Chapter 139 Three people suddenly appeared

Sirius was not surprised that Kreacher escaped.

Because Kreacher is a house elf.

A short magical creature with thin arms and legs, a big head, big eyes, big pointed ears like a bat, and a very high-pitched voice.

They have their own magic. Although they appear very weak, their magic power is very powerful.

Can easily cast spells without a wand and can teleport to places where wizards cannot apparate.

Voldemort even looked down on Muggles, let alone elves who regarded wizards' orders as the highest law and were as humble as dirt. It would never have occurred to him that the elf might have magic that he didn't have.

Sirius just wanted the little monster in front of him to pay for his brother's life.

Kreacher's eyes trembled, and his slender hands reached for his neck.

Sirius looked at this scene with a grin of pleasure.

House elves are servants of wizards, usually found in ancient wizarding families living in exquisite residences such as manors. They must obey all requests of their masters, members of the family, including death.

Even if he was just Kreacher's former master.

But in Kreacher's mind, he was still serving the Black family.

It's just that he changed from the prodigal son to Miss Sissi.

Therefore, Kreacher could only obey his orders.

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Lupine pulled out his wand in time, and a blue light hit Kreacher.

He looked at Sirius, "Are you crazy? This is a life. And if you really think like you do, how come Kreacher is still alive? Shouldn't he be killed by Voldemort?"

Faced with Lupin's persuasion, Sirius's IQ regained the high ground.

He breathed heavily and calmed slightly, "Kreacher, don't kill yourself, keep talking."

After waving his wand, another flash of blue light flashed, and Kreacher regained control of his body.

Kreacher sobbed again, "Master Regulus is very worried, very worried."

Kreacher hissed, "Regulus told Kreacher to hide and not leave the house."

"Then...after a while...one night, Master Regulus came to the cupboard and found Kreacher. Master Regulus looked strange, not like his usual self. Kreacher could see what was going on in his mind. It was very chaotic...The young master asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, the same cave where Kreacher and the Dark Lord went..."

So off they went, Sirius' lips quivering and turning white.

He could clearly imagine what kind of courage his younger brother, who was timid and worshiped Voldemort, had to go to the cave with an elf.

But no one knew about Regulus' sacrifice.

He disappeared without a sound.

Sirius also always believed that his stupid brother was killed under Voldemort's instructions. Because Regulus is not that important yet, Voldemort needs to kill him personally. It's more likely that he wants to quit out of fear of what he's being asked to do. And then died.

My stupid parents don't know either. They thought until their death that their son was a complete Death Eater, a son they considered worthy of bragging.

Not even Voldemort knew that he had an insignificant follower who dared to rebel against him. Because Kreacher was alive and Voldemort did not target the Black family after Regulus disappeared, then Regulus did not just bump into Voldemort and die when he went to the cave.

Sirius looked at the crying Kreacher with a complicated expression. Before this, he had never regarded Kreacher as a creature with the same sensitive emotions as humans. He saw Kreacher more as the embodiment of the old Black, something he hated and ignored, a servant worth noting.

He suddenly realized that he might really be wrong, just like what Harry said.

The students of dark Slytherin also have their great heroes, and the glorious Gryffindor also has their dirty traitors.

He was not brave, not nearly as brave as Regulus.

He simply rebelled, ran away from home, and neglected all responsibilities.

Regulus, on the other hand, hid everything, including the change in his thoughts.

Let Kreacher and the Black scum keep the old idea of ​​being purebloods - just to be safer.

Sirius wiped his tears, lowered his head and asked: "Did he, my brother, drink that magic potion? That potion that makes people fall into hallucinations and make their internal organs feel like they are on fire? And then he died of poisoning?"

Kreacher nodded and burst into tears.

"Re-Master Regulus took out a locket from his pocket, just like the Dark Lord's," Kreacher said, tears streaming down the sides of his long nose. "His name was Kreacher. Hold it until the stone basin is dry, then change the locket..."

Kreacher's sobs became thick and harsh, and Sirius and the others had to concentrate to understand his words.

"He ordered - Kreacher to go - leave him alone. He told Kreacher - to go home - not to say anything to the mistress - what he had done - but to destroy - the first locket. Then He drank it—drank the potion—Kreacher replaced the locket—and watched... Master Regulus... being dragged underwater... and then..."

Sirius fell to his knees and hammered the ground with his hand, "I am an idiot! I should be the one chosen to be a Death Eater! I should stand in front of him and protect him from the wind and rain!"

Tears fell like raindrops on the green carpet.

Lupine's eyes were slightly red and he put his arm around Sirius' shoulders.

"Oh, Kreacher!" cried Dobby, and he cried, kneeling beside Kreacher and wanting to hug him.

Kreacher immediately stood up and hid behind him, with obvious disgust, "Kreacher doesn't get close to freaks who want wages."

"If the freak touches Kreacher, and Kreacher doesn't allow it, what will the mistress say?"

Sirius took a deep breath, "That's enough, Kreacher! Don't mention that crazy woman! It was her ideas that killed Regulus, don't you understand?"

He struggled to stand up from Lupin's arms, looked at Kreacher who looked unconvinced, and felt strangely soft in his heart, "Okay. She is not a crazy woman."

"So, you brought the locket home," he continued, determined to understand the whole story, "did you try to destroy it?"

"Kreacher couldn't leave any trace on it." The elf said sadly, "Kreacher tried all the methods, all the methods, but none of them succeeded..."

"There are so many powerful magics on the box. Kreacher believes that it can only be destroyed from the inside, but it cannot be opened..."

"Kreacher punished himself, tried again, punished himself, tried again. Kreacher failed to carry out the order, Kreacher could not destroy the locket!"

"The mistress is mad with grief, because Master Regulus is missing, and Kreacher can't tell her what happened, not because Master Regulus forbids—forbids him from speaking to the family—the family— What happened in the cave..."

Kreacher burst into tears.

"I'll come! I'll destroy it for Regulus! Where is it?" Sirius clenched the wand tightly, his fingertips turned white, and he couldn't wait to look around, "It must still be at the Black house. Dobby mistakenly thought You’re going to take it away, but you’re actually going to destroy it.”

Crack!

Kreacher's body that fell to the ground suddenly appeared in front of a dark door in the corner opposite the food room.

He couldn't wait to hold out his injured finger, "Here~"

The door opened suddenly, affected by the magic of the elf.

That's a cupboard.

Sirius had never been here before.

Most of the cabinet was taken up by an old-fashioned large boiler, but in a foot-wide space under the pipe, Kreacher made a nest for himself. There were various rags and smelly old blankets piled on the floor. The small sunken space in the middle was where Kreacher curled up and slept every night.

Bread crumbs and moldy cheese were scattered everywhere.

In the back corner were some shiny baubles and coins, and some silver picture frames with broken glass.

"Are they here?" Sirius couldn't laugh or cry. He had thought he had thrown them away long ago.

However, he felt like vomiting.

There was a picture frame that Kreacher clearly loved, placed at the front, with the glass clumsily taped up with magic tape.

And there was a person inside looking at him proudly, with dark skin and swollen eyelids, his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange, who was as crazy as his mother.

"You idiot, putting Bella's picture next to Regulus's stuff? That's so ironic, for both of them." Sirius sighed.

He felt like he was going to be angry for the rest of his life.

The old blanket had been moved by Kreacher using elf magic, revealing what was hidden underneath.

A locket.

The locket was sparkling with gold, and was inlaid with equally sparkling emeralds, forming a snake-shaped 's'.

"By the way, Kreacher." Sirius turned his head, "If you don't mind if I destroy it, I can destroy all your things together."

Kreacher shook his head without hesitation, "Kreacher doesn't mind!"

He didn't mind even if it contained his favorite photo, the Black family treasure.

"Okay! Lupin, I'll teach you a good magic to deal with dark magic items-Fire! There are very few things that can resist it." Sirius licked his lips, "There are no shortcomings except that it is difficult to control. This doesn't count either. What a disadvantage. A speeding Harley is just as difficult to control.”

"You'd better stop." Lupine stopped Sirius. "We need to find out what it is."

"This will make Regulus's sacrifice worthwhile."

Sirius frowned, "Looking for Dumbledore? He is said to have gone to France with that handsome boy named Badger Granger. To Nick Flamel's place."

Lupine: "Isn't this better? There will be things that Flamel doesn't know about? What's more, this is obviously an old thing, maybe it's something from the same era as him."

Sirius: "Okay."

Kreacher: "Kreacher knows that prodigal sons are unreliable. Mistress! Kreacher is really old, and his thinking is so slow that he would believe a scumbag who betrays the family!"

Sirius paid no attention to Kreacher's slander. Just as he saw Harry as the continuation of James, he now saw Kreacher as the continuation of Regulus.

He touched his chin, "Then let's go to France?"

"No need." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded from their ears.

With a coo, a moon-white snowy owl appeared in the air.

Along with a strange, echoing sound of water coming out, a gray ripple emerged from the air.

It gradually spread and formed a light gate.

Three figures walked out.

"Bajir?" Sirius recognized the leader immediately.

His golden hair seemed to illuminate the dim boiler room like the sun, and the snowy owl flew to his shoulder affectionately.

"Is this Fanta? How come its fur color has changed after not seeing it for a few days?" Sirius rubbed his eyes, and he looked at the two people beside Basil.

Both of them were tall and thin.

One had silver hair and gray eyes, and wore a simple white robe.

One had reddish-brown hair, blue eyes, and wore familiar half-moon glasses. His nose was twisted and had been broken at least three times. The robe on his body was brightly colored and embroidered with eye-catching sunflowers.

"Dumbledore?" Sirius asked tentatively.

No one else could look like Albus Dumbledore in this outfit.

"I'm glad you recognized me." Dumbledore said gently.

"Who are you?" Lupin on the side looked at the young man with silver hair and gray eyes, smiling, but his eyes were emotionless.

The young man shrugged, "I am Nick Flamel. The man who knows everything in your eyes."

It all started 30 minutes ago.

Bagir deliberately sent all the prisoners to Tonks' compartment.

Tonks is the Mystique of the wizarding world. With her, you have all the beauties.

Bagir is very interested in her.

Just as he was stroking his chin and thinking about how to meet Tonks, he thought of Lupin.

Then he found this interesting scene in the Black mansion.

So, he found Dumbledore and Flamel.

"I found a very interesting dream, do you want to see it?"

And the way to watch it is by taking them into an eternal dream platform.

He did not make the Fanta card that would become the dream owl.

Dream walking has long surpassed its original appearance in the hands of Bajir.

Relying on the wizard's magic that can continuously output eternal existence, the vast emotional energy, Michael and the murder house as energy wells, and the fairy tale magic "wish".

The process that takes thousands of years to complete is ignored.

[Dream fragments] piled up one by one, with stars in the dark ‘sea’, and a sun that was always shining and hot appeared.

And in this sun, Basil reflected everything that happened in the Black mansion.

Just now, when Sirius said he was going to France, Basil summoned Fanta and led Dumbledore and Flamel to appear in front of Sirius and others in a more ceremonial way.

——

"What is this?" Sirius asked nervously. He was worried that this thing was not precious, and if so, it would make his brother look like a joke.

Flamel looked at the appearance of the locket, "This is the legacy of Slytherin. Sphinx Gaunt once showed it off to me. Well, when I was 156 years old."

Dumbledore looked at the essence of the locket, and the sacred magnetic field touched its surface instead of his hands, feet and eyes.

Soon, he smiled.