Hogwarts Homecoming

With a flash of light, Kreacher was directly bounced back to the ground by Amosta's magic power, but before anyone could stop it, Kreacher jumped up again, and this time, he didn't attempt to attack Amosta, Instead, he rushed directly to the red-burning hearth, pulled out the poker, and began to beat himself.

The red-hot stick hit Kreacher, who was crying bitterly, and shocking black scorched marks appeared on his gray skin, and at the same time, there was an unpleasant scorched stench.

Amostar was unimpressed, but it dawned on him immediately that Kreacher probably knew something about the locket.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Remus quickly pulled out his wand, swung it violently, and snatched the poker from Kreacher's hand. Sirius, who had regained his senses, roared loudly and rushed forward. He lifted Kreacher and pressed him to the ground. On the table,

"Stop, I command you to stop, don't hurt yourself any more!"

Kreacher immediately froze, lying straight on the dining table, staring at the locket in Amosta's hand, tears gushing from the sunken eye sockets.

It's not that Sirius has never seen Kreacher go crazy, but he has never seen this elf who is loyal to the Black family go crazy like this. He stared at Kreacher viciously, and his rough hands still didn't move neck off, not because it offended them, but because of what Kreacher had just screamed out.

"My brother's locket, do you know something right, Kreacher, I order you to tell everything!"

"Let go of it first, Sirius—"

Remus took Sirius' wrist, and said to Kreacher who was sitting up,

"Don't get me wrong, Kreacher, we're not trying to take Regulus'...relic, we just want to know how he got this locket, we think you might know something, right?"

Kreacher backed away on the table, instinctively avoiding the hand that Remus extended to help it, it ignored Sirius' angry stare, and fixed its eyes on the locket in Amosta's hand, It didn't want to say anything, but the direct command from Sirius made it irresistible, so it curled up in a ball, with its wet face between its knees, and began to rock back and forth.

When it started talking, it was muffled, but fairly clear in a quiet, echoing kitchen

"Unresponsible Master Sirius has escaped--"

Kreacher's first words made Sirius turn black, but Amosta and Remus stopped his ready to get angry with their eyes at the same time.

"--his behavior broke the Mistress's heart, but Master Regulus has self-respect, and he knows what the name Black and his pure blood mean.

For many years, he often talked about the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord wants to make wizards no longer have to hide in hiding, but can come out to rule Muggles and Muggle descendants. Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord's organization when he was sixteen years old. So proud, so happy to serve the Dark Lord—"

snort!

Sirius sneered contemptuously, but there was endless sadness in his eyes.

"Get to the point."

Amostar interrupts Kreacher's praise of Regulus and the Dark Lord,

"Use the simplest description to let us understand the whole story, Kreacher."

Kreacher shook his body in fear. As a magical creature, its "spiritual sense" is sharper than that of ordinary wizards. He can vaguely feel that Amosta is different. What's more, this young man also has orders its permissions.

"After that year, one day, Master Regulus came to see me Kreacher in the kitchen, Master Regulus liked it."

As if remembering Amosta's order, Kreacher shook his head, and changed the subject with tears in his eyes,

"The Dark Lord needed an elf, and Master Regulus offered Kreacher."

"What does Voldemort want an elf for?"

Remus couldn't help asking, "Werewolves, giants, vampires, Death Eaters, and many dark creatures are Voldemort's supporters. Does he not lack men?"

Remus' doubts were quickly answered. As the story continued, they seemed to follow Kreacher back many years ago, to the big cave by the sea where Muggles could not land.

Sirius's panting gradually became heavier, he stared at Kreacher with a livid face, the veins on his clenched fists were bulging, as if he wanted to rush up and beat Kreacher violently at any time, and Remus' expression was unprecedentedly serious However, by mistake, they learned of a bizarre past of Voldemort, which may involve Voldemort's deepest secret.

The story of the boy named Regulus was indeed respectable, and Amosta couldn't help but feel a little admiration for it, but by the end of the story, he had already started to think about other issues.

Dumbledore was looking for Voldemort's Horcrux, and his method was to trace the context of Voldemort's life in the wizarding world, hoping to find clues.

Well. Voldemort gave the notebook to Lucius Malfoy, and let Regulus Black intervene in the hiding of the locket. Will he regard this as a kind of employee benefit, so that everyone who is loyal to him Death Eaters all involved in this kind of thing?

As he spoke, Amostar was somewhat unable to understand this behavior.

He has never made a horcrux, but if he wants to make a horcrux, he will definitely not reveal the location of his soul everywhere. Perhaps, he will stuff the fragments of the soul into an inconspicuous stone, and then sink quietly. to the Mariana Trench

Perhaps, the number of soul splits was too many, which caused problems in his thinking?

"--Master Regulus drew a locket from his pocket, like this one the Dark Lord has."

Kreacher looked at the locket in Amosta's hand, tears flowed down both sides of his long nose,

"He told Kreacher to hold it and change the locket when the stone basin was dry."

Kreacher's sobs became rough and harsh, and it took Remus and Sirius to concentrate on understanding him,

"He ordered—Kreacher to leave—leave him alone, he wouldn't let Kreacher tell Mistress what he had done—but told Kreacher to destroy the Dark Lord's locket. Kreacher switched the locket— I just watched the young master being dragged underwater. And then oh!"

Kreacher threw himself on the table, made a bullfrog-like noise at the top of his voice, and burst into tears.

The candles on the candlestick were extinguished one by one while Kreacher was narrating the past, and now there was only one candle that was shining and wavering.

Sirius' face was pale, and his eyes were as blank as if under the Imperius Curse.

"Have you ever tried to destroy the locket, Kreacher?"

Remus stretched out his hand, but the moment he touched it, Kreacher avoided it as if he had received an electric shock, and muttered while crying,

"The despicable wolf cub touched Kreacher, but Kreacher didn't allow it, what would the mistress say?"

Apart from a wry smile, Remus couldn't make any expression.

"answer the questions--"

Amosta stared at the circle of runes on the face of the locket, showing a thoughtful expression.

Hogwarts is the academic frontier of today's magic world. The interpretation of ancient runes is undoubtedly the closest to the truth. The magic words with general magic power can be omniscient and all-knowing.

Amostar did not understand the meaning of this circle of mysterious symbols, but he did feel familiar with these words, because the diadem of Ravenclaw had been in his hand for some days before, and on it, he had seen and written Similar characters.

Sirius' expression froze, and he ordered Kreacher to answer Remus's question in a raving tone, so Kreacher wailed in agony while holding back his sobs,

"Kreacher couldn't leave a trace on it. Tried many things but couldn't succeed, Kreacher punished himself, tried again, punished himself again, but it still didn't work, there was so much powerful magic on the box, Kreacher believed It can only be destroyed from within. Kreacher failed to carry out the order, Kreacher failed to destroy the locket, Kreacher failed Master Regulus."

"How dare you keep mentioning Regulus!"

Sirius erupted suddenly, if Remus hadn't stopped him in time, he would have wished to strangle Kreacher to death,

"Why didn't you tell me all this then, Kreacher, why!

He was only seventeen years old at the time, just coming of age, and you just watched him being dragged into the water like this! "