Speaking of Voldemort's Horcruxes, most people who have read HP will quickly think of those seven items.

Tom Riddle's diary.

Marvolo Gaunt's ring.

Slytherin's pendant.

Hufflepuff's golden cup.

Ravenclaw's diadem.

The big snake Nagini.

and the main character, Harry Potter.

Obviously, Mr. Fu, who has a serious collecting habit, should have hoped to find a Gryffindor item to hold the fragments of his soul during the years when he did not know that Harry was one of his humanoid self-propelled Horcruxes. .

Tsk tsk, think about it, it's really impressive. The relics of the four founders are all my Horcruxes, and only someone like Mr. Fu dares to do this.

Others regard these things as sacred objects.

Of course, judging from the setting, he couldn't get Gryffindor's dagger, so the matter was shelved. Maybe Voldemort was thinking, as long as I defeated my destined opponent, what treasure would I get? Can’t get it?

Unfortunately, he still missed a move.

When he gave birth to an enemy in this world who wanted to destroy him in advance, he had already fallen into Principal Dumbledore's plan.

In terms of strategy, Principal Dumbledore can be said to be no weaker than anyone else, depending on whether he has that intention.

Going down the stairs next to the kitchen is a warehouse with a cupboard at the entrance, which is Kreacher's small home.

At this time, the house elf was making a quilt, and it seemed to be getting ready to sleep.

"Oh, this is the young master's friend. He seems to be lost. If he goes back up the stairs and turns right when he sees the portrait of the mistress, he can return to his room. Of course, Kreacher will not tell That's what he does." Kreacher glanced at him, turned his head, and continued to tidy up his little nest, casually hiding something secretly that he thought would be unnoticed.

Robert looked at the warehouse. It was used to store some kitchen utensils, some gold, some silver, and some exquisitely crafted porcelain. They were all very old styles. It can be seen from here that the Black family has indeed had a long history. .

At this time, Robert heard Kreacher muttering to himself, "The young master always brings some strange people in, which makes the hostess very angry, but what can poor Kreacher do? Kreacher can't resist Master's orders. Oh, poor Kreacher, he has to stay with his mentally unstable mistress."

...Is this making fun of you?

Robert almost laughed out loud. It turns out that house elves also know how to complain about their masters, right?

"Good evening, Kreacher." Robert greeted.

Kreacher turned around, bowed to Robert, and then whispered, "Kreacher doesn't like the wizard who petrified the mistress at all, but Kreacher can't ignore him, oh, poor Kreacher..."

Well, they not only complain about their owners, but also their guests.

"Yes, yes, yes, everything you said is right. It's all my fault. Kreacher, please don't be angry, okay?" Robert's coaxing words almost made the old elf faint, and it gasped heavily. Angry, he stared at Robert with an unkind expression.

Robert ignored the unpleasantness and asked directly, "Can you tell me about the Black family? I heard Sirius mention his brother, it seems to be..."

He deliberately tilted his head and thought for a while, but from the corner of his eye he saw the elf holding his breath. He felt a little sorry for this weird guy. Robert said honestly, "It's called Regulus, right?"

The house elf seemed to be under a petrifying spell, frozen in place, with bulging eyes, staring straight at Robert. To be honest, this look was a bit scary in the dark room.

Robert was ready for this guy to get angry and attack him.

However, the house elf did not attack him. Instead, he bent down and gasped for air. Tears fell down in large streams, and soon they wet the ground.

"Regulus...Master..." the house elf whimpered.

Robert did not rush forward rashly, but stayed put and guided it with words, "You miss him very much, right?"

The house elf sobbed, and a "purring" sound came from its thick nose, "Master Regulus...is a good man...he has always liked Kreacher...helping Kreacher...but!"

Kreacher's eyes widened, and his already protruding eyes became even bigger. He raised his voice and shouted loudly, "But Kreacher couldn't fulfill his wish!!!"

"Kreacher is useless! Kreacher is not a good house elf! Kreacher can't fulfill Master Regulus's wish!" It screamed and fell to the ground, banging its head on the floor.

"Hey!" Robert was shocked. These guys were all the same. They hit the floor whenever they disagreed. Where did they learn this self-mutilation technique?

It took a lot of effort for Robert to restrain this guy. Because he was so anxious, he even forgot to take out his wand and just dropped it on the ground.

After fluttering feebly for a long time, the elf, whose brain was extremely deprived of oxygen, lay on the ground, panting and trembling all over. His nose was surrounded by green snot bubbles. There was a big bump on his forehead, with blood oozing out slightly. His eyes were red and swollen with bloodshot eyes. , and the golden peas are still falling.

"Kreacher, let me let go of you, and then let's talk slowly, okay?" Robert lowered his voice and used the charm magic he learned from an unknown senior sister to try to calm down the house elf. " You see, Mr. Regulus doesn’t want you to hurt yourself, he will feel sorry for you, Kreacher respects Mr. Regulus the most, and he will definitely protect himself and prevent himself from getting hurt, right?”

Maybe the senior sister's secret book did have two brushes, or maybe the house elf had no strength to struggle, so it nodded and agreed.

Robert heaved a sigh of relief. He had a conscience. Although he liked to fool around, he didn't dare to play with people to death. If something happened to Kreacher, he might live in a nightmare for the rest of his life.

After placing the house elf back in his den, Robert went to the kitchen to make two cups of hot cocoa, then took a towel and returned to the warehouse.

Kreacher was still wiping tears beside the bed, and Robert didn't bother him. He took out the wound medicine and bandaged Kreacher.

"Don't touch water for the next two days. Although the magic spell can quickly heal wounds, if used too much, it will cause dependence, so general wounds can be treated with wound medicine." Robert applied the wound medicine to Kreacher. After a while, the wound disappeared under the wrinkles on Kreacher's face.

Robert looked surprised, "House elves recover so quickly!"

Kreacher said nothing, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Robert put away the medicine box and stuffed the hot cocoa into its hand, and the two of them were speechless.

Finally, Robert finished sipping the hot cocoa in his hand, took the cup to wash, and went back to the house to sleep.

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