Limus and Sirius were unimpressed by Amosta's silence and hesitation, believing that Amosta was just momentarily confused about the origin of the golden locket, so it took a moment to think, and when they heard Amosta say the value of the locket in a strange tone, both Sirius and Remus looked incredulous.

"You can't just say anything about me just because you want to win, Amosta."

Remus said in a joking tone, and his eyes fell on the locket.

To be fair, it's a very beautiful work of art indeed.

The delicate locket has been refined over time, still exuding a mysterious golden luster in the dim candlelight, surrounded by many crystal clear pure gemstones, the edge of the box is engraved with many ancient runi symbols, and of course, the most conspicuous is the snake in the middle of the box embellished by glittering emeralds.

"If this thing is worth eight thousand gold galleons, Amosta--"

Sirius also thought that Amosta was talking about it, and he said with a look of disbelief,

"Then I'll go and break Kreacher's leg."

It's funny to come across this here?

A playful smile grew at the corner of Amosta's mouth.

What is this, special fate?

"I'll just ask,"

Amosta stood up with his hands on his knees, his hands gripping the chain of the locket, showing it to the bewildered Sirius.

"Do you know where this thing came from?"

What does Amosta mean is that this thing is particularly dangerous?

Remus leaned in, his expression was a little solemn, he stared at the 'S' above for a long time, and then said uncertainly,

"I'm not sure, Amosta, this pattern... Seems to be a Slytherin family crest? ”

"Oh!"

Sirius blinked speechlessly, "You're scaring people, aren't you?" ”

Judging by Sirius' reaction, he didn't seem to know the origin of this thing, and assuming it, Sirius was not like Lucius Malfoy, who was a follower of Voldemort.

"Then I'll ask a different question, Sirius."

Amosta shook his head and said,

"Has anyone in this family ever worked for Voldemort?"

When Voldemort appeared, the kitchen immediately became a little colder, and the expressions of Remus and Sirius suddenly became solemn, and they immediately realized that Amosta had really accidentally discovered something unexpected.

"What do you mean, Amosta?"

Remus said solemnly

"You said that this locket came out of Voldemort's hand, do you see anything, there is Voldemort's black magic on it?"

Amosta didn't speak, just waited quietly for Sirius to answer.

And his problem was obviously touching Sirius's bad memories, and his face became cloudy and cloudy, and there was a gloom on his body.

"I used to have a younger brother named Regulus, who used to be a Death Eater."

This was not something to boast about, Sirius said this succinctly, and then kept silent.

Remus was obviously aware of this, and he didn't show any shock, but just looked at Amosta again, waiting for his explanation.

"Before?"

Amosta squinted and continued to ask.

"He was killed by Voldemort."

Seeing that Sirius seemed reluctant to discuss the younger brother, Remus, who also knew something about the situation, answered the question,

"This happened before Sirius' accident, Sirius told us something, and after Regulus's death, he had traced the cause of his brother's murder... Can I say, Sirius? ”

Remus asked.

"I don't know why you care about this, Amosta,"

Sirius stared at the locket expressionlessly and said,

"But it seems like you care very much, so I'll tell you about my naïve and stupid brother."

The three of them sat down at the unfinished table, and Sirius told Amosta about his brother's past and some of the information he had investigated.

“... By all indications, the silly boy was probably scared of what Voldemort had done, and he wanted to quit, but being a Death Eater wasn't a job at the Ministry of Magic, and it wasn't a resignation report. ”

As Sirius spoke, Amosta pinched the two corners of the locket with two fingers, and kept looking at it with admiration, until Sirius said everything he thought he should say, and waited for his explanation, that Amosta said unhurriedly,

"I don't think it's that simple--"

"What do you mean?"

Sirius asked a little impatiently,

"What do you know, Amosta, tell me about it!"

"If that's what you say, that brother of yours was killed because he wanted to get away from Voldemort—"

Amosta let go of his fingers and let the locket fall into the palm of his hand, and he said with a smile,

"You won't be alive today, Sirius, you don't know what this thing means to Voldemort, he's going to slaughter every descendant of the Black family just to get it back."

There was a long silence in the kitchen, with Sirius and Remus staring at the locket, especially Remus, who knew Amosta better and knew he wouldn't make bad jokes on something as crucial as Voldemort.

"Who else knows your brother better than you?"

Remus set his eyes on Sirius.

"Those who know Regulus better than I do, if you count those who are no longer in the world--"

Sirius' brow furrowed terribly.

It's a joke, of course, and they can't dig out any secrets from the mouths of dead people.

"Kreacher may know a little bit more about Regulus, you know, I'm a good-for-nothing bastard in Kreacher's eyes, and he only makes my family angry, but Regulus is the pride of my parents, and Kreacher prefers to treat Regulus as a little master--"

"I'll get it."

Anything to do with Voldemort deserves to be treated with the utmost seriousness, and Remus immediately got up and prepared to go upstairs.

"There's no need to go through the hassle."

Amosta said lightly, under the inexplicable gaze of the other two, he closed his eyes and sensed for a few seconds, and then, the wand in his right hand waved a few times, and a gray cloud of smoke flashing with electric light gathered in front of the three people, Amosta's hand suddenly reached out and disappeared into the smoke, and after groping for a while, he directly pulled the screaming Kreacher out of the fog.

"How did you do that?"

Sirius looked shocked.

"It's just a little magic--"

Amosta threw Kreacher to the ground,

"Useful only at close range."

As soon as Kreacher landed on the ground, he jumped up with the movement of a carp, and his agility was not at all recognizable that this was a dying old house-elf.

It first saw the stall on the ground, and then, its watery and gray eyes immediately turned to Sirius, ready to say something, but halfway through, it saw the locket in Amosta's hand—

In the quiet kitchen, a blood-clotting scream erupted, Kreacher gasped for air, his shriveled chest heaved sharply, and he jumped into the air desperately and crashed into Amosta.

"--- locket, Master Regulus's locket, Kreacher didn't complete the order, but Kreacher won't let people take the locket!"

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