Cyrith was lying on the floor looking under the closet, Tonks was rummaging through the bedside table, Kingsley was going to the table, rummaging through the drawers, and Lockhart was helping - old quills, old textbooks, and an inkwell, a bunch of useless things......

Snape stood coldly in the doorway, seemingly disdainful of rummaging through someone else's room.

Moody walked over to the closet and began to look inside the pockets of his clothes, while Arthur banged on the walls, as if thinking there would be some kind of secret passage in Muggle novels.

Lockhart was a little irritated, but Tonks finished rummaging through the bedside table and began to turn over the quilt, and with a crisp thud, the Slytherin locket fell to the floor.

"Is that it?" Tonks asked, clutching the quilt in his hand. Everyone's eyes were on the locket on the ground.

"Master Regulus's stuff!" Critcher suddenly rushed in from outside the door, grabbed the locket on the ground and clutched it to his chest, "Why are you here, which of you touched Critch's treasure!"

"Give me that!" Cyris Black commanded loudly.

"No! it's Creecher's most precious thing!" cried the old house-elf in a hoarse voice, "and no one will want to take it, especially you little traitor!"

"You're his master, Black-san," Snape looked at Cyrus Black like a fool, "Are you still going to quarrel with it and convince it to give you something?" ”

"It's an order. Cyris was not ambiguous, and directly said the most effective words, "Give me something!"

Cretcher froze as if struck by lightning, and then, trembling, he walked over and handed the locket to Cyrius Black, unable to resist his master's command.

Lockhart and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, for a moment - Lockhart thought something was going to happen, but fortunately it didn't. Everyone gathered around Sirith and watched the locket. There was no need to prove it, but by feeling alone, there was no doubt that this thing was a Slytherin locket and a Horcrux at the same time.

"How did this thing come about?" Blake asked Cretche in a commanding tone.

"Young Master Regulus's locket, Cresche made a mistake and failed to carry out the young master's orders!" When Cretche rushed to the corner of the room to grab something and hit his head, Lockhart looked at Syris, and Cyrith also reacted: "Creeche, I order you not to move!"

The elf froze and lay straight on the cold stone floor, tears pouring out of her sunken eyes.

"You said that the locket belonged to 'Master Regulus,'" said Syris, "why? where did it come from? What does Regulus have to do with it? Crece, tell us what you know about the locket and how Regulus has to do with it!"

The elf sat up, curled up in the doorway, tucked his damp face between his knees, and began to shake back and forth. When he spoke, his voice was low and muffled, but it was easy to hear in a small room where no one was talking.

"Master Siriss has fled, and it is good that he is gone, for he is a bad boy, and his unruly behavior has broken the mistress's heart. But Master Regulus had self-esteem, and he knew what the surname Black and his pure bloodline meant. For many years he often spoke of the Dark Lord, who wanted wizards to come out and rule over Muggles and Muggle offspring instead of hiding...... When Young Master Regulus was sixteen years old, he joined the Dark Lord's organization, and he was so proud, so proud, so happy, to be able to serve ......"

"A year later, one day, Master Regulus came to visit Kreicher in the kitchen. Master Regulus has always liked Crecher. Young Master Regulus said...... He said......"

The old elf shook faster.

“...... He said the Dark Lord wanted an elf. ”

"The mystery man wants an elf?" Moody asked, confused, looking back at Tonks and Lupin, and Lockhart, all of whom seemed as confused as he was.

"Oh, yes," Cretche said bitterly, "Master Regulus has contributed Creecher. It was an honor, Master Regulus said, for himself and for Kritch. Cretche had to do what the Dark Lord wanted him to do...... And then go back -- go home. ”

Cretcher shook faster, and his breathing turned to sobbing.

So Crèche went to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord didn't tell Sù Kritch what he was going to do, but took Critcher to a cave by the sea. It was a big cave, and there was a big black lake in the cave......"

“...... There is a boat ......"

"There is a stone on the island, a stone basin, full of potions. The Black - the Dark Lord made Creeker drink ......"

The elves trembled, and Lockhart was surprised to remember that even if Dumbledore drank a pot of potions, he had almost no magic power, and the house-elves could serve their masters normally after drinking this pot. So, just how powerful were pure-blood elves before they were exterminated by wizards?

Cretche drank it, and saw a lot of horror as he did...... Crece's internal organs were on fire...... Cretche shouted to Master Regulus to save him, to call for the mistress, but the Dark Lord just laughed...... He forced Creeker to drink all the potion...... He threw a locket into the empty basin...... And he filled the basin with potions. ”

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

Creetcher needed water, and he crawled to the edge of the island to drink from the Black Lake...... Many hands, dead men's hands, reached out of the water and dragged Crescher down......"

"That's supposed to be a corpse, Headmaster Dumbledore took me there. Lockhart's words caught everyone's attention.

"How did you escape?" asked Cyrus.

Cresche lifted his ugly head and looked at Cyris with big, bloodshot eyes, "Master Regulus said he wanted Cresche to go home. ”

"I know—but how did you get rid of the Dead Corpse?"

"The Phantom is disfigured!" Moody reminded loudly, "You're dull enough, Siris. Generally, wizards will subconsciously only target human wizards when setting up protective magic, but house-elves are actually very powerful magical creatures. ”

"Mystery people make such mistakes?" Lupin couldn't believe.

"Don't think of the mysterious man as a god, you've fought with him before, why don't you stand here and discuss how to deal with him?" Moody said disdainfully, "Now, ask him, what's wrong with Regulus." ”

So Cyris asked Critch this question, and he actually wanted to know it himself.

"Young Master Regulus is very worried, very worried. Cresche hissed, "Regulus told Cretche to hide and not leave the house." And then ...... After a while...... One night, Master Regulus came to the cupboard and found Crece. Young Master Regulus looked strange, not like his usual appearance, and Kreicher could tell that he was in turmoil...... The young master asked Creetche to take him to the cave, the same cave where Creetche and the Dark Lord had been......

So they set off, and Lockhart could imagine, a frightened senile elf, and that Regulus...... Let's go to that cave full of corpses......

"You drank that potion again?"

"Master Ray Regulus pulled out a locket from his pocket, the same one the Dark Lord had," Cresche said, shaking his head, tears streaming down the sides of his long nose, "He told Creeker to take it, and when the stone basin is dry, replace it, and destroy it......"

"My God......" Tonks turned around and put his arms around Lupin's neck, who hugged her and comforted her.

"So, you have brought the locket home," Cyrius continued, determined to understand the whole story, "have you tried to destroy it?"