"Mudblood......

"As I said, you're not allowed to use insulting language against them. Sirius sat down a little weakly, and he raised his hand to grasp the locket in his hand, but the next second, his hand was lowered.

He looked at Kreacher, the house-elf's expression of disgust hadn't faded, and Sirius's anger had risen again.

"You're ...... You let Regulus die there," Sirius' angry voice echoed throughout the kitchen.

"No, Sirius, don't ......" but before Hermione could finish her words, Kreacher's body had already reacted.

In the next second, Kreacher's body appeared next to the wall, and the huge head slammed into the wall on the side, using all the strength of his body, and before anyone could react, green blood splashed on the wall.

"No, Kreacher...... No...... Don't hurt yourself!" Hermione screamed, trying to pull Kreacher back.

But the house-elves were surprisingly strong, and Hermione couldn't control them at all.

"It's not Kreacher's fault, he's just a house-elf, they can only obey ......" Hermione screamed, Kreacher's green blood even splashing onto the back of Hermione's hand.

But Sirius didn't stop, and Kreacher's mistake was more unforgivable in his eyes than Kreacher's.

Van Lin had to take action and immobilize Kreacher with a immobilization charm, and if Van Lin didn't do this, he could guarantee that Kreacher would definitely crash and die here today.

This is something that no one wants to see.

"You shouldn't ......"

"You shouldn't, Kreacher is just a slave, all they can do is do what their master tells them to do. Hermione screamed, tears streaming down her face.

There was a long silence before Hermione gradually subsided.

"Anyway, Sirius, you'll have to be nice to Kreacher. ”

"He looked at my brother ......"

"That's your brother's choice, it's none of Kreacher's business, and, as I said, Kreacher can't disobey his master's orders, if no one dies anywhere, the Black family is gone, your brother is protecting your family, he's going to die there, and a house elf can't have the courage to touch Voldemort's things. "What you should do is choose respect, not anger at a house-elf here." ”

"I know, but ......" Sirius sat down in silence, looking at Kreacher with hatred in his eyes, but more often against the culprit who had asked for his brother's name.

Regulus went with the determination to die.

Voldemort gave him custody of the Horcrux, and even provided Kreacher, so it was impossible for Regulus not to know what it meant to be there.

The two of them can come out at the same time, but, after what?

There is no Harry Potter, and defeating Voldemort is hopeless, which is definitely the most helpless and only choice that Regulus can make.

Sirius didn't speak, just buried his head in his hands, which, he must admit, completely changed Sirius's opinion of Regulus, the boy who had always played behind his ass as a child.

This was hard for Sirius to accept, as it was when he learned of Peter Pedirul's betrayal.

"So, Kreacher, was dragged into the lake by those corpses at Regulus...... You brought the locket back and tried to destroy it, didn't you?" asked Van Lin after a moment's hesitation.

"Yes, but Kreacher couldn't leave a mark on it. The house-elf said sadly that he wanted to continue punishing himself, but he couldn't move, and the spell of Van Lin firmly imprisoned him, "Kreacher tried everything, everything, but none of them...... None of them succeeded. There was so much magic on the box that Kreacher couldn't hurt it at all...... Kreacher failed to carry out the order, Kreacher couldn't destroy the locket! And in the eyes of the hostess, the disappearance of Master Regulus made the hostess mad with grief, Kreacher knew everything, but he couldn't tell her what happened, because Master Regulus forbid, forbidden, forbidden, Kreacher to tell the mistress about the cave......"

Van Lin sighed heavily, for Kreacher, Van Lin felt more pity, whether Kreacher was crazy or what, this was not Kreacher's problem.

"In fact, I just ruined it. Van Lin shook the locket in his hand, "What Regulus has always wanted to destroy, your mission is over, Kreacher ......"

"What?" Kreacher's eyes widened, and an unbelievable light erupted in his eyes.

"You, ruined it?" asked Kreacher again.

"Yes, just when you passed out. "So, stop hurting yourself, your mission is over, Kreacher." Promise me not to continue punishing myself after I disarm the magic, that's the command. ”

Van Lin hesitated, but finally untied his grip on Kreacher.

The house-elf looked at Van Lin with incredulous eyes, but the immediate action made Van Lin feel ......

Kreacher was bowing to them, and unlike what Sirius had forced him to do, Van Lin could feel the change in Kreacher.

Not to feel like Atlas any longer?

This is perhaps the truest portrayal of Kreacher, you know, a house-elf who has been instilled with pure-blood theory all his life would thank a wizard from the Muggle world from the bottom of his heart?

This is definitely a terrible thing for Kreacher before him, which is definitely worse than death.

Van Lin raised his eyebrows, and he couldn't tell if he was moved or emotional, but what he could confirm was that this house-elf definitely respected him from the heart.

It's as if to transfer the respect for Regulus.

That's a relief.

Suddenly, Van Lin somewhat understood why Hermione had to free the house-elves.

They are also beings, with their own joys and sorrows, and no matter how distorted their minds may be, even a diehard like Kreacher can be transformed.

Although it is a little more difficult, it is not an impossible road, but the domesticated obedience of the house-elves is at work.

If it weren't for that, Regulus might not have to die at all, and it would be a good idea for Kreacher to take Regulus out and somewhere else, maybe to Dumbledore.

But with the pride of pure-blood nobles, Regulus still didn't choose this, but it must be admitted that they received a lot of help, and this help came from Regulus, a Death Eater.

"Thank you, Master El, for your ...... You've helped Master Regulus, and you've helped Kreacher!" Kreacher bowed deeply again. Green blood trickled down his forehead and dripped on the floor, splattering with blood......

"Oh, Kreacher......" Hermione hesitated to hug Kreacher, but this time Hermione succeeded, Kreacher didn't dodge, just quivered, and then let Hermione's hand rest on top of him.

"So, you've freed Kreacher, it's not your responsibility, and now, none of that matters......"