On the second floor of the renovated Black House, the dilapidated living room reveals the old days of the past under the reflection of the rising sun.

Finely shredded dust, flipped and shone in the pillars of light projected through the window, and there was a faint musty smell in the air, as if to reject everyone who came here.

A house that has been uninhabited for a long time is a place where all the past is buried, and even if you struggle to dig out the accumulated white bones in it, it will bring people nothing more than a heavy weight from many years ago.

At this moment, the heavy white bones dug up by Maca were accumulating uselessly in Sirius's heart.

"Voldemort was a very conceited wizard, and his ego came from strength...... Of course, it may also be due to his nature......"

"In short, he didn't tell anyone else about everything he did at the time - it was a matter of course, because he wanted to gain the ability to 'not die.'"

"It's a dark magic, quite evil, from antiquity...... Well, maybe even earlier! I can't say much about this black magic for a while, but what I want to say is that he needs to hide something for the sake of this black magic - in a few places that no one else knows. ”

"And one of those places was the one he took Kreacher to - he needed to find a 'worthless' creature to test the perfection of the magic mechanism he had left behind."

"Hmph, worthless creatures......" Sirius snorted, "So, why is this worthless creature still here?" ”

"Of course, of course......," Maca turned her head to look at Kreacher, who was silent, "and it was because he was 'worthless' that Voldemort ignored the very simple fact that the magic of house-elves is decisively different from that of wizards. ”

At this point, Maca smiled as if she had thought of something funny, "If Voldemort had brought an ordinary wizard as a testing tool, you might not have heard the story by now - Kreacher escaped and used a simple 'apparition'. ”

When she said the word "simple", the corners of Maca's mouth twitched.

"You're saying that there's magic in that place that prohibits apparitions?" Sirius sneered, "This is really 'very Voldemort', he is like most pure-blood wizards, conceited and arrogant, even the wizarding community has to be divided into three, six, nine, etc., let alone house-elves......"

"Yes, that's right." "So Kreacher is back at home, back here......" as he spoke, he changed the subject again, "By the way, Sirius...... I don't know if you're interested in finding out, why did Kreacher come back? ”

"Isn't it to escape? What's so strange about this—"

Sirius was stunned and looked at Kreacher with a frown, but Kreacher still had his eyes closed as if it were a small statue.

"Looks like you've noticed, how could a house-elf 'run for their lives'?" Maka said, "The reason Kreacher is back—"

"You don't have to say it." Sirius suddenly became agitated, "Is that what you want to tell me?" Regulus' relationship with a house-elf? ”

"Of course it's more than that," Maca said, turning her head to look at him, "To be honest, your brother's magical talent may not be very strong, but his pursuit of magic is down-to-earth and persistent. ”

"What do you mean?" Sirius wondered.

Pointing to the name at the bottom of the tapestry, Maca said word by word:

"That 'stupid brother' you speak of, Regulus Artuklus Black, is probably the first wizard in the world to discover the mystery of Voldemort's immortality......" Marka repeated in an accentuated tone, "the first! ”

Sirius tilted his head and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar name that Maca was referring to, and the annoyance in his heart grew stronger.

"So what," Sirius roared with an angry wave of his hand, "Regulus was a cowardly and unassertive little guy who only gave in to his parents and family since he was a child......

“…… He discovers Voldemort's secret and is then killed, which is a ridiculous ending...... Hum...... Pretty much in line with his weak and useless character, doesn't it? ”

As he spoke, Sirius suddenly clenched his right hand and slammed his fist into the name of the tapestry. Under this punch, the dust on the tapestry fell and scattered in the morning sun.

"Yes! Killed by Lord Voldemort...... The same can be said for the results. Maca nodded in agreement, but continued, "But...... As far as the process is concerned, his death deserves to be remembered by all. ”

"What?" Sirius turned his head suddenly, his eyes bloodshot.

"Regulus asked Kreacher to take him there, and then swapped out the item - with an identical fake—"

"And then?" Sirius seemed to understand something, and he gripped Maca's arm tightly, almost roaring.

"And then?" Maka let Sirius grab her arm and shrugged, "Of course I ordered Kreacher to come back!" It's like ordering Kreacher to come back - you know, house-elves can't resist their master's orders. ”

Under Sirius' gaze, Maca said calmly, "As for your brother, he can't escape—Voldemort's legacy of magic is not something that an ordinary wizard can escape." ”

Sirius was silent, and his hand holding Maca gradually loosened, and the hand that trembled slightly, I don't know if it was due to the spasm caused by excessive exertion, or for some other reason......

Maca pulled her arm out, rubbed her teeth and rubbed it, then turned her gaze to the tapestry; Sirius hung his head, his long, messy hair obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

At this moment, Sirius's appearance was strikingly similar to Kreacher's standing behind.

After a long time, Sirius suddenly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Where is that place?" ”

"And voila! That's one of the reasons I'm hiding it from you," Maca didn't look at him, just said calmly, "what do you want?" Do you want to get your brother's bones back? Or do you want to get back what your brother left for Voldemort? ”

"I can't leave my brother in that kind of hell place!" Sirius roared.

"It's pointless." "Do you think Regulus ordered Kreacher to keep this secret all the time, and why did he order Kreacher not to let anyone in the Black family know?" ”

"I don't care about that!" Sirius said frantically, "Isn't that dangerous? When did my Sirius ever fear danger? I-"

"Don't you understand?" Maca tugged Sirius by the collar and stared into his eyes, "Your brother is scared!" He's afraid that this will be known to you, a stupid brother! ”

"At this point, we don't know if Regulus had anything else in mind when he joined the Death Eaters. Maybe he's doing it for the pride of being a pure-blood, or maybe he's doing it for some other reason......" Maka said thoughtfully, "but at least, his last order must have been made for you, the brother." ”

"He knows you're impulsive, reckless, brainless, and can go to great lengths for a thought. Once you know about it, you'll definitely go! ”

"But...... What's the use of you going? Maca said unceremoniously, "You can only do bad things!" This matter, only if Voldemort does not know about it, can it be most effective at a critical moment. ”

“…… Sirius, you, got it? ”

With that, Maca let go of Sirius' collar and tidied it up for him, before heading for the door.

At this time, in this dilapidated living room, only two lonely figures remained, one large and one small. They each stood still, letting their hearts grow heavier and heavier.

This is a silent confession from a younger brother to an older brother more than ten years apart!

Maca was right, Regulus's thoughts had long since been buried in the dust of history, and all that remained was a few words that could be gained from unfounded speculation.

But even if it is just a guess, it is a speculation that touches the truth, a speculation that gives new meaning to the words left behind by the deceased.

For the deceased, this speculation may be just a "lie" full of mistakes; But for the living, this "lie" represents "hope".

It has been said that in this world, there are only two professions that can give meaning to the past of the deceased – and that is the detective and the liar.

Only detectives can dig them out of the grave and sort them out into the "truth"; Only liars can make them twist and distort in the grave and turn them into "lies".

And Maca is a great writer through and through...... Ah no, I mean...... "big liar".

At the end of the living room, the bright morning sun brings a touch of warmth to the interior.

"Regulus......" Sirius said weakly, stroking the name on the tapestry, "you are stupid...... You're really ...... Stupid ......"

Behind him, the house-elf Kreacher fell to his knees on the dusty carpet, tears streaming down his closed eyes.

He kept banging his head against the carpet, "bang, bang", and raised a fine cloud of dust.

Looking out the window, the sun had unconsciously climbed into the air, radiating its light and heat wantonly, but it could not dispel the gloom in the hearts of these two completely different creatures, one large and one small.