HP Magic Biography

"This is... Regulus... Master Regulus's locket..." Kreacher tremblingly said, the panic in his eyes seemed to disperse the muddy fog.

"Regulus?" Sirius frowned, he was about to question, but Kreacher's next move broke Sirius's thinking.

"Master Regulus' locket!" Kreacher said in horror. His skinny body trembled even more. Fanlin was afraid that Kreacher would die because of the panic. The violent ups and downs of his chest made Kreacher suspect for a time. Will the thin body explode in the next second?

"Kreacher... Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to carry out the orders of the young master!"

Then Kreacher let out a scream that made everyone feel terrified, so loud that it even shattered the glass on the table.

The next second, Kreacher rushed towards the wall next to him at an extraordinary speed. Fanlin, who was standing next to him, reacted instinctively and rushed to suppress him.

Kreacher was still resisting, looking like he had lost his mind, crying and screaming constantly in his mouth, as if he had made some unforgivable mistake.

Destroying a Horcrux is simply impossible for a house-elf, they can use nothing except their own magic power.

Hermione also screamed. She wanted to come and help Fanlin, but she didn't know what to do.

All of a sudden, the cries and screams mixed together, but Sirius's roar was louder than any of them.

"Enough, Kreacher, I order you not to move!"

Anger reverberated in the kitchen, and if the house hadn't been enchanted, Fanlin would have no doubt that he would summon the Muggle neighbor next to him.

Under Sirius's order, Kreacher immediately stopped struggling, but his tears flowed down his dry cheeks into his mouth, and Fanlin could clearly see Kreacher's dark gray teeth.

Kreacher was very old, reaching the limit of life as a house elf, and was tortured by the spirits of Mrs. Black and Voldemort.

But Sirius didn't mean the slightest pity, Kreacher's concealment completely offended him, especially with regard to the Horcrux.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix actually contained a part of Voldemort's soul.

"Tell everything you know. Where did this locket come from? What does my brother Regulus have to do with it?" Sirius roared loudly, "I order you, tell me, about this Say everything about the locket."

Sirius was very angry, and Slytherin's locket, such an important thing, was placed in the treasure house that had been useless for a long time.

Kreacher must know that he has been responsible for cleaning. It can be said that Kreacher knows every corner of the Black family.

It's impossible for this little elf to know what it means. All the house elves of the noble wizard family will remember all the family crests of the nobles, whether it is to remind the owner or whatever, this is a necessary skill.

From the perspective of Kreacher’s abnormal performance, Regulus’s death is absolutely inseparable from this matter. This is the Horcrux, Voldemort’s most important thing. It was now destroyed by Fanlin and placed in the kitchen. On the table...

"Quickly, what did my brother do?" Sirius furiously pulled Kreacher from the ground.

"Don't, Sirius, don't..." Hermione said tremblingly, "Don't hurt..."

It seemed to be a little loose, and then Sirius threw Kreacher to the ground. It looked like he was throwing a dirty rag. In the eyes of many nobles, the role of house elves was only that, cleaning...

Kreacher sat up a little dumbly, curled up in a ball, and buried his blood-stained head in his skinny knee with only bone sticks.

When Kreacher spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been ruined, but no one interrupted Kreacher, the surroundings were terribly quiet, there was no discussion or doubt, just like a cage, but closed Yes, Kreacher is the only one.

"That was fifteen years ago. It's different from Master Sirius who ran away from home, was unruly and ridiculous, and broke the heart of the hostess. Master Regulus is very self-respectful. He knows the last name of Black. What does his pure blood mean. For many years, Master Regulus often talked about the Dark Lord at home, saying that the Dark Lord wanted all wizards to stop hiding, but to stand up and rule Muggles and Muggle offspring." Kreacher sobbed. "When Master Regulus was sixteen, he joined the organization of the Dark Lord..."

"Become a Death Eater, and be proud of it!" Sirius said impatiently, "A typical Death Eater, that idiot never understood what he was doing."

"Master Regulus knows!" Kreacher argued hard~www.readwn.com~ seemed to have exhausted all his strength to refute his current master who still looks down upon him.

Perhaps in Kreacher's heart, Regulus was his real master, the only heir to the Black family.

It is hard to imagine how Regulus treated Kreacher, allowing a cowardly elf to resist his current master.

"He was so proud, so proud, so happy, because he could play for..."

"Just to talk about it, Kreacher, I don't want to hear how my idiot brother feels after becoming a Death Eater!" Sirius interrupted mercilessly, and the veins on his forehead burst out, obviously for this. Feeling angry with words. The last time Sirius looked so angry was when he faced Peter Pettigrew.

Kreacher glanced at Sirius in fear, his head shaking faster, he said intermittently, "One or a year later, one day, Master Regulus came to visit Kreacher in the kitchen. Master Regulus. Always liked Kreacher, he said...he said..."

"What did he say?" Sirius asked immediately, and immediately everyone was watching the elderly house elf.

"He said, Master Regulus said that the Dark Lord needs servants..."

"Servants? Doesn't he have many servants?"

"No... I don't know..." Kreacher shook his head tremblingly. "That's what Master Regulus told me. He said he needs my help, so..."

"So, you were selected, or that Regulus contributed you to the Dark Lord?" Fanlin said patiently.

Although Kreacher trembled, he straightened up...

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