"It's ...... Regulus ...... Master Regulus's locket ......," Kreacher said with a shudder, the horror in his eyes as if to dispel the cloudy mist.

"Regulus?" Sirius frowned, and was about to question, but Kreacher's next move broke Sirius' train of thought.

"Master Regulus's locket!" Kreacher said in extreme horror, his thin body trembled even more, Van Lin was afraid that Kreacher would die of fright, and the violent rise and fall of his chest made people wonder if Kreacher's thin body would explode in the next second.

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

Then Kreacher let out a scream that frightened everyone, so loud that it shattered the glass on the table.

In the next second, Kreacher rushed to the wall next to him with extraordinary speed, and Van Lin, who was standing next to him, instinctively reacted and pounced to hold him down.

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

Destroying a Horcrux is simply impossible for a house-elf, who will use nothing but their own magic.

Hermione screamed as well, she wanted to come and help Van Lin, but she didn't know what to do.

For a moment, the cries and screams mingled, but Sirius's roar was louder than any of them.

"That's enough, Kreacher, I command you not to move!"

Anger echoed in the kitchen, and if it weren't for the enchantment of the house, Van Lin would not have had the slightest doubt that he would have summoned his Muggle neighbors next to him.

At Sirius's orders, Kreacher immediately stopped struggling, but his tears flowed down his dry cheeks and into his mouth, and Van Lin could clearly see Kreacher's black-gray teeth.

Kreacher was very old, reaching the limits of a house-elf life, and was still tormented by the spirits of Lady Black and Voldemort.

Sirius showed no mercy, though, and Kreacher's concealment angered him completely, especially when it came to Horcruxes.

At the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, there is actually a part of Voldemort's soul.

"Tell me everything you know, where did this locket come from, and what does my brother Regulus have to do with it?" Sirius roared loudly, "I command you, tell me, everything about this locket. ”

Sirius was furious that Slytherin's locket, such an important thing, had been placed in their family's treasure trove that had been useless for a long time.

Kreacher must have known that he had been in charge of cleaning, and it could be said that Kreacher knew every corner of the Black family.

It's impossible for this elf not to know what this represents, and the house-elves of all noble wizard families will memorize the family crest of all nobles, whether it's to remind the owner or whatever, it's a necessary skill.

And judging from Kreacher's abnormal behavior, Regulus's death is definitely inseparable from this matter, this is a Horcrux, Voldemort's most important thing, and now it was destroyed by Van Lin and placed on the kitchen table......

"Tell me, what did my brother do in the first place?" Sirius fumed as he pulled Kreacher up from the ground.

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

It seemed to loosen up a little, and then Sirius threw Kreacher to the ground, which looked like a filthy rag, and in the eyes of many nobles, the house-elf was only for that, to clean ......

Kreacher sat up a little staggered, curled up in a ball, and buried his bloodied head in his skinny bones-only knees.

When Kreacher spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been destroyed, but no one interrupted Kreacher, and the silence around him was terrible, no discussion or questioning, like a cage, and Kreacher was the only one who was locked up.

"That was fifteen years ago, and unlike the runaway, unruly, and absurd, and heartbroken young master Sirius, who was very self-respecting, he knew what the surname Blake and his pure blood meant. For many years, Master Regulus often spoke of the Dark Lord at home, saying that the Dark Lord wanted all wizards to stop hiding and instead come out and rule over Muggles and their descendants. 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 impatiently, "typical Death Eater, that idiot never understood what he was doing. ”

"Master Regulus knows!" Kreacher argued, as if he had exhausted all his strength to refute his current master, whom he still looked down upon.

Perhaps in Kreacher's mind, Regulus is his true master, the only heir to the Black family.

It's hard to imagine how Regulus treated Kreacher to make a cowardly elf rebel against his current master.

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

"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 mercilessly, the veins on his forehead bulging one by one, clearly angry at the statement. The last time Sirius looked so angry 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...... He said......"

"What did he say?" Sirius asked immediately, and everyone immediately looked at the old house-elf.

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

"Servants? Doesn't he have a lot of servants?"

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

"So, you were chosen, or did Regulus give you to the Dark Lord?" said Van Lin patiently.

Even though Kreacher was trembling, he straightened up......