Chapter 361 Dog Tag

So, Kreacher sobbed and began his story.

From Regulus asking him to help the Dark Lord, to how he returned to the Black Mansion with great difficulty, and then to how he took Regulus back to the Dark Lord's cave.

Blake's mood was ups and downs, and his breathing could not help but become a little heavier.

"You can bring him back." Sirius said, and then he sobbed, "Kreacher, you can bring him back..."

Kreacher's eyes widened, and without saying a word, he hit his head on the coffee table. Robert quickly stood up and tried to stop him, but saw Sirius lifting Kreacher and yelling at him, "It's Regulus." I told you not to bring him back! You idiot!"

Kreacher's body stiffened, he forgot to cry, and stared blankly at Sirius.

After yelling, Sirius cried again, "That idiot, why are you so stupid! Does he think everything is over when he dies? Idiot!"

Then the master and the servant hugged each other and cried loudly.

The two of them cried so heart-shatteringly that Principal Dumbledore was stunned. He leaned next to Robert and asked in a low voice, "Have they always been like this?"

Robert looked miserable, "It started like this three days ago."

Headmaster Dumbledore smashed his mouth.

Robert understood exactly what he was trying to say.

Bastard! When you do this, I don't know whether I should feel sad or want to laugh! I always feel that no matter what expression I make, I feel sorry for Regulus!

But the principal was the principal after all. He adjusted his mentality after a while and said hesitantly, "Well, Mr. Leslie, although you already know some things, I still want to ask you."

Robert sat up straight and looked obedient.

"How did you discover Kreacher's secret?"

How did you discover it?

Well……

Robert thought for a moment, and it was a bit far-fetched to say that he discovered it himself, but...

"Actually, you didn't find anything at the beginning, right?" Robert thought for a while, "I just wanted to ease the relationship between the two of them, you know..." He pointed at the still sobbing master and servant with a tangled look on his face. People, "The 'I care about you very much, but I just won't tell you' look on their faces almost drove me crazy."

Principal Dumbledore blinked, "Oh, although I didn't see that situation, I can imagine what it was like, but getting people drunk is not a good behavior."

Robert scratched his head in embarrassment, "Well, actually I just think that if you drink too much, the barriers that still exist will disappear, and maybe it will help their communication, but..."

He swallowed, "The effect seems to be a bit too good."

How many tears did Sirius and Kreacher have to shed?

Robert held his head and groaned, you two, stop it! I'm going crazy!

"Well..." Principal Dumbledore tapped his wand, and the two people who were still crying finally calmed down.

Kreacher was held in Sirius's arms like a rag doll. Sirius didn't care at all that his sticky green snot was all over him. He was still grieving.

"Okay Black, you have to be strong in front of the younger generations." Dumbledore scolded him a little, then softened his tone, "Congratulations on finding the whereabouts of Regulus. He is a true hero."

Although his eyes were so red and swollen that he could hardly open them, Sirius still shed tears, "He, he is an idiot! Who allowed him to act like a hero! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"

With that said, he stood up, "No, I feel very uneasy when I think of Regulus's body still at the bottom of the lake! I want to bring him back! And his necklace! If Voldemort finds out, Merlin! He will definitely Cut Regulus' body into pieces!"

Blake grew restless.

Robert looked at him and then at the locket on the table. Could it be that this thing was causing trouble?

"Sirius, your current health is not suitable for going out." Principal Dumbledore's tone was still calm, "I hope you can recharge your batteries, and then we will go together to bring Regulus back. You have to believe that we can do it. at this point."

Blake grabbed his hair in annoyance, as if he wanted to refute. However, very suddenly, he felt a chill pass through his heart. Anxiety, uneasiness, fear, etc., all bad emotions disappeared completely.

He shuddered, "What, what's wrong?" He was surprised to find that there was a metal card the size of a playing card in his hand.

"This thing is weird. It has been emitting magical fluctuations that stir people's hearts." Robert picked up the quill and explained, "I am currently drawing a magic circle to temporarily confine the magic inside."

"Um, I wanted to ask what this thing is." Blake raised the sign in his hand awkwardly, "Did you make this thing?"

"Oh, I borrowed some books from the library before and carved the concentration circle randomly." Robert finished drawing the last stroke, and the tabletop lit up with a faint silver light. Then, it seemed as if someone let out an angry and unwilling roar, and then returned to calm. .

Blake smacked his lips, "Is this how alchemists draw magic circles everywhere?"

"Of course not... I am different." Robert said casually without any intention of explaining, "What's wrong?"

Sirius touched his chin, "Well, what about that? I want to ask if there is anything like this that you can carry with you..."

Robert looked curious, "What do you want to do with the concentration circle you carry with you?"

The uncle looked embarrassed and his eyes were wandering.

Well, the other party didn't want to say anything, so Robert didn't ask any more questions. He rummaged around in his pocket and took out some pendants, with metal pieces of different sizes hanging from them. "If you want to carry it with you, I prefer pendants." This kind of thing.”

Blake curiously picked up a piece of metal and played with it. He found that this thing was a little different from ordinary metal cards, but he couldn't tell what the difference was.

"This is a specially made metal sheet using a special technique. It is used to carve the magic circle to increase the transmission speed of magic power and make the magic circle work faster. It is the best material to carve a functional magic circle." Robert explained, "You Choose a piece.”

Then this guy picked "dog tags."

It is a long chain, a short chain, and two metal plaques with sound-absorbing pads hanging from the bottom. It is a must-have item for American soldiers.

Although Robert's one doesn't need a sound deadening pad.

Robert was stunned. I had so many pendants, why did you just choose this one?

Is this the guidance of fate? !

Sirius was dumbfounded by what he saw, and he subconsciously touched his nose, "What, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing..." Robert looked away. Uncle Gou's dog tags seemed to match?