There was a flash of light, and Kreacher was bounced back to the ground by Amosta's magic power. However, before anyone could stop him, Kreacher jumped up again. This time, he did not attempt to attack Amosta. Instead, he rushed directly to the red-hot hearth, took out the poker, and started beating himself.
The red-hot stick hit Kreacher himself, who was crying in pain. Shocking black scorch marks suddenly appeared on his gray skin, and at the same time, there was an unpleasant scalding stench.
Amosta was unmoved, but he immediately understood that Kreacher probably knew something about the locket.
"What the hell are you doing!"
Remus quickly pulled out his wand, swung it violently, and snatched the poker from Kreacher's hand. Sirius, who had regained consciousness, roared loudly and rushed forward. He picked up Kreacher and held him down. On the table,
"Stop, I order you to stop, don't hurt yourself again!"
Kreacher froze immediately. He lay upright on the dining table, staring at the locket in Amosta's hand, tears pouring out of his sunken eye sockets.
It was not that Sirius had never seen Kreacher go crazy, but he had never seen this elf who was loyal to the Black family go crazy like this. He stared at Kreacher fiercely, and his rough hands still did not move from Kreacher's. The neck left, not because it was offensive to them, but because of what Kreacher had just screamed.
"My brother's locket, you know something, right? Kreacher, I order you to tell everything!"
"Let it go first, Sirius-"
Remus took Sirius' wrist and said to Kreacher who sat up,
"Don't get me wrong, Kreacher, we are not trying to take away Regulus's... relics. We just want to know how he got this locket. We think you might know some of the truth, right?"
Kreacher stepped back on the table, instinctively avoiding Remus' hand reaching out to support him. He ignored Sirius's angry glare and stared fixedly at the locket in Amosta's hand. It didn't want to say anything, but the direct order from Sirius made it unable to resist, so it curled up into a ball, put its wet face between its knees, and began to rock back and forth.
When it started talking, it was in a low, muffled voice, but it was audible quite clearly in the quiet, echoey kitchen.
"The irresponsible Master Sirius escaped--"
Kreacher's first words made Sirius's face darken, but Amosta and Remus stopped him from getting angry with their eyes at the same time.
"--His behavior broke the mistress's heart, but Master Regulus has self-respect, and he knows what the name Black and his pure blood mean.
For many years, he often talked about the Dark Lord, who wanted wizards to stop hiding and come out to rule Muggles and their descendants. Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord's organization when he was sixteen. So proud, so happy to serve the Dark Lord—"
snort!
Sirius sneered contemptuously, but there was endless sadness in his eyes.
"Tell the important point."
Amosta interrupted Kreacher from singing praises for Regulus and praising the Dark Lord.
"Let us understand what happened in the simplest way possible, Kreacher."
Kreacher shook his body in fear. As a magical creature, its 'spiritual sense' was sharper than that of ordinary wizards. He could vaguely feel that Amosta was different. What's more, this young man also had orders. its permissions.
"After that year, one day, Master Regulus came to see me, Kreacher, in the kitchen. Master Regulus liked it."
As if remembering Amosta's order, Kreacher shook his head and changed the topic with tears in his eyes.
"The Dark Lord needed an elf, and Master Regulus contributed Kreacher."
"What does Voldemort want with an elf?"
Remus couldn't help but ask, "Werewolves, giants, vampires, Death Eaters, and many dark creatures are supporters of Voldemort. He has no shortage of subordinates?"
Remus's doubts were soon answered. As the story continued, they seemed to follow Kreacher back many years ago to the large cave on the seaside where Muggles could not land.
Sirius's breathing gradually became heavier. He stared at Kreacher with a livid face, veins bulging on the back of his clenched fists, as if he wanted to rush forward and beat Kreacher at any time. Remus's expression was also more serious than ever. , due to a strange combination of circumstances, they learned about Voldemort's bizarre past, which may involve Voldemort's deepest secret.
The story of the young man named Regulus was indeed admirable, and Amosta couldn't help but admire him a little, but by the end of the story, he had already begun to think about other issues.
Dumbledore was looking for Voldemort's Horcruxes, and his method was to find clues about Voldemort's life in the wizarding world.
Hmm. Voldemort gave the notebook to Lucius Malfoy and asked Regulus Black to get involved in hiding the locket. Will he regard this as an employee benefit for everyone who is loyal to him? Are all the Death Eaters involved in this kind of thing?
As he said this, Amosta couldn't understand this behavior.
He has never made a Horcrux, but if he wants to make a Horcrux, he will definitely not reveal the location of his soul everywhere. Maybe, he will stuff the fragments of his soul into an inconspicuous stone, and then quietly sink it. Into the Mariana Trench
Maybe, his soul split so many times that it caused problems with his thinking?
"-Master Regulus took out a locket from his pocket, just like the Dark Lord's."
Kreacher looked at the locket in Amosta's hand, tears streaming down both sides of his long nose.
"He told Kreacher to hold it while the stone basin dried and then replace the locket."
Kreacher's sobs became thick and harsh, requiring Remus and Sirius to concentrate hard to understand his words.
"He ordered - Kreacher to leave - leave him alone, he would not let Kreacher tell the mistress what he had done - but to destroy the Dark Lord's locket. Kreacher switched the locket - I watched helplessly as the young master was dragged underwater. And then oh!"
Kreacher threw himself on the table, making a bullfrog-like noise at the top of his lungs, and howled loudly.
The candles on the candlestick were extinguished one by one as Kreacher recounted the past, and now only one was left, emitting a wavering light.
Sirius's face turned pale, and his eyes were as blank as if he was under the Imperius Curse.
"Then have you tried destroying the locket, Kreacher."
Remus stretched out his hand, but the moment he touched it, Kreacher ducked away as if he had received an electric shock. With tears in his eyes, he muttered,
"The despicable wolf touched Kreacher, and Kreacher didn't allow it. What would the mistress say?"
Remus couldn't make any other expression except a wry smile.
"answer the questions--"
Amosta stared at the circle of runic symbols on the face of the locket with a thoughtful expression.
Hogwarts is the academic forefront of today's magical world. The interpretation of ancient runes is undoubtedly the closest to the truth. However, even the wizards who know the runes best do not dare to say that this ancient era may contain special information. Magic words with ordinary magic power can achieve omniscience and omniscience.
Amosta did not recognize the meaning of this circle of mysterious symbols, but he was indeed familiar with these words, because he had kept Ravenclaw's diadem in his hands for some days before, and he had seen and painted on it. Similar characters.
Sirius' expression froze, and he ordered Kreacher to answer Remus' question in a babble-like tone. Then, Kreacher howled in agony while holding back his sobs.
"Kreacher couldn't leave a trace on it. He tried many methods but couldn't succeed. Kreacher punished himself, tried again, and punished himself again, but it still didn't work. There are so many powerful magics on the box. Kreacher believed that It can only be destroyed from within. Kreacher failed to carry out his orders, Kreacher failed to destroy the locket, Kreacher failed Master Regulus."
"How dare you keep mentioning Regulus!"
Sirius suddenly exploded. If Remus hadn't stopped him in time, he would have strangled Kreacher to death.
"Why didn't you tell me all this then, Kreacher, why!
He was only seventeen years old at the time, just coming of age, and yet you just watched him being dragged down! "
(End of chapter)
