Remus and Sirius were not impressed by Amosta's silence and hesitation. They thought that Amosta just couldn't figure out the origin of the golden locket for a while, so he needed some time to think, and when they heard Amosta When Mosta told the value of the locket in a strange tone, both Sirius and Remus had expressions of disbelief.
"You can't just say something just because you want to win against me, Amosta."
Remus said in a joking tone, and also cast his eyes on the locket.
To be fair, this is indeed a very beautiful piece of art.
Even though the exquisitely shaped locket has been refined over time, it still exudes a mysterious golden luster under the dim candlelight. It is surrounded by many crystal clear pure gems, and the edges of the box are engraved with many ancient symbols. The Niven symbol, of course, is the most eye-catching one in the middle of the box, the snake-shaped one embellished with sparkling emeralds.
"If this thing is worth eight thousand gold galleons, Amosta—"
Sirius also thought that Amosta was talking nonsense, and he said with a look of disbelief,
"Then I'll break Kreacher's legs."
It’s really interesting that we would meet this here?
The playful smile on Amosta's lips grew wider.
What is this, a special fate?
"Let me ask a question,"
Amosta stood up with his knees supported on his hands. His hands tightly grasped the chain of the locket, and he showed the box to the confused Sirius.
"Do you know the origin of this thing?"
What Amosta means is that this thing is particularly dangerous?
Remus came forward with a more serious expression. He stared at the 'S' above for a long time before saying uncertainly,
"I'm not sure, Amosta, this pattern... seems to be the Slytherin family crest?"
"oh!"
Sirius blinked speechlessly, "Are you trying to scare people?"
Judging from Sirius's reaction, it seems that he really doesn't know the origin of this thing. Presumably, Sirius is not a follower of Voldemort like Lucius Malfoy.
"Then let me ask another question, Sirius."
Amosta shook his head and said,
"Has anyone in this family ever worked for Voldemort?"
When the word Voldemort appeared, the kitchen immediately became a little colder. The expressions of Remus and Sirius suddenly became solemn. They immediately realized that Amosta might have accidentally discovered something extraordinary. .
"What do you mean, Amosta?"
Remus said solemnly
"You said this locket came from Voldemort's hand. Did you see anything? It contains Voldemort's dark magic?"
Amosta didn't speak, just waited quietly for Sirius' answer.
And his question obviously touched upon Sirius's bad memories, as his expression became gloomy and he exuded a sense of gloom.
"I used to have a brother named Regulus. He was once a Death Eater."
This is really not something to boast about. After saying this concisely and concisely, Sirius remained silent.
Remus obviously knew about this. He didn't show any shock, but just turned his attention to Amosta again, waiting for his explanation.
"before?"
Amosta narrowed his eyes and continued to ask.
"He was killed by Voldemort."
Seeing that Sirius seemed reluctant to discuss his younger brother, Remus, who also knew something about the situation, answered the question,
"This happened before what happened to Sirius. Sirius told us something about how, after Regulus' death, he tracked down the reasons why his brother was killed... Can I say that, Sirius?"
Remus asked.
"I don't know why you care, Amosta,"
Sirius stared at the locket expressionlessly and said,
"But it seems like you care a lot, so I'll tell you about my naive and stupid brother."
The three of them sat down at the uncleared dining table, and Sirius told Amosta about some of his younger brother's past and some of the information he had investigated.
"...Judging from various signs, that stupid boy was probably scared of what Voldemort had done, and he wanted to quit. But being a Death Eater is not like working in the Ministry of Magic, and it can't be done with a resignation report. Either work hard for the rest of your life, or die."
While Sirius was talking, Amosta held the two corners of the locket with two fingers and kept looking at it with admiring eyes until Sirius said everything he thought he should say and waited for him After explaining, Amosta said calmly,
"I don't think it's that simple--"
"What's the meaning?"
Sirius asked a little impatiently,
"What do you know, Amosta, tell it now!"
"If the facts are as you said, your brother was killed because he wanted to escape from Voldemort--"
Amosta loosened his fingers and let the locket fall into his palm. He smiled and said,
"You won't survive today, Sirius. You don't know what this thing means to Voldemort. He will definitely kill every descendant of the Black family just to take this thing back."
There was a long silence in the kitchen. Sirius and Remus were both staring at the locket, especially Remus. He knew Amosta better and knew that in such a critical matter involving Voldemort, he Don't make bad jokes.
"Who knows your brother better than you?"
Remus turned his attention to Sirius.
"Those who know Regulus better than me, if you include those who are no longer in this world-"
Sirius frowned fiercely.
Of course this is a joke, they can't dig out any secrets from the mouths of dead people.
"Kreacher may know Regulus better. You know, in Kreacher's eyes, I am a good-for-nothing bastard who only makes my family angry. But Regulus is the pride of my parents. Kreacher I would also rather treat Regulus as my little master--"
"I'll go get it."
Everything related to Voldemort should be treated with the utmost seriousness. Remus immediately stood up and prepared to go upstairs.
"No need to bother."
Amosta said lightly. Under the unclear gazes of the other two people, he closed his eyes and felt for a few seconds. Then, he waved the wand in his right hand a few times, and a gray smoke with flashing electric light gathered around the three of them. In front of him, Amosta's hand suddenly reached out and disappeared into the smoke. After groping for a while, he directly pulled Kreacher, who was screaming, out of the fog.
"How did you do it?"
Sirius looked shocked.
"Just a little magic-"
Amosta threw Kreacher to the ground,
"Only useful at close range."
As soon as Kreacher landed on the ground, he jumped up with a carp-like movement. His agility made it impossible to tell that he was an old house elf.
It first saw the pile of things on the ground, so its watery and gray eyes immediately focused on Sirius, ready to say something, but halfway, it saw the locket in Amosta's hand--
In the quiet kitchen, a blood-curdling scream suddenly broke out. Kreacher gasped for air, his withered chest rose and fell sharply. He jumped into the air and crashed towards Amosta desperately.
"---Locket, Master Regulus's locket. Kreacher failed to complete the order, but Kreacher will not let anyone take the locket away!"
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