Chapter 527 [2-in-1] Kreacher and Regulus
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
The rest of the meeting was shrouded in mystery, and no one except Hermione knew about it.
At two o'clock in the night, Hermione and Soul returned to NO.12 Grimmauld Place.
"Then I'll have to worry about you after school starts." Soul said with a chuckle when he parted with Hermione.
Hermione blushed, patted Soul gently, but said nothing, opened the door and entered the bedroom, but before Soul could turn around, she walked out.
"Ginny isn't here," she said with a blush on her face.
[I want to face the wall crookedly...]
At this moment, Sirius's roar came from upstairs.
I vaguely heard him saying---'Kreacher, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise I will kick you out of this house as the owner! '
Soul and Hermione looked at each other, what happened while they were away?
The scene turned to the third floor, and the room was full of people. The Weasley family, Harry, and Sirius were all here, and they gathered around Soul's bed.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, "I heard Sirius's voice downstairs."
Ginny, who was standing behind the crowd, turned around when she heard the sound, "Sul is back, Jean, where have you been? I just looked for you several times..."
"Hermione and I went for a walk." Suer naturally couldn't say that he and Hermione were taken away by the old bee's phoenix to discuss things, so he made an excuse at random.
People made a way, and Soul and Hermione could clearly see Sirius standing in front of the bed angrily, and Kreacher, who was being stared at fiercely by Sirius.
Suer's luggage and bed were turned over in a mess, and books were scattered on the floor.
Kreacher lowered his head deeply and said nothing, his body trembling slightly.
"Thul, come here and take a look. Is there anything missing? This is the first time I've seen a house elf that steals guests' things!"
Sirius angrily kicked Kreacher hard. Kreacher's body tilted violently, and his head hit the edge of the bed. His head was bruised and dark green blood flowed out, but he didn't say a word and got up again.
"Kreacher didn't steal anything. Kreacher doesn't steal anything. Kreacher just wants to get his things back."
"Still quibbling?!" Sirius raised his feet again.
"Stop, Sirius." Hermione couldn't help but said.
Soul didn't even look at the messy luggage on the bed. He had already guessed what Kreacher wanted to find, but unfortunately, he had always carried that item with him.
"Are you looking for this? Kreacher." Soul hooked his fingers on the chain of the locket and took it out of his pocket. The rectangular locket was swinging in the air.
Kreacher became excited all of a sudden, his voice was sharp and harsh, "Give it back to Kreacher, this belongs to Kreacher, it's..."
"Shut up, Kreacher, this doesn't belong to you!" Sirius shouted angrily, "If it belongs to you, why don't you put it away properly?!"
"No, no, Kreacher didn't expect that the prodigal son would bring a group of people to the old master's house and allow them to come here to make trouble. Kreacher couldn't think of a way but to leave it there." Kreacher wailed sharply. Call,
"This is a task given to Kreacher by the master. Kreacher is useless. Kreacher has betrayed the master's trust."
As he spoke, Kreacher began to dig into the bleeding wound with his sharp nails.
"Oh, God. Stop it, Kreacher, you're going to kill yourself!" Hermione shouted.
But Kreacher seemed not to hear it and kept mutilating himself.
"Stop, Kreacher." Soul took a breath. He was still thinking about whether to reveal this dusty past.
To be honest, this has nothing to do with him. It just happens that such a thing happens, so let's just go with the flow.
"I can give it back to you."
As if these words were magical, Kreacher's movements immediately stopped.
Half self-blame and half hatred, his eyes as big as lightbulbs looked straight at the locket hooked by Sur's finger.
"But please tell me clearly whose collection this locket belongs to."
Kreacher stiffened, and he shook his head vigorously, "No, Kreacher can't say it. This is what the master has told me, and he told Kreacher not to say it, great, great --- Master Regulus. ..."
Before he finished speaking, Kreacher suddenly stopped. His chest heaved violently, and he let out a pitiful scream before slamming his head against the edge of the bed.
"Quickly imprison it!" Sur quickly used magic to stop its self-mutilation behavior.
Kreacher paused and his whole body fell straight down and hit the floor with a 'thud' sound.
"Calm down, Kreacher, you just mentioned a name." Sur squatted down, and the locket was right in front of Kreacher's eyeballs that could still move.
"Regulus, who is he?"
Kreacher's big eyes were suddenly filled with tears.
"It's my brother." Sirius suddenly said in a complicated voice, "My biological brother, a purebred Slytherin, the pride of my parents."
"A Death Eater too."
"I see. So, Kreacher, if you can calm down, can you tell us about the relationship between this locket and Regulus Black?"
Soul looked at Kreacher calmly, "If you can, just roll your eyes and I can lift the spell for you."
Kreacher was just imprisoned and unable to move, his chest was still heaving violently, and tears were pouring out of his eyes.
After a long time, it calmed down and rolled its eyes.
"Very good." Suer nodded, "The curse will stop immediately."
Kreacher's body suddenly lay on the ground like a puddle of soft mud. He buried his head underneath and remained silent.
"I order you----" Sirius became impatient.
"Quiet, Sirius." Soul raised his eyes and glared at Sirius.
Sirius pursed his lips, but he did not react against Soul's almost commanding tone. Everyone in the room looked at Kreacher on the floor.
For a moment, there was only the sound of Kreacher's trachea rupturing, and the wound on its head was gurgling with dark green blood.
Soul waited patiently.
After about a few minutes, Kreacher sat up, hugging his knees with his hands and burying his head between his legs. His forehead was stained with dark green blood from the wound.
It said sadly, with a strong sadness in its tone, "The locket was given to me by Master Regulus. He is kind, brave, and the glory of the Black family."
Sirius couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Master Regulus asked Kreacher to destroy the locket, but Kreacher couldn't do it. Kreacher used many methods, poison, fire, and used the old master's cherished sword to break it, but they all failed. Thunder Master Gulus trusts me and trusts Kreacher to destroy it."
"Kreacher betrayed the young master's trust..."
"Kreacher, I'm sorry, Master..."
"I don't want to hear your nonsense..." Sirius became irritable again, and Soul stared with death again...
Sirius made a gesture of pulling the zipper with his hands and shut up.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Soul, it was just that besides Soul, Mrs. Weasley also gave him a look that told him to shut up.
Sirius was quiet so the conversation could continue. Soul turned to look at Kreacher and spoke softly.
"Can you tell me in detail? Kreacher, tell the story. Regulus asked you to destroy this locket. Then, why did he ask you to destroy this locket? Tell it and we can help you. .”
Kreacher raised his head and looked at Soul, then buried it deeper, and his voice became duller.
"Master Regulus, he is a good boy."
"Old Master, what they are most proud of is that the young master was recognized by the Dark Lord when he was 16 years old, and was branded with the mark of the Dark Lord. Just like Miss Bellatrix, he became the glory of the entire family... .”
"Kreacher thinks so too. Master Regulus is the best heir in the history of the Black family. There is no doubt about it."
"Tell the important point!" Sirius couldn't help but speak again.
But no one paid attention to him, including Kreacher, even though Sirius was now his only master.
Kreacher remembered the days when Regulus was still alive, and the sadness in its eyes disappeared and shone brightly.
But soon, the light dimmed.
"During that time, Master Regulus was very busy. Kreacher rarely saw Master Regulus come back to enjoy the food Kreacher prepared for him. The old master also often said that Master Regulus was working for the great As a family member, they should not stand in his way as he strives for his goals."
Speaking of this, Su Er couldn't help but complain in his heart.
That great Dark Lord, His Highness Luo Dan, seems to be a mixed race?
"But that day, Kreacher was extremely happy because Master Regulus finally came home. A year after he left the Black family, Master Regulus came to the kitchen to visit Kreacher - he liked Kreacher Yep, yes, Master Regulus has always liked Kreacher----"
"Kreacher is willing to dedicate himself to Master Regulus, even if it costs Kreacher's life. This is Kreacher's greatest wish."
"Kreacher is so happy. Master Regulus said that the Dark Lord needs an elf."
"Voldemort needs an elf..." Hermione, who was listening silently to the story, suddenly said.
Kreacher glanced at Hermione and then at Soul. It could be seen that it didn't want to answer Hermione's question, but in the end he nodded.
"Yes, Master Regulus contributed Kreacher to the Dark Lord."
"Then, Kreacher, what does Voldemort need an elf for?" Soul asked softly. The key to the story was about to come.
Recalling that experience, Kreacher's face showed deep fear, even though more than ten years had passed since the incident.
"It's so scary..." Kreacher spoke in a trembling voice about the island that looked like a skeleton, the dilapidated ships, and the huge stone basin in the cave on the island.
"The Dark Lord asked Kreacher to drink up all the potion in the stone basin. Kreacher listened to Master Regulus. Master Regulus asked Kreacher to obey the Dark Lord completely, so Kreacher drank up all the potion. "
"The Dark Lord placed a locket in the stone basin, then waved his wand, and the terrible potion filled the stone basin again. The Dark Lord laughed and left, leaving Kreacher behind. There."
"Then what?" Harry couldn't help but asked.
"Then..." Kreacher shivered fiercely, "Then Kreacher was too thirsty, and that terrible potion was burning in Kreacher's body. Kreacher hurt so much that he wanted to go into the water. , drink water in big gulps..."
"But the Dark Lord put a lot of inferi in the water...Kreacher understands that the Dark Lord wants Kreacher to become an inferi as well."
"Inferi!" Ron couldn't help but exclaimed.
"What is it?" Harry was a little confused.
Regarding things in the wizarding world, even though Harry is about to become a fifth grader after this summer vacation, he still doesn't know as much as people like Ron, whose native family is a wizard.
"It is a taboo, Harry." Mr. Weasley said in a deep voice, "A non-existence that is summoned by black magic, controlled by black magic, has no life, soul and mind."
"Then, how did you escape?" Hermione asked again.
"Because Master Regulus wants Kreacher to come home."
A smile appeared on Kreacher's lips and he murmured,
"Following the master's orders is the highest law for house elves, so Kreacher went home..."
"Master Regulus was extremely surprised. He was holding Kreacher's clothes and was feeling sad for Kreacher. Yes, Kreacher saw the tears in the corners of the young master's eyes."
"You told Regulus everything, didn't you?" Thor asked softly.
"Yes." Kreacher nodded and said hoarsely, "Master Regulus asked Kreacher to hide at home, not to show his face, and not to tell anyone that Kreacher has returned."
"Kreacher was obedient. Kreacher found a way to hide himself. The old master didn't even notice Kreacher." Kreacher shook his ears happily, and then his ears drooped down again.
"After a while, Master Regulus returned to the kitchen and found Kreacher...and asked Kreacher to take him to the cave where the Dark Lord took Kreacher."
Kreacher's tone became sad, and his eyes as big as lightbulbs quickly filled with tears, and each drop fell on the floor along his thin cheeks.
"Kreacher took Master Regulus... to the cave..." Kreacher recalled that day, covered his face and started sobbing.
"And what?!" Harry urged.
Kreacher sobbed for a while before he stopped crying. "Master Regulus took out a locket from his pocket. It was the same as the Dark Lord's. He asked Kreacher to hold it and wait until it was in the stone basin. When the potion goes missing, replace the locket."
"Kreacher is unwilling. Kreacher wants to drink the potion on behalf of Master Regulus. Kreacher has already drank it once..."
"But Regulus ordered Kreacher not to move... told Kreacher to leave him alone, and then he drank--" Kreacher burst into tears again, "Drank up the potion--- Kreacher replaced the locket---"
"Watching helplessly Mr. Thunder---Master Regulus being---being--"
At two o'clock in the night, Hermione and Soul returned to NO.12 Grimmauld Place.
"Then I'll have to worry about you after school starts." Soul said with a chuckle when he parted with Hermione.
Hermione blushed, patted Soul gently, but said nothing, opened the door and entered the bedroom, but before Soul could turn around, she walked out.
"Ginny isn't here," she said with a blush on her face.
[I want to face the wall crookedly...]
At this moment, Sirius's roar came from upstairs.
I vaguely heard him saying---'Kreacher, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise I will kick you out of this house as the owner! '
Soul and Hermione looked at each other, what happened while they were away?
The scene turned to the third floor, and the room was full of people. The Weasley family, Harry, and Sirius were all here, and they gathered around Soul's bed.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, "I heard Sirius's voice downstairs."
Ginny, who was standing behind the crowd, turned around when she heard the sound, "Sul is back, Jean, where have you been? I just looked for you several times..."
"Hermione and I went for a walk." Suer naturally couldn't say that he and Hermione were taken away by the old bee's phoenix to discuss things, so he made an excuse at random.
People made a way, and Soul and Hermione could clearly see Sirius standing in front of the bed angrily, and Kreacher, who was being stared at fiercely by Sirius.
Suer's luggage and bed were turned over in a mess, and books were scattered on the floor.
Kreacher lowered his head deeply and said nothing, his body trembling slightly.
"Thul, come here and take a look. Is there anything missing? This is the first time I've seen a house elf that steals guests' things!"
Sirius angrily kicked Kreacher hard. Kreacher's body tilted violently, and his head hit the edge of the bed. His head was bruised and dark green blood flowed out, but he didn't say a word and got up again.
"Kreacher didn't steal anything. Kreacher doesn't steal anything. Kreacher just wants to get his things back."
"Still quibbling?!" Sirius raised his feet again.
"Stop, Sirius." Hermione couldn't help but said.
Soul didn't even look at the messy luggage on the bed. He had already guessed what Kreacher wanted to find, but unfortunately, he had always carried that item with him.
"Are you looking for this? Kreacher." Soul hooked his fingers on the chain of the locket and took it out of his pocket. The rectangular locket was swinging in the air.
Kreacher became excited all of a sudden, his voice was sharp and harsh, "Give it back to Kreacher, this belongs to Kreacher, it's..."
"Shut up, Kreacher, this doesn't belong to you!" Sirius shouted angrily, "If it belongs to you, why don't you put it away properly?!"
"No, no, Kreacher didn't expect that the prodigal son would bring a group of people to the old master's house and allow them to come here to make trouble. Kreacher couldn't think of a way but to leave it there." Kreacher wailed sharply. Call,
"This is a task given to Kreacher by the master. Kreacher is useless. Kreacher has betrayed the master's trust."
As he spoke, Kreacher began to dig into the bleeding wound with his sharp nails.
"Oh, God. Stop it, Kreacher, you're going to kill yourself!" Hermione shouted.
But Kreacher seemed not to hear it and kept mutilating himself.
"Stop, Kreacher." Soul took a breath. He was still thinking about whether to reveal this dusty past.
To be honest, this has nothing to do with him. It just happens that such a thing happens, so let's just go with the flow.
"I can give it back to you."
As if these words were magical, Kreacher's movements immediately stopped.
Half self-blame and half hatred, his eyes as big as lightbulbs looked straight at the locket hooked by Sur's finger.
"But please tell me clearly whose collection this locket belongs to."
Kreacher stiffened, and he shook his head vigorously, "No, Kreacher can't say it. This is what the master has told me, and he told Kreacher not to say it, great, great --- Master Regulus. ..."
Before he finished speaking, Kreacher suddenly stopped. His chest heaved violently, and he let out a pitiful scream before slamming his head against the edge of the bed.
"Quickly imprison it!" Sur quickly used magic to stop its self-mutilation behavior.
Kreacher paused and his whole body fell straight down and hit the floor with a 'thud' sound.
"Calm down, Kreacher, you just mentioned a name." Sur squatted down, and the locket was right in front of Kreacher's eyeballs that could still move.
"Regulus, who is he?"
Kreacher's big eyes were suddenly filled with tears.
"It's my brother." Sirius suddenly said in a complicated voice, "My biological brother, a purebred Slytherin, the pride of my parents."
"A Death Eater too."
"I see. So, Kreacher, if you can calm down, can you tell us about the relationship between this locket and Regulus Black?"
Soul looked at Kreacher calmly, "If you can, just roll your eyes and I can lift the spell for you."
Kreacher was just imprisoned and unable to move, his chest was still heaving violently, and tears were pouring out of his eyes.
After a long time, it calmed down and rolled its eyes.
"Very good." Suer nodded, "The curse will stop immediately."
Kreacher's body suddenly lay on the ground like a puddle of soft mud. He buried his head underneath and remained silent.
"I order you----" Sirius became impatient.
"Quiet, Sirius." Soul raised his eyes and glared at Sirius.
Sirius pursed his lips, but he did not react against Soul's almost commanding tone. Everyone in the room looked at Kreacher on the floor.
For a moment, there was only the sound of Kreacher's trachea rupturing, and the wound on its head was gurgling with dark green blood.
Soul waited patiently.
After about a few minutes, Kreacher sat up, hugging his knees with his hands and burying his head between his legs. His forehead was stained with dark green blood from the wound.
It said sadly, with a strong sadness in its tone, "The locket was given to me by Master Regulus. He is kind, brave, and the glory of the Black family."
Sirius couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Master Regulus asked Kreacher to destroy the locket, but Kreacher couldn't do it. Kreacher used many methods, poison, fire, and used the old master's cherished sword to break it, but they all failed. Thunder Master Gulus trusts me and trusts Kreacher to destroy it."
"Kreacher betrayed the young master's trust..."
"Kreacher, I'm sorry, Master..."
"I don't want to hear your nonsense..." Sirius became irritable again, and Soul stared with death again...
Sirius made a gesture of pulling the zipper with his hands and shut up.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Soul, it was just that besides Soul, Mrs. Weasley also gave him a look that told him to shut up.
Sirius was quiet so the conversation could continue. Soul turned to look at Kreacher and spoke softly.
"Can you tell me in detail? Kreacher, tell the story. Regulus asked you to destroy this locket. Then, why did he ask you to destroy this locket? Tell it and we can help you. .”
Kreacher raised his head and looked at Soul, then buried it deeper, and his voice became duller.
"Master Regulus, he is a good boy."
"Old Master, what they are most proud of is that the young master was recognized by the Dark Lord when he was 16 years old, and was branded with the mark of the Dark Lord. Just like Miss Bellatrix, he became the glory of the entire family... .”
"Kreacher thinks so too. Master Regulus is the best heir in the history of the Black family. There is no doubt about it."
"Tell the important point!" Sirius couldn't help but speak again.
But no one paid attention to him, including Kreacher, even though Sirius was now his only master.
Kreacher remembered the days when Regulus was still alive, and the sadness in its eyes disappeared and shone brightly.
But soon, the light dimmed.
"During that time, Master Regulus was very busy. Kreacher rarely saw Master Regulus come back to enjoy the food Kreacher prepared for him. The old master also often said that Master Regulus was working for the great As a family member, they should not stand in his way as he strives for his goals."
Speaking of this, Su Er couldn't help but complain in his heart.
That great Dark Lord, His Highness Luo Dan, seems to be a mixed race?
"But that day, Kreacher was extremely happy because Master Regulus finally came home. A year after he left the Black family, Master Regulus came to the kitchen to visit Kreacher - he liked Kreacher Yep, yes, Master Regulus has always liked Kreacher----"
"Kreacher is willing to dedicate himself to Master Regulus, even if it costs Kreacher's life. This is Kreacher's greatest wish."
"Kreacher is so happy. Master Regulus said that the Dark Lord needs an elf."
"Voldemort needs an elf..." Hermione, who was listening silently to the story, suddenly said.
Kreacher glanced at Hermione and then at Soul. It could be seen that it didn't want to answer Hermione's question, but in the end he nodded.
"Yes, Master Regulus contributed Kreacher to the Dark Lord."
"Then, Kreacher, what does Voldemort need an elf for?" Soul asked softly. The key to the story was about to come.
Recalling that experience, Kreacher's face showed deep fear, even though more than ten years had passed since the incident.
"It's so scary..." Kreacher spoke in a trembling voice about the island that looked like a skeleton, the dilapidated ships, and the huge stone basin in the cave on the island.
"The Dark Lord asked Kreacher to drink up all the potion in the stone basin. Kreacher listened to Master Regulus. Master Regulus asked Kreacher to obey the Dark Lord completely, so Kreacher drank up all the potion. "
"The Dark Lord placed a locket in the stone basin, then waved his wand, and the terrible potion filled the stone basin again. The Dark Lord laughed and left, leaving Kreacher behind. There."
"Then what?" Harry couldn't help but asked.
"Then..." Kreacher shivered fiercely, "Then Kreacher was too thirsty, and that terrible potion was burning in Kreacher's body. Kreacher hurt so much that he wanted to go into the water. , drink water in big gulps..."
"But the Dark Lord put a lot of inferi in the water...Kreacher understands that the Dark Lord wants Kreacher to become an inferi as well."
"Inferi!" Ron couldn't help but exclaimed.
"What is it?" Harry was a little confused.
Regarding things in the wizarding world, even though Harry is about to become a fifth grader after this summer vacation, he still doesn't know as much as people like Ron, whose native family is a wizard.
"It is a taboo, Harry." Mr. Weasley said in a deep voice, "A non-existence that is summoned by black magic, controlled by black magic, has no life, soul and mind."
"Then, how did you escape?" Hermione asked again.
"Because Master Regulus wants Kreacher to come home."
A smile appeared on Kreacher's lips and he murmured,
"Following the master's orders is the highest law for house elves, so Kreacher went home..."
"Master Regulus was extremely surprised. He was holding Kreacher's clothes and was feeling sad for Kreacher. Yes, Kreacher saw the tears in the corners of the young master's eyes."
"You told Regulus everything, didn't you?" Thor asked softly.
"Yes." Kreacher nodded and said hoarsely, "Master Regulus asked Kreacher to hide at home, not to show his face, and not to tell anyone that Kreacher has returned."
"Kreacher was obedient. Kreacher found a way to hide himself. The old master didn't even notice Kreacher." Kreacher shook his ears happily, and then his ears drooped down again.
"After a while, Master Regulus returned to the kitchen and found Kreacher...and asked Kreacher to take him to the cave where the Dark Lord took Kreacher."
Kreacher's tone became sad, and his eyes as big as lightbulbs quickly filled with tears, and each drop fell on the floor along his thin cheeks.
"Kreacher took Master Regulus... to the cave..." Kreacher recalled that day, covered his face and started sobbing.
"And what?!" Harry urged.
Kreacher sobbed for a while before he stopped crying. "Master Regulus took out a locket from his pocket. It was the same as the Dark Lord's. He asked Kreacher to hold it and wait until it was in the stone basin. When the potion goes missing, replace the locket."
"Kreacher is unwilling. Kreacher wants to drink the potion on behalf of Master Regulus. Kreacher has already drank it once..."
"But Regulus ordered Kreacher not to move... told Kreacher to leave him alone, and then he drank--" Kreacher burst into tears again, "Drank up the potion--- Kreacher replaced the locket---"
"Watching helplessly Mr. Thunder---Master Regulus being---being--"
