Sirius was not surprised that Kreacher was able to escape.

Because Kreacher is a house-elf.

A short, thin magical creature with thin arms and legs, a big head and big eyes, large pointed ears like a bat, and a high-pitched voice.

They have their own set of magic. Although they appear to be very weak, their mana is very strong.

Spells can be cast easily without the need for a wand, and can be teleported in places where wizards can't apparition.

And Voldemort didn't even look down on Muggles, let alone the elves who were lowly to the dirt with the orders of wizards as the supreme law. It would never have occurred to him that the elves might have magic that he didn't have.

Sirius now just wants the little monster in front of him to pay for his brother's life.

Kreacher's eyes trembled, and his slender hand reached for his neck.

Sirius smiled happily as he watched the scene.

House-elves are the servants of wizards, usually found in ancient wizarding families that lived in elaborate dwellings such as manors, and they had to comply with all the demands of their masters, i.e., members of the family, including dying.

Even if he was just the former owner of Kreacher.

But in Kreacher's head, he himself is still in the service of the Black family.

It's just that he has changed from a loser to Miss Sissi.

So, Kreacher still had to obey his orders.

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Lupin drew his wand just in time, and a blue light struck Kreacher.

He looked at Sirius, "Are you crazy? It's a life. And if that's what you think, how is Kreacher still alive? Wasn't he supposed to be killed by Voldemort? ”

In the face of Lupin's admonitions, Sirius' IQ regained the high ground.

He gasped and calmed slightly, "Kreacher, don't kill yourself," continued. ”

With a wave of his wand, another flash of blue light flashed, and Kreacher regained control of his body.

Kreacher sobbed again, "Young Master Regulus is very worried, very worried. ”

Kreacher hissed, "Regulus told Kreacher to hide and not leave the house. ”

And then ...... After a while...... One night, Master Regulus went to the cupboard and found Kreacher. Young Master Regulus looked strange, not like he usually looked, and Kreacher could tell that he was in turmoil...... The young master told Kreacher to take him to the cave, the same cave where Kreacher and the Dark Lord had been......"

So they set off, Sirius' lips trembling and white.

He could clearly imagine the courage of his cowardly and adoring Voldemort brother to go to the cave with an elf.

But no one knew about Regulus's sacrifice.

He disappeared silently.

Sirius had always thought that his stupid brother had been murdered at Voldemort's behest. Because Regulus wasn't that important yet, it was up to Voldemort to take him out with his own hands. He is more likely to want to quit because he is afraid of what others are asking him to do. And then died.

His stupid parents didn't know either. They thought their son was a Death Eater through and through, a son they could boast of in their eyes.

Even Voldemort didn't know that he had an insignificant follower who dared to rebel against him. Because Kreacher was alive and after Regulus disappeared, Voldemort did not target the Black family, so Regulus did not just bump into Voldemort and die when he went to the cave.

Sirius looked at the weeping Kreacher with a complicated expression, he had never seen Kreacher as a creature with the same emotional sensitivity as humans. He saw Kreacher more as the embodiment of the old Black, something he hated, something he ignored, a servant who was not worth mentioning.

It dawned on him that he might really be wrong, just as Harry had said.

The shadowy Slytherin students also have great heroes, and the radiant Gryffindors have nasty traitors.

He was not brave, far less brave than Regulus.

He simply rebelled, fled from his home, and neglected all responsibilities.

Regulus, on the other hand, hid everything, including the transformation of his own thoughts.

Keep the old notions of pureblood for Kreacher and the scum of the Black family - for the sake of safety.

Sirius wiped tears from his eyes, lowered his head and asked, "He... My brother... Did he drink the potion? That potion that makes people hallucinate and set their organs on fire? And then.... Poisoned to death? ”

Kreacher nodded, crying bitterly.

"Ray—Master Regulus took out a locket from his pocket, the same one from the Dark Lord," Kreacher said, tears streaming down the sides of his long nose, "and he told Kreacher to take it, and when the stone basin was dry, replace the locket for a while......"

Kreacher's sobs grew thick and harsh, Sirius and they had to pay full attention to understand him.

"He ordered—Kreacher to leave—leave him alone. He told Kreacher to go home - not to say to the mistress - what he had done, but he had to destroy - the first locket. Then he drank—drank the potion—Klee cut it out and replaced the locket—and watched...... Master Regulus...... Dragged underwater...... Then ......"

Sirius fell to his knees, hammering the ground in his hand, "I'm just an idiot!" I was the one chosen to be a Death Eater! I should stand in front of him and shelter him from the wind and rain! ”

Tears fell like raindrops on the green carpet.

Lupin's eyes were reddened and he put his arm around Sirius's shoulder.

"Oh, Kreacher!" Dobby cried, crying, kneeling beside Kreacher, trying to hug him.

Kreacher immediately stood up and ducked back, with obvious disgust, "Kreacher doesn't get close to freaks who ask for wages. ”

"The freak touched Kreacher, Kreacher didn't allow it, what would the mistress say?"

Sirius took a deep breath, "That's enough, Kreacher! Don't mention that crazy woman! It was her ideas that killed Regulus, don't you understand? ”

He struggled to stand up from Lupin's arms, looked at Kreacher with an unconvinced face, and felt a strange softness in his heart, "Okay." She's not a crazy woman. ”

"Well, then, you have brought the locket home," he asked fiercely, determined to know the whole story, "have you tried to destroy it?" ”

"Kreacher couldn't leave a trace on it." The elf said sadly, "Kreacher tried all the methods, all the methods, but none of them, none of them succeeded......"

"There is so much powerful magic on the box, Kreacher believes that it can only be destroyed from the inside, but it can't be opened......"

Kreacher punished himself, tried again, punished himself, tried again. Kreacher failed to carry out the order, and Kreacher couldn't destroy the locket! ”

"The mistress went mad with grief, for Master Regulus was missing, and Kreacher could not tell her what had happened, and could not, because Master Regulus forbid—forbidden—to tell home—family—about the rock—the cave......"

Kreacher sobbed.

"I'm coming! I'll destroy it for Regulus! Where is it? Sirius clenched his wand, his fingertips white, and he couldn't wait to look around, "It's still in Black's house." Dobby mistakenly thinks you're going to take it away, but you're actually going to destroy it. ”

Crackling!

Kreacher's body fell to the ground and appeared on the opposite side of the pantry, in front of a darkened door in the corner.

He couldn't wait to stretch out his injured finger, "Here~"

The door opened at once, and it was magically enchanted by the elves.

It was a cupboard.

Sirius had never been here before.

Most of the cupboards were occupied by a large old-fashioned boiler, but a foot wide below the tube, Kreacher had made himself a nest, with all sorts of rags and foul-smelling old blankets piled up on the floor, and a small recess in the middle where Kreacher slumped over to sleep every night.

Bread crumbs and moldy cheese were strewn all over the place.

In the inner corners were glittering knick-knacks and coins, and silver frames with broken glass.

"Where are they?" Sirius couldn't laugh or cry. He thought he had thrown them away.

However, he wanted to vomit again.

There was a picture frame that was clearly beloved by Kreacher, which was placed at the front, and the glass was clumsily glued with magic tape.

And inside was a man looking haughtily at him, dark-skinned, swollen eyelids, his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange, who was as crazy as his mother.

"You idiot, put Bella's picture and Regulus' stuff together? It's so ironic, for both of them. Sirius sighed.

He felt that he was going to finish all the anger he had had in his life.

The old blanket had been transferred by Kreacher with the magic of the elves, revealing what was hidden underneath.

A locket.

The locket is glittering with golden gems set with equally sparkling emeralds, forming a serpentine 's'.

"That's right, Kreacher." Sirius turned his head, "You don't mind if I destroy it and destroy all of you." ”

Kreacher shook his head without hesitation, "Kreacher doesn't mind!" ”

Even if it had his favorite photo, the Blake's treasure, he didn't mind.

"Good! Lupin, I'll teach you a good magic technique for dealing with black magic items - Mighty Fire! There are very few things that can withstand it. Sirius licked his lips, "There are no drawbacks other than being difficult to control. That's not a disadvantage. The speeding Harley-Davidson is just as difficult to control. ”

"You'd better stop." Lupin stopped Sirius, "We need to figure out what it is." ”

"So that Regulus's sacrifice is worthwhile."

Sirius frowned, "Looking for Dumbledore?" He is said to have taken the handsome boy named Bagill Granger with him to France. Go to Nick Lemay. ”

Lupin: "Isn't that better?" For Nick Lemay, who has lived for more than 600 years, there will be something he doesn't recognize? What's more, this is obviously an old thing, maybe it is from the same era as him. ”

Sirius: "Okay. ”

Kreacher: "Kreacher knows that losers are unreliable. Mistress! Kreacher is really old, and his mind is slow enough to believe in the nasty embryo who betrayed his family! ”

Sirius didn't care about Kreacher's denigration. Just as he used Harry as a continuation of Jaime, he now sees Kreacher as a continuation of Regulus.

He touched his chin, "Then let's go to France?" ”

"No need." A familiar and unfamiliar voice rang in their ears.

With a grunt, a moon-white snowy owl appeared in the air.

With a strange echoing sound of water coming out, a gray ripple emerged from the air.

It gradually spreads, forming a gate of light.

Three figures stepped out of it.

"Bajir?" Sirius immediately recognized the man in the lead.

His golden hair was as if the sun was shining in the dim boiler room, and the snowy owl flew kindly to his shoulder.

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"It's... Is Fanta? Why haven't I seen it for a few days, its coat color has changed. Sirius rubbed his eyes, and he looked back at the two men beside Bagir.

Both men were tall and thin.

A silver-haired gray eye, dressed in a simple white robe.

A reddish-brown with blue eyes, familiar half-moon glasses, and a twisted nose that has been interrupted at least three times. The robes on his body are brightly colored and embroidered with eye-catching sunflowers.

"Dumbledore?" Sirius asked tentatively.

There is no one but Albus Dumbledore in this dress.

"I'm glad you recognized me." Dumbledore said mildly.

"And who are you?" Lupin on the side looked at the silver-haired and gray-eyed young man with a smile, but his eyes were emotionless.

The young man shrugged, "I'm Nick Lemay." The one who knows everything in your eyes. ”

It all started 30 minutes ago.

Bagir sent the prisoners to Tonks' cell.

Tonks is the witch of the wizarding world, and with her, he has all the beauties.

For her, Bagir was interested.

Just as he touched his chin and thought about how he could meet Tonks, he thought of Lupin.

Then I found the interesting scene of the old Black House.

So, he found Dumbledore and Lemay.

"I've found an interesting dream, do you want to see it?"

And the way to watch is by taking them into an eternal dream platform.

He didn't have Fanta Cards that would be a dream owl.

In Bagil's hands, the Dream Walker had long since surpassed its original appearance.

Relying on the wizard's magic that can continuously output eternal existence, vast emotional energy, Michael as an energy well and the murder house, fairy tale magic 'make a wish'.

Processes that took thousands of years to complete are ignored.

One by one, [Dream Fragments] were piled up, and in the dark 'sea water', a sun that was forever shining appeared in the sea.

And in this sun, Bagill reflects everything that happened in Black's house.

Just now, when Sirius said that he was going to France, Bagill summoned Fanta and led Dumbledore and Lemay in a more ceremonial way in front of Sirius.

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"What is this?" Sirius asked apprehensively. He was worried that it wasn't precious, and that it would make his brother look like a joke.

Lemay looked at the appearance of the locket, "This... This is Slytherin's legacy. The Sphinx Gaunt guy used to show it off in front of me. Not... When I was 156 years old. ”

Dumbledore looked at the essence of the locket, the divine magnetic field taking the place of the hands and feet and eyes touching its surface.

Soon, he smiled.

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