Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

On the second floor of this refurbished old Black mansion, the dilapidated parlour living room is reflected by the rising sun, revealing the old scene.

The fine dust was flipping and shining in the beam of light projected from the window, and a faint musty smell appeared in the air, which seemed to be rejecting everyone who came here.

A long uninhabited house is a place where all the past is buried, and even if the hard bones are dug out, it is nothing more than a heavy one from many years ago.

At this moment, the heavy bones dug out by Maca are accumulating in the heart of Sirius to no avail.

"Voldemort is a very arrogant wizard, and his ego comes from strength ... of course, maybe from his nature ..."

"In short, everything he did at that time was not told to others-that was taken for granted, because he wanted the ability to 'immortal'."

"It's a black magic, quite evil, 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 Hide something-hide it in places that others don't know. "

"And one of them was the place where he took Cleche-he needed to find a‘ worthless ’creature to test if the magic he left behind was perfect.”

"Huh, worthless creature ..." Sirius sneered, "So, why is this 'worthless creature' still here?"

"Of course, of course ..." Maca turned her head and looked at Kleecher, who said nothing, "Because he was" worthless, "Voldemort ignored the simple fact that the magic of domesticated elves, There is a decisive difference from wizarding magic. "

At this point, Maca seemed to think of something funny, and smiled: "If Voldemort took an ordinary wizard as a test tool, then you may not hear this story now--Klicher Escaped back and used a simple 'phantom shift'. "

Speaking of the word "simple," Maca's mouth twitched.

"You mean, there is magic in that place that prohibits Phantom Deformation?" Sirius sneered. "This is really a" Vododemon ". He is just like most pure-blood wizards. There are three, six, nine, etc., not to mention domestic elves ... "

"Yes, that's right." Maca spread his hands, "So Kreacher went home and came back ..." As he said, he turned the subject again, "Yes, Sirius ... I don't know Are you interested to find out why Kreacher is back? "

"Isn't it for escape? It's strange--"

Sirius suddenly frowned and looked at Klitsch frowning, but Klitsch still closed his eyes as if it were a small statue.

"Looks like you noticed, how could a domestic elf‘ run away ’?” Maca said. “The reason why Cleche returns—”

"You needn't say anything." Sirius suddenly became irritable. "Is that what you want to tell me? The relationship between Regulus and a domestic elf?"

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

"What do you mean?" Sirius wondered.

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

"The 'stupid brother' in your mouth, Regulus Atullus Black, is probably the first wizard in the world to discover the mystery of Voldemort's" undead ... "Maca repeated with aggravated tone. ,"First!"

Sirius tilted his head and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar name that Maca was referring to.

"So what," Sirius waved angrily and roared loudly, "Regules was a young man who was only a mere coward to his parents and family. He was cowardly and opinionless. What others say is ..."

"... he discovered Voldemort's secret and was killed. This ridiculous ending ... hmm ... could fit his weak and useless character, didn't he?"

Talking, Sirius suddenly clenched his right hand and slammed his punch on the name of the tapestry. Under this punch, the dust on the tapestries fell down, and scattered in the rising sun.

"Yeah! Killed by Voldemort ... as far as the result is concerned," Maca nodded in agreement, but continued, "but ... in terms of the process, his Death is worth remembering for everyone. "

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

"Regules asked Klitsch to take him there once, and then replaced the thing-using an identical fake-"

"What then?" Sirius seemed to understand, and he grasped Maca's arm tightly, almost roaring and roaring out.

"Then?" Maca allowed Sirius to take his arm and shrugged. "Of course, he ordered Cleche to come back! Just like Cleche was ordered to come back before-you know, the domestic elf can't resist the master command."

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

Sirius was silent, and he slowly pulled Maca's hand loose. The trembling hand was not due to spasms caused by excessive force, or for other reasons ...

Marka pulled her arm out, rubbed her teeth with a grin, and then turned her eyes to the tapestry; Sirius dropped her head and her messy long hair covered his eyes, making people wonder what he was thinking .

At this moment, the pair of Sirius looked strikingly similar to Cleche standing behind.

For a long time, Sirius suddenly raised his head and said hoarsely, "Where is that place?"

"Look! That's one of the reasons I'm hiding from you," Maca didn't look at him, just calmly, "What do you want? Are you trying to recover your brother's bones? Or do you want to take your brother? Take it back to Voldemort? "

"I can't leave my brother in that kind of ghost place!" Sirius growled.

"It's meaningless," Maca said. "Why do you think that Regulus ordered Cleche to keep this secret, and why he ordered Cleche to not allow any one of the Black family? Anyone know? "

"I don't care about that!" Sirius said wildly. "Isn't it dangerous? When was my Sirius afraid of danger? I--"

"Don't you understand?" Maca dragged Sirius's collar and stared at his eyes. "Your brother, he's scared! He's scared that you will be fooled by you. know!"

"To this day, we have no way of knowing if there is any other thought for Regulus who joined the Death Eaters. Maybe he is for the pride of pure blood, or maybe he is for some other reason ..." Ma Ka said carefully, "But at least, his last order must be for your brother."

"He knows that you are impulsive, reckless, and dead-headed, and you can disregard one thought. Once you know this, you will definitely go!"

"But ... what's the use of when you're gone?" Maca said politely, "you can only do bad things! This thing, only when Voldemort doesn't know, can it be the most important at the critical moment. effect."

"... Sirius, do you understand?"

By the way, Maca loosened Sirius' collar and smoothed it out for him, before going back to the door without looking back.

At this moment, in this dilapidated living room, UU reading www.uukanshu.com left only one big, one small and two lonely figures. They each stood in place, letting their hearts become heavier and heavier.

This is a silent confession issued by a younger brother to a older brother more than ten years apart!

Maca is right. Regulus's thoughts were already buried in the dust of history. With only the remaining words, what he could gain was nothing more than speculation.

But even if it was only speculation, it was also a speculation that touched on the truth, and it was a speculation that gave the deceased's legacy a new meaning.

To the deceased, this speculation may be just a false "lie"; to 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 dead-detective and liar.

Only detectives can dig them out of the grave and sort them into "truth"; only liars can make them twist and deform in the grave and turn them into "lies".

And Maca is an outright writer ... Ah no, I mean ... "the big liar".

At the end of the living room, the bright sunrise brought a hint of warmth to the room.

"Regules ..." Sirius stroked the name on the tapestry weakly, "You are so stupid ... You are really ... stupid ..."

Behind him, Kelcher, the domestic elf, fell to his knees on the dusty carpet, and tears could not stop flowing from his closed eyes.

He kept pounding his head against the carpet, "pumping", raising a fine dust.

Looking out of the window, the sun has unconsciously climbed up into the air, deliberately emitting its light and heat, but it cannot dispel the gloom in the hearts of two very different creatures, one large and one small.