The Death Knell

Hermione looked at the professor with a numb face, and for a moment she really didn't know how to react. Was he blatantly suggesting that she kill someone?

Fortunately, Sirius came back at this time, and behind him was a hideous-looking house elf who lowered his head and kept muttering.

Super soldiers have super hearing, and she can barely hear it saying all kinds of dirty words in the dead of night.

"A disgrace to the Black family...bringing outsiders home and dirtying the house...associating with mudbloods...if the lady knew about it, she would be angry..."

Fortunately, Sirius kicked the elf directly:

"Shut up, Kreacher!"

"Okay, Master."

The old elf trembled a few times on the side of the road and closed his mouth, but looking at the vicious eyes turning around, it was clear that the insults in his heart never stopped.

Hermione looked carefully.

The house elf had no clothes except a dirty rag around his waist. He seemed to have several times more skin than he actually needed, and the entire elf was as wrinkled as a Shar-Pei.

But the top of his head was bald, and a lot of white hair grew out of his two big bat-like ears. His eyes were protruding and bloodshot, and his fleshy nose was very big, almost like a pig's nose.

He answered Sirius in a voice as low as a bullfrog's cry, like someone trapped at the bottom of a well shouting upward.

Sirius took his elf to the roadside, flipped up his long hair, and smiled apologetically at the master and apprentice:

"I'll make you laugh. My elf is a freak who was brainwashed by my parents. He thinks about pure blood every day. His biggest wish is to be like his mother, and have his head chopped off by his master and mounted on a wooden board. , hang it in the stairwell of the old house."

For house elves, this is the highest honor, and they will ask their master for this honor when they are too old to walk.

Only loyal and smart elves can have such qualifications, which means that their souls will always serve their masters, and their heads will become their master's decoration. This is a unique British national condition.

"Sounds a little morbid."

Hermione felt more sympathetic towards the elf, and she couldn't help but say these words, while casting a sympathetic look at the old elf.

But Kreacher just glared at her fiercely and screamed: "Master Sirius, Kreacher is going back. The untouchables here will insult the honor of the Black family if they see me."

"Shut up! I said shut up! You scum of a Death Eater! The Black family has long been dead, how can there be any so-called glory?!" Sirius scolded Kreacher and gave him a few kicks. It was finally quiet.

Sirius felt that he had lost all face, and he was increasingly confused about what Professor Wilson wanted to see this crazy elf. He gasped for breath, and it took him a long time to calm down.

"Relax, Mr. Black." Su Ming knelt down and looked at the old house elf who was obviously still smelling sweet things in his heart with interest: "Although he is a pervert, I like his loyalty very much."

"Aren't all elves the same? He is extremely loyal. When I was young, he always followed my mother's orders to monitor me to prevent me from doing anything that would ruin the family tradition."

Sirius looked around, and fortunately there were no pedestrians here at night. He continued:

"But guess what? When they found out that my idiot brother had joined the Death Eaters, they were so happy that they held a banquet at home to celebrate. I just didn't agree with Voldemort's ideas, so they deleted me from the family tree and kicked me out of the house."

Su Ming just responded with a polite smile that was in line with social cognition: "The purpose of our visit today is also related to your brother. He may not be who you think."

"Regulus?" Sirius seemed troubled when he mentioned his brother's name, but then the trace of pain was replaced by disgust: "I knew he would die a long time ago. I haven't lived since I was kicked out of the house. I heard for a few years that he wanted to quit the Death Eaters. But it wasn't a rowing club where you could quit if you wanted to, and they killed him for it."

"This is the version you heard." Su Ming was still very calm. He stood up and said, "But just now I was communicating with my students. Have you ever thought about the relationship between the truth and public perception? Maybe your brother has been misunderstood just like you?"

Sirius was silent. If he was still young, he would definitely not believe this.

However, after he had been unjustly imprisoned for so many years, he was no longer as brainless as before. He really thought about the words of the person he met for the first time.

The main reason why it took him so long to return to the house was that he talked with Dumbledore and others. Old Deng and others were unwilling to let Professor Wilson join the Order of the Phoenix, but the principal told Sirius that this was a person he could trust.

"Really?"

After a long while, Sirius raised his head and looked at Su Ming, hoping to get a positive answer.

If he had the best relationship with anyone at home before, it was definitely not his sister, but his brother who was only one year younger than him. He was a gentle person who had never hurt anyone.

He only joined the Death Eaters because his parents and family wanted him to, nothing more.

Sirius' hatred for him was more about the inability to turn steel into steel than the hatred toward other Death Eaters. At this time, when he heard the news that he might be able to rehabilitate his brother, he couldn't help but feel moved.

"Kreacher is the one who witnessed everything. He not only knows where Regulus' body is, but also why he died."

Su Ming showed a sinister smile and stared at the shivering house elf.

Originally, this little thing was quite arrogant, but after strangulation was hidden, a face popped out from the host's shoulder, and after licking his fangs, he shrank behind Sirius' thighs.

"What?!" Sirius picked up Kreacher from behind his legs and led the two of them into a dark alley before smashing him against the wall: "What do you know?! Why don't you tell me? !!”

Kreacher shrank into a ball. He wanted to punish himself by banging his head against the wall, but Hermione cast a spell without a wand faster and stopped in place with her legs frozen.

Big tears slipped from his eyes: "You can't say it, Kreacher can't say it! Master Regulus told me not to tell anyone in the family about this! I am a bad elf! A bad elf! I didn't do it. It’s what the young master told me!”

"I said he is very loyal, and I like this kind of tough guy who knows nothing about anything." Su Ming smiled at Sirius and slowly twirled the soda bottle in his hand: "Next, you will use the name of the Black family head to order him to reveal the secret. What? Or let my students cast the Imperius Curse on him?"

Sirius showed a strange expression. He was startled just now when Hermione cast a spell without a wand. This was not at the level of a third grade girl.

Now even more so, how could she make Sirius calm down when she knew how to cast the Unforgivable Curse?

Looking at Hermione, she still had a reserved smile on her face. She usually practices on some creatures, right?

How can students be taught like this? Doesn't Dumbledore care?

Dark, too dark...

But when he thought that the darkness was on his side, Sirius had no objection. He squatted down and looked at the elf who hated him the most:

"As the heir of the Black family, I order you to tell everything about Regulus."