Perhaps to make the story more complete, or perhaps to take the opportunity to scold Sirius, Kreacher’s story began a long, long time ago.
"The eldest young master who brought shame to the mistress left, and everyone was happy, because he was a bad boy who always made the mistress angry. The young master Regulus was different. He was well-educated and knew what the bloodline and form of the Black family represented, and it was always pure."
Sirius frowned, resisted the urge to interrupt Kreacher, and continued to listen.
"In order to make wizards no longer hide and restore the glory of the pure-blood family, he joined the Dark Lord’s organization at the age of sixteen. He was so proud and proud. The mistress was also proud of him. Everything was great…"
"Speak to the point!" Sirius finally couldn’t help it and roared angrily:
"Tell me, what did the Dark Lord ask you to do!"
Kreacher’s sobbing became louder, but he couldn’t disobey Sirius’s orders and could only do what the other party asked.
"One year after the young master joined the Death Eaters, one day he suddenly found Kreacher and said that the Dark Lord needed an elf."
"So he handed you over to Voldemort?"
"Yes, yes."
Sirius flashed a hint of disgust in his eyes.
Voldemort took Kreacher to a cave. The lake was full of infernal corpses and the lake water was also cast with magic. He could only take a small boat to the center of the lake.
Under Voldemort’s coercion, Kreacher drank the potion. After making sure his trap was set properly, he placed a locket inside and added more potion.
"So, you became like this now?"
Sirius frowned and asked: "What about Regulus, did he get a lot of rewards from Voldemort?"
"The young master didn’t!" Kreacher screamed: "The young master has changed since then, worried, he took me to the cave again, and then… then…"
Kreacher couldn’t stop crying: "The young master drank the potion and gave me the locket. He ordered not to tell anyone about this, including the mistress, and also asked me to destroy the box."
"But Kreacher can’t do it! Kreacher tried, but couldn’t hurt the box!"
"Woo woo woo, I disobeyed the master’s order! I disobeyed the master’s order!"
Kreacher began to self-harm crazily, but Sirius had no intention of stopping him.
After listening to what Kreacher said, his face turned extremely pale and he staggered back two steps.
Lupin pursed his lips. He had heard Sirius mention his brother many times.
In his impression, Regulus was no different from other Death Eaters. They were all crazy people who chased Voldemort and advocated pure blood.
But now he realized how ridiculous he was wrong.
"He is a true Slytherin with his own firmness."Persistence and pursuit of glory" Lupin said in a deep voice: "Sirius, you have a good brother."
Suddenly, Sirius got up like crazy and kicked Kreacher hard.
"You are lying to me, right! Why did Regulus drink the potion!" He roared like a beast: "Why not you! You have already drunk the potion once, and you are not dead!"
"Why don’t you drink it again!"
Kreacher’s crying became louder, "I, I didn’t lie to the prodigal son, it was the master’s order, Kreacher could not disobey the master’s order."
Seeing that Sirius was going to beat Kreacher, Wayne finally spoke.
"Okay, this is Regulus’s own choice. Kreacher is just an elf and has no ability to stop it."
"Perhaps, he thinks that only by his death can he keep this secret forever and prevent Voldemort from finding it. ”
“Why did he drink the potion himself and why didn’t he tell me. "
Sirius covered his face in pain, tears slowly flowed down his palms, and he sobbed intermittently, "What on earth have I done…"
Pain, regret, guilt.
Various emotions hit his mind crazily, making him cry.
Sirius found that he had never really understood Regulus, and had misunderstood him for more than ten years. Even just now, he thought that Regulus sent Kreacher to Voldemort to please him.
Recalling his attitude towards Regulus in the past and evaluating him as a weak fool, Sirius was heartbroken and even wished that he was the one who died at that time.
Wayne was also quite emotional.
The Hogwarts sorting system may no longer be suitable for this era.
At the beginning, the four founders wanted to recruit students they admired, so they decided to Request.
However, as time went by, a certain trait of the founders left a deeper and deeper mark in their respective colleges, so that now, people only see these qualities and ignore other shining points in the students.
Regulus is such a person. He pursues the pride of pure blood, but he is still kind in his heart.
At the same time, he has wisdom beyond ordinary people. He joined the game and exchanged his life for a Horcrux of Voldemort.
Although he didn’t know that Kreacher couldn’t destroy the Horcrux due to the limitation of knowledge, this was the greatest resistance he could do.
Honor, kindness, intelligence, and courage.
The four qualities most admired by the founders all shined in him.
But it was because of the inherent impression of Slytherin College that Sirius had always misunderstood his brother.
"Kreacher." Wayne suddenly whispered: "Take out the locket that Regulus gave you. ”
“I can help you fulfill his wish, destroy the locket, and take him home.”
Go home…
Two simple words, but they touched Sirius’s fragile nerves.
"Go home! I want to bring back the hero of the Black family!" Sirius shook his head fiercely: "Kreacher!"
"Yes, Master!" Kreacher’s hunched back suddenly became straight.
"Wait, let me see the locket first." Wayne stopped the two guys who were excited.
"Wayne, something that Voldemort attaches so much importance to must be very important to him, and perhaps very dangerous." Sirius said solemnly: "I suggest that it is better to hand it over to Dumbledore."
"Did Harry tell you?" Wayne asked.
"What?"
"In the first grade, I beat Voldemort like a dog."
"In the second grade, I beat Voldemort like a dog again."
"In the third grade, I…"
"Ahem!" Lupin coughed heavily: "I declare in advance that I have nothing to do with Voldemort."
"Of course I know." Wayne waved his hand: "I just want to say that when it comes to dealing with Voldemort, I am a professional, and the headmaster is not as professional as me."
"Hurry up and show me the locket, Kreacher, you didn’t lose it, did you?"
"Kreacher didn’t!"
Kreacher screamed, and then disappeared. When he appeared, he was holding a golden locket in his hand. The small box had delicate patterns and the name of Salazar Slytherin.
When Wayne reached out, Kreacher found that he could not move, and watched the locket float to the boy’s hand.
He wanted to scream, but Wayne’s next words interrupted him.
"Okay, let’s go pick up Regulus and take him home."
Sirius shook his head helplessly. At this point, he would not argue with Wayne.
Just decided to find Dumbledore and tell him what happened when he came back.
"I’ll go with you." Lupin said.
He now has the same respect for Regulus and wants to contribute his own strength.
"Didn’t you hear Kreacher say just now? That boat can only carry one person. Kreacher and I can go there, and you two can stay at home." Sirius didn’t even plan to take Wayne with him.
Wayne sneered: "Sirius, do you think you have the ability to deal with Voldemort’s trap?"
"If you were not Regulus’s brother, Kreacher and I would be enough."
"I…" Sirius was speechless.
The opponent’s shadow magic could make him doubt his life, and he really couldn’t refute it.
After a dispute, Sirius finally compromised and agreed to go with Wayne.
…….
The blue sea was turbulent, and the air around was filled with salty taste.
On a huge reef, there was a crackling explosion. Kreacher appeared first, followed by Wayne and Sirius..
"Kreacher, you lead the way."
"Yes, Master."
Kreacher rarely treated Sirius well. The three of them walked on the edge of the rock, approaching the cliff behind them. The sea water washed the surface of the reef very smooth, and they moved very slowly.
Sirius was still telling Wayne: "I know you are very powerful, but Voldemort is very vicious. You just heard about those traps. You must be careful and stay alert."
"I understand. You should take care of yourself first." Wayne reached out and pulled Sirius, who was slipping, and his old face turned red.
It took them a quarter of an hour to finally come to the bottom of the cliff and enter a cave. It was noon, and the tide was low, so they didn’t need to swim in, but walked smoothly to a smooth rock wall.
Kreacher pointed at the thick rock wall excitedly: "It’s here, the master is inside."
"Is this place sealed?" Sirius frowned, "Is there any other way?"
"It’s the magic of the Dark Lord!" Kreacher screamed, then took out the table knife in his pocket, cut his arm hard, and blood dripped onto a stone.
Strangely, the blood did not slide down the stone, but was strangely absorbed.
"Very standard Voldemort magic."
Wayne commented: "He wants to use this method to weaken those who want to break in."
In fact, there are all kinds of magical animal blood in his suitcase, and there are several barrels of dragon blood. Anything taken out can meet the requirements.
But Wayne thinks that it is also good to let Kreacher, the "loyal servant", have a sense of participation.
Finally, the stone seemed to be fed, and suddenly collapsed to both sides, revealing a doorway, and there was endless darkness inside.
"Heal quickly!" Wayne pointed at Kreacher’s arm, and the wound healed immediately.
"Thank you, honorable young master." Kreacher bowed respectfully.
"No thanks." Wayne waved his hand and walked in first.
Sirius lit up his wand, and when he saw the scene inside clearly, he took a breath.
In front of them was a strange scene. The place they entered was the shore of a large black lake. The lake was endless, far exceeding the limit that this cliff could accommodate. Looking up, you couldn’t see the top of the cave at all.
There was no light source here, only a hazy, green light flickering in the middle of the lake.
"Kreacher, where is Regulus?" Sirius asked anxiously.
Kreacher’s eyes were red again: "Little, little master drank the potion, so many Inferi, so many Inferi dragged him to the bottom of the lake…"
"Damn it!" Sirius hammered the wall angrily and shouted: "Then how did you get rid of it, how did you get out!"
Kreacher covered his face in pain: "Because the master ordered Kreacher to go home… Kreacher didn’t know how to go back’s. ‘
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Vien tutted.
Everything is the master’s task.
"What should we do now? Are we going to the bottom of the lake to find Regulus?" Sirius said irritably.
Vien slapped him on the back of his head in annoyance: "Can you use your poor brain? Is this a normal lake?"
"This is a conversion array that can transform corpses into Inferi. Soak for a few minutes and you can accompany your brother forever at the bottom of the lake."
"I understand!"
Sirius suddenly shouted, and then raised his wand: "Regulus is flying!"
With a loud bang like an explosion, a white big guy jumped up from the dark lake surface dozens of feet away, and the lake water was rippled, and one Inferi after another emerged from the water.
"Repel quickly! "Sirius was startled by the noise he made, but he quickly reacted and started to fight back.
"All petrified! Obstacles everywhere! Fainted!"
Several ropes sprang out from the ground and tied up the Inferi. Some of them fell down, and some were knocked back into the lake.
Sirius didn’t dare to use a more destructive spell, as he was afraid that he would hurt Regulus’ body.
Wayne sighed, stretched out his palm, and a powerful shock wave burst out, shaking all the Inferi that climbed ashore back to the bottom of the lake.
He couldn’t expect Gryffindor to use his brain at the critical moment.
Well, this sentence also includes Hermione, Hermione’s mentality was too bad. She became flustered when something happened, and her usual cleverness disappeared.
Of course, this also included Dumbledore. Dumbledore lost his mind when he saw the Resurrection Stone, and was directly trapped by Voldemort.
Seeing Wayne clear the scene instantly with a magic, Sirius remembered to ask for help and begged:
"Wayne, help me, help me find Regulus’s body, I will give you everything you want, all the money and treasures of the Black family are yours."
"No need." Wayne shook his head: "Making money is just my hobby, not my profession."
"Besides, isn’t the Slytherin locket my reward? ”
An unknown hero can always move people. He is not a cold-blooded creature who only cares about interests.
Otherwise, he can find the locket by just walking around the Black ancestral home. Why bother?
“Thank you, Wayne.” Sirius looked at the boy gratefully, and then asked, “What are you going to do? What do you need me to do?”
The boy rolled up his sleeves and moved his palms.
“You don’t have to do anything. You just need to identify which corpse is Regulus.”
He grinned, “This is by the sea, my home court.”
Just when Sirius was a little confused and didn’t understand what Wayne meant by this sentence, a rumbling sound came from the entrance of the cave.
He turned back subconsciously,He saw a scene that he would never forget! .
