"Master Regulus ordered Kreacher to leave him alone. No matter what happened to him, Kreacher couldn't interfere. ”

Kreacher's voice was sharp and distorted, and he sobbed, and said in a staccato tone of grief, "He, he told Kreacher to go home, and not to tell the mistress what he had done, but he had to destroy the locket. Then, he was "

Everyone looked at Kreacher and waited for him to continue, even Aven.

Although he had known for a long time that Regulus had drunk the potions at the end and died in that cave, it was a different feeling to hear the house-elves recount the scene now.

Ai Wen seemed to be able to see that in the dark cave surrounded by corpses, the young man who looked like Sirius looked at the potion in the stone altar hesitantly, and his heart was constantly struggling.

He knew what he was going to do next, and he knew the consequences of doing it, if Voldemort found out, the Black family would be wiped out, but he had to do it, even if it was death.

Because of the pure-blood theory, Regulus was one of the first to support Voldemort. Black, an ancient, noble wizard surname, gave him the privilege of becoming a Death Eater at the age of sixteen, and like other evil Death Eaters, he took pride in serving the Dark Lord.

However, this boy was different from all Death Eaters.

When Voldemort gradually reveals his true colors, when he discovers that Voldemort is not promoting pure wizarding blood, but wants to use brutal methods to dominate others, when Voldemort tries to kill the innocent Kreacher.

Regulus finally recognized the difference between the real, brutal world and his imagination.

The young man's enthusiasm finally cooled, and the beautiful dream was shattered in an instant.

From that moment on, although he was still a Death Eater, his innate sense of justice had led him to distance himself from Voldemort.

Even in the end, he would rather fight with his life to expose Voldemort's despicable lies.

Needless to say, Regulus was smart, and if Evan remembered correctly, he was the first to discover that Voldemort was making Horcruxes, before Dumbledore, and he didn't get any help other than Klee's vague narrative, relying entirely on his own efforts to get the matter into perspective.

At the same time, he is also brave.

When he knew Voldemort's true face and made up his mind to fight against Voldemort, it was the darkest time for the Dark Lord and the entire wizarding world.

In the face of such a powerful and evil Voldemort, except for an elderly house-elf, Regulus did not even have a decent helper by his side. In this case, he still chooses to destroy the myth of the Dark Lord's immortality with his own life.

Needless to say, he is also kind.

From Kreacher's words, it is clear that Regulus is very friendly to house-elves, unlike all wizards.

Until the very last moment, he did not sacrifice Kreacher's thoughts.

While worshipping the Dark Lord as the most fervent Death Eater, he didn't take the elf's death for granted, choosing to drink the deadly potions himself and tell Kreacher to go home, his last order before he died.

He would rather die in obscurity than involve his family.

He's using his own methods to protect Kreacher and protect the Black family.

Evan suddenly found that the members of the Black family seemed to have an innate attachment in their blood.

This is probably the most distinctive quality of this oldest and most noble pure-blood wizard family.

Under the influence of this obsession, Sirius would rather give up everything and use it to chase freedom.

His cousin Andomeda Tonks used it to follow love, ignoring worldly eyes and eventually marrying a Muggle.

Voldemort's most fanatical Death Eater, Bellatrix used it to gain power and power, becoming the most dangerous and brutal of Voldemort's followers.

Lucius Malfoy's wife, Narcissa, used it to protect her family, and in the final battle, she would rather betray Voldemort for Draco's sake, and take great risks to help Harry hide the news that he was still alive, which became a crucial part of the final battle.

As for Regulus Black, he used this persistence in his blood to protect the entire family.

He chose to give silently, and no one even knew what he was doing except a house-elf, and no one knew that his mind had shifted.

Sirius was under the impression that his stupid younger brother had become a Death Eater because of his worship of Voldemort and his maintenance of the pure-blood theory.

In his opinion, Regulus didn't even know what this identity meant.

Then, because of cowardice and cowardice, he died without even a body, which is a great irony.

However, this is not the case at all.

He, like Sirius, is no less a hero, an obscure hero.

He was different from Sirius, his hidden attachment and rebellion buried in his bones did not explode until the last moments of his life.

Growing up under the light of Sirius and under the protection of his mother, Regulus accepted the family's arrangement and took on a fate that should not have been borne by him when his brother fled the family in search of freedom.

He wants to protect the Black family, protect this pure wizard bloodline that has been passed down for thousands of years, and regain its former glory.

However, the unique qualities in the blood of the Black family made his final death inevitable, and everything was determined from the beginning.

Although the methods and processes are different, the final outcome is inevitable.

Standing in the dimly lit basement and looking at the decorations of the Black family full of historical traces around him, Evan had a feeling in a trance.

It dawned on him that perhaps this was the power of inheritance.

The experiences of the two brothers, Sirius and Regulus, gave Evan a deeper understanding and awareness of the ancient surname Blake.

"And then, Master Regulus will be," Kreacher sobbed.

"And then what happened, what did Regulus do?" Sirius asked aloud.

"Then he drank the potion, and Klee cut off the locket and watched as Master Regulus was dragged underwater by the hands of the dead."

"Oh, Kreacher!" Hermione's eyes were red and she couldn't help but cry.

She knelt beside the elf and reached out to hug him.

The house-elf immediately stood up and ducked straight back, with obvious disgust.

"The mudblood touched Kreacher, Kreacher didn't allow it, what would the mistress say?"

"As I said, you won't call them mudbloods again!" Sirius roared, but his voice was weaker than ever.

It wasn't until this moment that he knew how his brother had died.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, and as Hermione cried, his tears flowed uncontrollably, but he didn't want to be seen by the others. (To be continued.) )