Calvin stopped the argument between the master and servant, first signaling Sirius not to get along with a house-elf, and then said in a friendly tone, "Kreacher, my bloodline is aside, would you like to talk about Regulus and this locket?"

Kreacher took a step back, leaning against the wall of his study, clutching the locket with both hands, for fear that someone might snatch him.

"Tell him!" Sirius roared.

Calvin waved his hand to keep Blake from getting excited, "Regulus's last assignment for you is to destroy this locket, and obviously you didn't complete this task well. If you speak up, I can help you destroy it, and you've completed Regulus' mission."

The old elf apparently remembered some unpleasant memories, and his already ugly features twisted even more, and he slammed his head against the wooden door of the study again.

"Kreacher has failed Master Regulus. The young master gave the things to Kreacher and asked Kreacher to destroy him. But the magic on the box is so powerful that poor Kreacher can't destroy it at all costs."

Sirius, with his feet on his ornate desk, sat up straight again, yelling at the masochistic Kreacher, "Damn Kreacher, stop!"

"Hey, don't be nervous," Calvin said his hand resting on Kreacher's head, hanging down a silver thread to silence Kreacher. Calvin then took a small bottle of potion from his sleeve and poured it into Kreacher's mouth.

"How do you feel, can you talk properly now?"

"Hiccup, that's it, Hiccup." Kreacher hiccuped as he spoke, a spasm that had occurred after he had calmed down with extreme excitement.

"What did you feed him?" Sirius asked, frowning, "I can smell a rotten smell when he burps."

"It's just a tranquilizer."

"Honorable guest, it happened twelve years ago." Kreacher babbled.

At this time, Regulus, who was still a minor, was in high spirits and joined the Death Eaters under the spell of Voldemort.

"Welcome, my child!" Voldemort, who still had a nose at the time, had carved the Dark Mark on Regulus's left arm, and he looked at the new tattoo with satisfaction, as if he were looking at an elaborate work of art.

"Your joining will definitely lead the Black family to prosperity again."

"Yes, my master," Regulus humbly knelt on the ground and kissed Voldemort's toes, "unlike my stupid brother, I know very well how powerful you are."

"What a good boy." Voldemort stroked the top of Regulus's head perfunctorily.

Voldemort really didn't pay much attention to Regulus, he had seen a lot of pure-blood children like him, and if he gave them a little attention, he could drive them like a loyal dog. This young man named Black was no different from them.

The next few times, Regulus quickly felt Voldemort's contempt for him.

It's not that Voldemort completely ignored Regulus, but Regulus could clearly feel the difference between Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr.

Voldemort treats little Barty like a son! ….

Regulus was a little jealous, he wanted to show himself desperately, and he always wanted to come out on top in Voldemort's assigned tasks in order to gain Voldemort's attention.

But every time he partnered with Lucius Malfoy, he always seemed to drag him back, intentionally or unintentionally, so that he was never praised by Voldemort.

Finally, after Voldemort praised Barty Jr. again, Regulus couldn't hold back anymore and angrily reported Lucius to Voldemort.

Regulus thought that Voldemort would punish Lucius severely, but Lucius, who was standing on the sidelines, only narrowed his eyes, glanced at the young man who didn't know what to do, and then took a step forward and prevaricated Voldemort with his rhetoric.

"It seems obvious," Voldemort waved his wand regularly, walking up to Regulus and holding it against his heart, "Blake, you said the wrong thing, and almost caused me to punish a faithful servant

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"No, it's not, Dark Lord!" Regulus trembled violently and argued loudly, "Malfoy is lying! That's not the case at all."

"Still quibbling." Voldemort twisted his wand, "Since you're making a mistake for the first time, I'll give you a small punishment." Dig into the heart and cut the bones!"

Regulus fell to the ground in a twist, and none of the Death Eaters dared to help him. Soon this time the *** was over, and Lucius slowly walked up to him and crouched down.

Regulus thought Lucius was going to pull him up, but he heard Lucius say in his haughty tone, "If it weren't for Narcissa, you think I'd be willing to protect you again and again? Stupid stuff."

This incident had a great impact on Regulus, and he began to doubt, doubting Voldemort and his actions. As a Blake, Regulus was different from his older brother from an early age. The elder brother yearns for freedom, but he is responsible, and the words "always pure" are not only the family motto, but also his code of conduct. He followed the Death Eaters in pursuit of glory and power, promoting the theory of purebloods, but Voldemort, is he really a supporter of purebloods?

In the days that followed, Regulus's fanaticism for Voldemort began to wane, and he began to learn from his cousin-in-law, gradually swinging through the process. After Slytherin's calm trait regained his brain, Regulus began to calmly ponder the question: Is following Voldemort really the right choice?

Everything Regulus did was watched by Voldemort, and the Dark Lord was well aware that his followers were beginning to doubt him.

"In that case, I'll give you a bone, my loyal dog."

At a Death Eater session, Voldemort changed his cold, hoarse tone and said quite softly, "Recently, I've been working on a deep dark magic that might require a house-elf as a test subject.

I know that many of you here come from noble pure-blood families, and I wonder if anyone has volunteered to give me their house-elves."

Many of the Death Eaters present were whispering, and of course they had a lot of house-elves, such as the Malfoys, the Crouches. Giving one to the Dark Lord is nothing, of course, but it represents an honor, a symbol of intimacy with the Dark Lord.

Among the Death Eaters present, Barty Jr. was particularly excited, and he fell to his knees in frenzy and said, "Lord Voldemort, I am willing to sacrifice my house-elves."

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