In a flash of light, Kreacher was directly bounced back to the ground by Amosta's magic, but before anyone could stop it, Kreacher jumped up again, and this time, instead of attempting to attack Amosta, he rushed directly to the red-hot hearth, drew his fire stick, and began to whip himself.

The reddening stick struck Kreacher himself, crying bitterly, and shocking black scorch marks appeared on his gray skin, and at the same time, there was an unpleasant stench of burning.

Amosta was unmoved, but he immediately realized that Kreacher probably knew something about the locket.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Remus quickly drew his wand and swung it violently, snatching Kreacher from his hand, and Sirius, who had come to his senses, roared and rushed forward, lifting Kreacher up and pressing it to the table.

"Stop, I order you to stop, don't hurt yourself again!"

Kreacher froze at once, lying upright on the table, staring at the locket in Amosta's hand, tears pouring out of his sunken eyes.

Sirius hadn't seen Kreacher go mad, but he had never seen this elf loyal to the Black family go mad like this, and he stared at Kreacher viciously, his big rough hands still not leaving Kreacher's neck, not because it was offensive to them, but because of what Kreacher had just screamed and said.

"My brother's locket, do you know something, Kreacher, I command you to tell everything!"

"Let it go first, Sirius--"

Remus grabbed Sirius's wrist and said to Kreacher, who sat up,

"Don't get me wrong, Kreacher, we're not trying to take Regulus... Relic, we just want to know, how he got this locket, we think you might know a little bit of the truth, right? ”

Kreacher stepped back from the table, instinctively dodging Remus's outstretched hand to support it, ignoring Sirius's angry glare and staring at the locket in Amosta's hand, it didn't want to say anything, but the direct command from Sirius prevented it from resisting, so it curled up in a ball, holding its damp face between its knees, and began to shake back and forth.

When it begins to speak, its voice is low and muffled, but it is quite clear in the quiet, echoing kitchen

"The ill-responsible young master Sirius escaped--"

Kreacher's first words made Sirius's face darken, but Amosta and Remus stopped him from getting angry with their eyes.

"--His actions broke the hostess's heart, but Master Regulus had self-esteem, and he knew what the surname Blake and his pure blood meant.

For many years, he often spoke of the Dark Lord, who wanted wizards to stop hiding and that Master Regulus, who could come out to rule Muggles and Muggles, joined the Dark Lord's Order at the age of sixteen, and he was so proud and happy to be in the service of the Dark Lord—"

Hum!

Sirius sneered contemptuously, but there was endless sadness in his eyes.

"Getting to the point."

Amosta interrupted Kreacher singing praises to Regulus and praising the Dark Lord,

"Let us know what is going on in the simplest way possible, Kreacher."

Kreacher shook his body in fear, as a magical creature, its 'spiritual sense' was more acute than that of ordinary wizards, he could vaguely feel the difference in Amosta, not to mention that this young man also had the authority to command it.

"One day, after that year, Master Regulus came to see me in the kitchen, and Master Regulus liked it."

As if remembering Amosta's order, Kreacher shook his head and turned with tears in his eyes.

"The Dark Lord needs an elf, and Master Regulus contributed Kreacher."

"What does Voldemort want an elf for?"

Remus couldn't help but ask, "Werewolves, giants, vampires, Death Eaters, many dark creatures are Voldemort's supporters, and he has no shortage of men?" ”

Remus's doubts were quickly answered, and as the story continued, it was as if they had followed Kreacher back many years to the great cavern by the sea where Muggles could not land.

Sirius's wheezing gradually increased, he stared at Kreacher with a blue face, and the green tendons on the back of his clenched fist bulged, as if he wanted to rush up and beat Kreacher at any time, and Remus's expression was more serious than ever, and by mistake, they knew a strange past of Voldemort, and this may involve Voldemort's deepest secret.

The story of the boy named Regulus was indeed admirable, and Amosta couldn't help but admire it, but by the end of the story, he was already thinking about other issues.

Dumbledore was looking for Voldemort's Horcruxes, and his solution was to find clues by finding the veins of Voldemort's life in the wizarding world.

Not. Voldemort gave the notebook to Lucius Malfoy, and Regulus Black intervened in the concealment of the locket, would he consider this as an employee benefit for every Death Eater who was loyal to him to be involved in this kind of thing?

Having said that, Amosta was a little unable to understand this behavior.

He hadn't made a Horcrux, but if he wanted to get one, he wouldn't reveal the location of his soul, and perhaps, he would stuff the fragment of his soul into an inconspicuous stone and sink quietly into the Mariana Trench

Perhaps, the soul split so many times that it gave him a problem with his thinking?

"--Master Regulus took out a locket from his pocket, the same one from the Dark Lord."

Kreacher looked at the locket in Amosta's hand, tears streaming down the sides of his long nose,

He told Kreacher to take it, and when the stone basin was dry, change the locket.

Kreacher's sobs became thick and harsh, which made Remus and Sirius preoccupied to understand his words,

He ordered—Kreacher to leave—leave him alone, he wouldn't let Kreacher tell the mistress what he had done—but for Kreacher to destroy the Dark Lord's locket, and Kreacher switched the locket—watching the young master being dragged underwater. And then oh! ”

Kreacher threw himself on the table, clutching his throat and making a bullfrog-like sound, and began to cry.

The candles on the menorah were extinguished one by one as Kreacher recounted the past, and now only one shone that shone falteringly.

Sirius's face turned pale, and his eyes were as blank as if he had been caught in a Revenate Curse.

"Have you ever tried to destroy the locket, Kreacher?"

Remus stretched out his hand, but the moment he touched it, Kreacher dodged as if he had been shocked, and muttered with tears in his eyes,

"The despicable wolf cub touched Kreacher, Kreacher did not allow it, what will the mistress say"

Remus couldn't make any expression other than a wry smile.

"Answering the question--"

Amosta stared at the circle of Runiwen symbols on the face of the locket, with a thoughtful expression.

Hogwarts is at the forefront of today's wizarding world, and the interpretation of the ancient rune is undoubtedly the closest to the truth, but even the wizards who know the most about the rune do not dare to say that they know all about the magical words that may contain extraordinary magic in this ancient era.

Amosta didn't recognize the meaning of the mystical symbols, but he did feel familiar with them, for the Ravenclaw crown had been in his possession for some days, and he had seen similar characters on it.

Sirius's expression froze, and in a whispering tone, he ordered Kreacher to answer Remus's question, and Kreacher howled in great pain while holding back sobs,

"Kreacher couldn't leave a trace on it. After trying many ways to no avail, Kreacher punished himself, tried again, and punished himself again, but it never worked, there was so much powerful magic on the box, Kreacher believed that it could only be destroyed from the inside. Kreacher failed to carry out the order, Kreacher could not destroy the locket, and Kreacher failed Master Regulus."

"You still dare to mention Regulus!"

Sirius erupted suddenly, and if Remus hadn't stopped him in time, he hated to strangle Kreacher to death.

"Why didn't you tell me all this then, Kreacher, why!

He was only seventeen years old, just an adult, and you just watched him being dragged into the water! ”

(End of chapter)