents and family since he was a child. He is cowardly and has no independent opinions. He does whatever others say..."

"... He discovered Voldemort's secret and was killed. This ridiculous ending... hum... fits his weak and useless character, doesn't it?"

As he spoke, Sirius suddenly clenched his right hand and punched the name on the tapestry hard. With this punch, the dust on the tapestry fell off and scattered in the morning sun.

Come on.

"Yes! He was killed by Voldemort... In terms of the result, you can say that." Maka nodded as if in agreement, but continued, "But... in terms of the process, his

Death is worth remembering by everyone."

"What?" Sirius suddenly turned his head, bloodshot eyes looming.

"Regulus asked Kreacher to take him there once, and then he replaced the thing—with an identical fake—"

"Then what?" Sirius seemed to understand something. He grabbed Maka's arm tightly and almost roared.

"Then?" Maka let Sirius grab her arm and shrugged, "Of course she ordered Kreacher to come back! Just like she ordered Kreacher to come back before - you know, house elves can't resist their masters.

Order."

Under Sirius' gaze, Maka said calmly: "As for your brother, he can't escape - the magic left by Voldemort is not something that an ordinary wizard can escape."

Sirius was silent, and his hand holding Maka gradually relaxed. The slightly trembling hand was unknown whether it was a spasm caused by excessive exertion or some other reason...

Maka pulled out her arm, rubbed it with a grin, and then turned her gaze to the tapestry; Sirius lowered his head, his messy long hair covering his eyes, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking.

.

At this moment, Sirius's appearance was strikingly similar to Kreacher standing behind him.

After a long time, Sirius suddenly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Where is that place?"

"Look! This is one of the reasons why I hid it from you," Maka said calmly without even looking at him, "What do you want? Do you want to take back your brother's bones? Or do you want to take your brother back?

Get back what you left for Voldemort?"

"I can't leave my brother in that hellish place!" Sirius roared.

"This is meaningless." Maka said, "Why do you think Regulus ordered Kreacher to keep this secret, and why he ordered Kreacher to say that he was not allowed to let anyone from the Black family

Does anyone know?"

"I don't care about this!" Sirius said crazily, "Isn't it just danger? When has Sirius ever been afraid of danger? I -"

"Don't you understand yet?" Maka grabbed Sirius by the collar, stared into his eyes and said, "Your brother is afraid! He is afraid that this matter will be revealed to you, a stupid brother like you.

Know!"

"As of now, we have no way of knowing whether Regulus had any other thoughts when he joined the Death Eaters. Maybe he did it for the pride of pure blood, or maybe he did it for some other reason..." Ma

Ka said carefully, "But at least, his last order must be for you, my brother."

"He knows that you are impulsive, reckless, and stubborn, and can risk your life for an idea. Once you find out about this, you will definitely go!"

"But...what's the use of you going?" Maka said unceremoniously, "You can only do bad things! Only when Voldemort doesn't know about this matter, can it be possible to exert its greatest influence at the critical moment.

Effect."

"...Sirius, do you understand?"

After saying that, Maka let go of Sirius's collar, tidied it up for him, and then walked towards the door without looking back.

At this time, in this dilapidated living room, only two lonely figures, one big and one small, were left. They each stood there, letting their hearts become heavier and heavier.

This is a silent confession from a younger brother to an older brother, more than ten years apart!

Maka was right. Regulus's thoughts back then had long been buried in the dust of history. From the few words that remained, all that could be gained were baseless speculations.

But even if it is just a guess, it is a guess that touches the true feelings and gives new meaning to the words left by the deceased.

For the dead, this guess may be just a "lie" full of errors; but for the living, this "lie" represents "hope."

Some people say that in this world, there are only two professions that can give meaning to the past of the deceased - that is, detectives and liars.

Only detectives can dig them out of the grave and organize them into "truths"; only liars can twist them in the grave and turn them into "lies".

And Maka is a great writer through and through... ah no, I mean... a "big liar".

At the end of the living room, the bright morning sun brought a touch of warmth to the room.

"Regulus..." Sirius touched the name on the tapestry and said feebly, "You are so stupid... You are so... extremely stupid..."

Behind him, the house elf Kreacher knelt down on the dusty carpet, crystal tears flowing uncontrollably from his closed eyes.

He kept hitting his head on the carpet, "bang bang bang bang", raising a fine cloud of dust.

Looking out the window, the sun has unknowingly climbed up into the sky, distributing its light and heat wantonly, but it cannot dispel the gloom in the hearts of these two completely different creatures, one big and one small.