"Tell me, what did my brother do in the first place?"

Sirius threw Kreacher to the ground as if he were throwing a dirty rag.

Kreacher sat up, curled up in a ball, his damp face tucked between his knees, and began to rock back and forth. When he spoke, his voice was low and muffled, but he could hear it fairly clearly in the quiet, echoing kitchen.

"That was fifteen years ago, and unlike the runaway, unruly, and heartbroken Mistress Sirius, Young Master Regulus had self-esteem, and he knew what the surname Black and his pure blood meant. For many years, he often spoke of the Dark Lord, who wanted wizards to come out and rule over Muggles and their descendants instead of hiding. Kreacher sobbed, "When Master Regulus was sixteen years old, he joined the Dark Lord's organization."

"Be a Death Eater and be proud of it!" Sirius said disdainfully, "Hmph, a lot like that fool, he doesn't know what he's doing. ”

"Master Regulus knows!" argued Kreacher, "he was so proud, so proud, so happy, because he was able to serve"

"To get to the point, Kreacher, I don't want to hear how my idiot brother feels when he becomes a Death Eater!" Sirius interrupted rudely, the veins on his forehead bulging one by one.

The last time he looked like this was when he faced Peter Pettigrew.

Kreacher glanced at Sirius in fear, his head shaking faster, and he said intermittently, "One day after a year, Master Regulus came to visit Kreacher in the kitchen. Young Master Regulus had always been fond of Kreacher, and he said that he said"

"What did he say?" everyone was looking at the old house-elf.

He said that the Dark Lord needed a house-elf. ”

"Voldemort needs a house-elf?" Sirius repeated, and Harry and Hermione looked equally confused, which sounded ridiculous.

How could the mighty Voldemort need a house-elf, no one understood, only Evan alone knew what was going on.

"Oh, yes!" Kreacher said bitterly, "it is an honor for Young Master Regulus to contribute Kreacher, and it is an honor for him and Kreacher as Young Master Regulus has said. Kreacher had to do everything the Dark Lord told him to do, and then go back and go home. ”

Kreacher shook faster, and even his breathing turned into sobbing.

So Kreacher went to the Dark Lord, who did not tell Kreacher what to do, but took Kreacher to a cave by the sea. It was a big cave, and there was a big black lake in the cave."

Sirius didn't speak, and Aven, Harry, and Hermione listened to Kreacher's account with bated breath.

In the gloomy basement, Kreacher's hoarse voice was particularly terrifying, as if coming from the black water, making the hairs on his body stand on end uncontrollably.

"There is a boat next to the great lake, and the lake is full of corpses, and on the island in the middle of the lake there is a stone and stone basin, which is full of potions, and the black and dark lord tells Kreacher to drink it" Kreacher's voice trembled, "Kreacher drank it, and when he drank it, he saw a lot of terrible sights, Kreacher's internal organs were on fire, Kreacher called Master Regulus to save him, and called the name of the hostess, but the Dark Lord just laughed, and he forced Kreacher to drink all the potion. He threw a locket into the empty basin and filled it with potions. ”

"And then?"

"Then, the Dark Lord got on board and left, leaving Kreacher on the island"

Evan seemed to be able to see the scene, seeing Voldemort's pale snake face disappear into the darkness, red eyes staring coldly at the elf rolling on the ground in pain.

He probably thought that the elf would die in a few minutes, when he couldn't resist the extreme thirst caused by the potion heartburn.

However, Kreacher escaped, and Evan didn't know how he did it.

"Kreacher remembered the situation, Kreacher needed water, he climbed to the edge of the island, went to drink the water of the black lake Many hands, dead man's hands, stretched out of the water and dragged Kreacher down"

"How did you escape?" Sirius asked in a low voice, rarely speaking out loud to him,

Lifting his ugly head and looking at Sirius with large, bloodshot eyes, Kreacher replied, "Master Regulus said he wanted Kreacher to come home. ”

"But?!" no one knew how Kreacher had returned, and there was no way Voldemort had let him out alive.

"Master Regulus has said that he wants Kreacher to come home. Kreacher repeated.

"I know, I mean how you got rid of those"

"It's clear that he's apparitioned, and that house-elf magic is different from wizard magic, and Voldemort probably overlooked that. "Or rather, he never realized that, judging by what he had done in the past, he was dismissive of the actions of house-elves, and he didn't want to know about them at all." ”

"Master Regulus has said that he wants Kreacher to come home. The house-elf repeated it again, saying in a singing-like tone, "The supreme law of house-elves is the master's orders, and Kreacher is a well-behaved house-elf, and the master tells Kreacher to go home, and Kreacher goes home."

"And what happened when you came back?" Sirius continued, "what did Regulus say when you told him about it?"

"Young Master Regulus is very worried, very worried. Kreacher hissed, "Regulus told Kreacher to hide and not leave the house." Then, after a while, one night, Master Regulus came to the cupboard and found Kreacher. Young Master Regulus looked strange, not like usual, Kreacher could see that his heart was very confused, and the young master asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, which was the same cave where Kreacher and the Dark Lord had been."

As Evan could imagine, at Regulus's behest, they set off, and a terrified, aging elf with an eighteen-year-old boy who looked very much like Sirius, arrived at the place where Voldemort hid the Horcruxes.

Kreacher had been there, and he knew how to get in.

"Regulus?!" Sirius asked coldly with a hint of disgust in his voice, "He made you drink those potions again?"

Kreacher shook his head and wept bitterly.

Everyone looked at him in amazement, and if Kreacher hadn't drunk the potion, they could have guessed what had happened next.

"Master Ray and Regulus took out a locket from his pocket, the same as the Dark Lord's. Kreacher looked at the locket in his hand, tears streaming down the sides of his long nose, "He told Kreacher to take it, and when the stone basin was dry, replace the locket

Kreacher's sobs grew thick and harsh, and Evan had to concentrate on what he was going to say next. (To be continued.) )