Chapter 1685: ?The secret of the past

Hermione looked at the professor with a numb look. For a while, she really didn't know how to react. Was she blatantly suggesting that she was killing someone?

Fortunately, Sirius came back at this moment, and behind him was a house-elf with an abominable face and muttering with his head down.

The super soldier has super hearing, she can barely hear it in the dead of night now, it seems to be swearing.

"The disgrace of the Black family...bringing outsiders home and soiling the house...and the Mudblood...If the madam finds out, she will be angry..."

Fortunately, Sirius directly kicked the elf:

"Shut up, Kreacher!"

"Okay, Master."

The old elf shivered a few times on the side of the road and closed his mouth, but by looking at the vicious eyes that turned around, he knew that the insult in his heart had never stopped.

Hermione took a closer look.

This house elf had no clothes except a dirty rag around his waist. The skin on his whole body seemed to be several times more than what he actually needed. The whole elf was wrinkled like a Shar Pei.

But the top of his head was bald, two large bat-like ears had a lot of white hair growing out of them, his eyes bulged and bloodshot, and his fleshy nose was huge, almost like a pig's nose.

He replied that Sirius' voice was as low as the croaking of a bullfrog, as if someone trapped at the bottom of a well was shouting upward.

Sirius brought his little elf to the side of the road, flirted with his long hair, and smiled apologetically at the master and apprentice:

"Let you laugh, my little elf is a freak who was brainwashed by my parents. He thinks about things like pure blood every day. His biggest wish is to be like his mother, whose head is cut off by the owner and mounted on a wooden board. , Hang in the stairwell of the old house."

For the house elves, this is the highest honor. They will ask the owner for this honor when they are too old to walk.

Only loyal and clever elves have such qualifications, which means that their souls will always serve their masters, and their heads will become the decoration of their masters. This is the unique national condition of Britain.

"It sounds sickly."

Hermione felt more sympathetic to the elf, and she couldn't help but say this, and at the same time cast a sympathetic look at the old elf.

But Kreacher gave her a vicious look and screamed: "Master Sirius, Kreacher is going back. The untouchables here have insulted the glory of the Black family when they see me."

"Shut up! I said shut up! You Death Eater scum! The Black family has long been dead, so what is the so-called glory?!" Sirius scolded Kreacher and rewarded him a few feet. It was finally quiet.

Sirius felt that he was losing face, and he didn't know what Professor Wilson was doing to see this lunatic elf. He gasped for breath, and it took a long time to calm down.

"Relax, Mr. Black." Su Ming squatted down and looked with interest at the home care elf who was obviously still breathing in his heart: "Although he is a pervert, I like his loyalty very much."

"Aren't all the elves the same? I was so foolish and loyal. When I was young, he always followed my mother's orders to watch me, in case I did anything that would corrupt my family."

Sirius looked around. Fortunately, there were no pedestrians here at night, so he continued:

"But guess what? When they learned that my stupid brother had joined the Death Eaters, they were happy to have a banquet at home to celebrate. I just didn't agree with Voldemort's concept, so they deleted me from the family tree and kicked me out of the house."

Su Ming just responded with a polite smile in line with social perception: "The purpose of our coming today is also related to your brother. He may not be what you think."

"Regulus?" Sirius was entangled when he spoke of his brother's name, but then the trace of pain was replaced by disgust: "I knew he was going to die. I was kicked out of the house. In a few years, I heard that he wanted to quit the Death Eaters. But that was not a rowing club. You can quit if you want to. They killed him."

"This is the version you heard." Su Ming was still very calm, and he stood up: "But I was communicating with my own students just now. Have you ever thought about the relationship between the truth and public perception? Maybe your younger brother is misunderstood just like you?"

Sirius was silent. If he was still young, he would definitely not believe it.

However, after so many years of being wronged and imprisoned, he was no longer as brainless as he used to be. He really thought about the words of the person he met for the first time.

The reason why he returned to the house for so long was mainly because he talked with Dumbledore and others. Old Deng and the others were unwilling to let Professor Wilson join the Order, but the principal told Sirius that this was a trusted person.

"really?"

After a long while, Sirius raised his head and looked at Su Ming, hoping to get an affirmative answer.

If he had the best relationship with him in the past, it was definitely not his sister, but his younger brother who was only one year younger than him. He was a gentle person and never hurt anyone.

He joined the Death Eaters only because his parents and family wanted him to join, nothing more.

Sirius' hatred for him was more of hating iron but not steel, not the hatred of other Death Eaters. At this time, he heard the news that his brother might be rehabilitated, and he couldn't help but be moved.

"Kreacher is the one who has witnessed everything. He not only knows where Regulus's body is, but also why he died."

Su Ming showed a sullen smile and stared at the shivering house elf.

Originally this little thing was quite arrogant, but after strangling the concealed host's shoulder, a face appeared. After licking his mouth full of fangs, he shrank behind Sirius' thigh.

"What?!" Sirius picked up Kreacher behind his leg, and led the two of them into a dark alley before smashing him against the wall: "What do you know?! Why don't you tell me? !!!"

Kreacher shrank into a ball. He wanted to hit the wall with his head to punish himself, but Hermione was quicker to cast the spell without a rod, and stopped stiffly on the spot with her legs.

Big tears slid from his eyes: "I can't tell, Kreacher can't tell! Master Regulus told me not to tell anyone in the family! I'm a bad elf! Bad elf! I didn't do it. Things to explain to the little master!"

"I said he is very loyal~www.NovelMTL.com~ I like this tough guy who asks three questions." Su Ming smiled at Sirius and slowly rotated the soda bottle in his hand: "Next, you use Patriarch Black’s Order him to tell the secret in name? Or let my student cast him an Imperius curse?"

Sirius showed a weird expression. Just now Hermione was shocked when she cast a spell without a wand. This was not the level of a third-grade girl.

Now that I said, she still has the Unforgivable Curse, how can she calm Sirius?

Looking at Hermione again, she still had a reserved smile, and she usually practiced her hands on some creatures, right?

How can you teach students this way? Does Dumbledore care?

Dark, too dark...

But when he thought that the darkness was his side, Sirius had no opinion anymore. He knelt down and looked at the elf who hated him the most:

"I order you as the heir of the Black family to tell all about Regulus."