Chapter 900: The Wild Family Style of the Black Family
Sirius looked at his mother falling in the portrait with complicated eyes.
He ran away from home at the age of 16 and was removed from the Black family tree, so his inheritance rights should have been stripped away long ago.
He originally thought that he was able to enter and leave the family vault in Gringotts because of his inseparable bloodline, but now it seems that it was because his inheritance rights had always been there.
"Stubborn old witch..."
Sirius turned and walked back, Kreacher following reluctantly.
When it saw Regulus's body, its large bloodshot eyes opened wide and almost popped out of its sockets.
With a plop, it knelt heavily on the worn-down carpet.
"Master Regulus..."
Tears welled up from under Kreacher's slack eyelids.
He crawled over with tears in his eyes.
Sirius kicked it away with a look of disgust, "Get out of here, useless thing!"
The muscles on Vincent and Harry's faces twitched wildly, and they looked at Dumbledore, who shrugged helplessly at them.
The Black family has a pretty wild style.
The yelling hostess was full of foul language, the house-elf was disrespectful to the family's only heir, and the eldest young master became extremely irritable after entering the house.
Kreacher, who was kicked down, got up and continued to cry and crawl towards Regulus.
Sirius hesitated and put his foot back down.
"stop!"
Kreacher seemed not to hear and crawled past him regardless.
Sirius raised his wand and lowered it again, walking quickly over.
"Master Regulus..." Kreacher stretched out his hand in front of him, as if he wanted to touch him.
"Kreacher thought that he would never be able to see you again in this life... in this life..."
Its hand was suspended in mid-air, never touching Regulus.
Sirius paused behind it with particular impatience.
Judging from his hand that was tightly holding the wand and seemed to be ready to move, it seemed that he would strike hard at any time.
Suddenly, Kreacher stopped crying and stared at the locket that Regulus wore on his chest with his big bloodshot eyes.
"This is impossible... Impossible..." It reached out to the locket with a trembling hand.
"That's enough!" Sirius kicked it to the ground, "You have no right to touch him!"
This time, Kreacher did not stand up immediately, but curled up on the ground with a look of fear on his face.
"Yes... Kreacher is not qualified... Kreacher did not complete what Master Regulus asked him to do... How could Kreacher be qualified..."
It kept repeating these two sentences, and its already gray eyes became even duller.
Sirius didn't bother to pay attention to it when he saw that it wasn't going crazy anymore.
He turned to the three people with an apologetic look on his face, "Sorry, I made you laugh."
Actually, it’s not that bad. After all, among the purebloods, there are the Gaunt family, a group of complete lunatics. Compared with them, the Black family is nothing.
"Come with me. Regulus and I both have rooms on the top floor, on the fifth floor."
At this moment, Kreacher suddenly hugged Sirius' legs tightly like crazy.
"Master Sirius, how did you find Master Regulus?"
Sirius tried to shake it off several times but failed, his face full of impatience, "It's in a black lake in a cave, let me go."
Kreacher still held his thigh tightly, "Lockette... the locket that Master Regulus was wearing..."
Sirius grabbed it by the neck and lifted it up, "You knew about the locket?"
Harry wanted to step forward to stop him, but Vincent put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head gently at him.
"Kreacher... Kreacher can't say..."
Sirius lifted it up in front of him with all his strength, "I am your master! I command you to tell the truth!"
Kreacher, looking in pain, stopped struggling.
The house-elf is bound by an ancient magical contract, preventing it from rebelling against its master, the sole heir of the Black family.
Sirius slammed it to the ground, "Speak now!"
Kreacher lay flat on his back, his hot tears soaking the worn-to-thin carpet.
"The locket... the locket was made by Master Regulus himself, according to... according to the one Kreacher saw... the one the Dark Lord had seen."
Sirius' eyes were red, and he shouted hysterically, "Have you seen the real locket? Speak! I command you to tell me everything!"
Kreacher groaned, "Yes, Master Sirius."
It sat up slowly, tears flowing down its shriveled face and onto its gray teeth.
"Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord's group when he was 16 years old. He was proud of it, proud, happy, and -"
"Get to the point!" Sirius was already extremely impatient. "I want to know why he made a fake locket!"
Kreacher curled up into a ball and placed his wet face between his knees.
"A year after Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord's group, one day he came downstairs to the kitchen to see Kreacher, and he said... he said..."
Before Sirius's patience ran out, Kreacher managed to speak out: "He says the Dark Lord needs a house-elf."
It paused, "Master Regulus took the initiative to recommend Kreacher. He said it was an honor, an honor that belonged to him and Kreacher. Kreacher must do whatever the Dark Lord ordered... and then return... home."
Its breathing became rapid. "So Kreacher came to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord did not tell Kreacher what to do. He just took Kreacher to a cave by the sea. There was a big black lake there..."
The four people who had just returned from the cave were all stunned.
"The Dark Lord and Kreacher took a boat to a small island. There was a stone basin filled with liquid. The Dark Lord asked Kreacher... asked Kreacher to drink it..."
It seems that the liquid in the stone basin is not highly poisonous, at least it can't kill the house-elves.
Kreacher was trembling all over. "Kreacher drank it, and saw terrible things when he drank it... Kreacher's body seemed to be on fire, and he was very thirsty... Kreacher cried for Master Regulus to save him, and he cried for his mistress, but the Dark Lord just laughed...
The Dark Lord told Kreacher to drink all the liquid...he placed a locket in the empty basin...and filled it up with more liquid.
And then the Dark… the Dark Lord rowed away, leaving Kreacher alone on the island."
What happened next was obvious. After drinking the liquid, Kreacher was very thirsty, and there was endless water in the Black Lake.
It's just that the Inferi at the bottom of the lake would drag it into the water, but because of Voldemort's arrogance, he ignored the magic of the house-elves, and the restrictions against wizards had no effect on it at all.
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