"Tell me, what did my brother do?"
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Kreacher sat up, curled up in a ball, his wet face between his knees, and began to rock back and forth. When he spoke, his voice was low and muffled, but he could be heard quite clearly in the quiet, echoing kitchen.
"That was fifteen years ago. Unlike Master Sirius who ran away from home, did not obey the rules, and broke the heart of the hostess, Master Regulus has self-respect, and he knows the surname Black and his pure blood. What it means. For many years, he has often talked about the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord wants wizards to stop hiding and come out to rule Muggles and their descendants." Kreacher sobbed, "In Rhaegu When Master Les was sixteen, he joined the Dark Lord's organization"
"Be a Death Eater, and be proud of it!" Sirius said disdainfully, "Hmph, it's like that fool, he doesn't know what he's doing."
"Master Regulus knows!" Kreacher argued. "He was so proud, so proud, so happy, because he was able to serve in"
"Get straight to the point, Kreacher, I don't want to hear how my idiot brother feels after becoming a Death Eater!" Sirius interrupted roughly, with the veins on his forehead popping out one by one.
The last time he looked like this was when he faced Peter Pettigrew.
Kreacher looked at Sirius in fear, his head shook even faster, and he said intermittently, "One, one year later, one day, Master Regulus came to visit Kreacher in the kitchen. Master Regulus Always liked Kreacher, he said he said"
"What did he say?" Everyone was looking at the elderly house-elf.
"He said the Dark Lord needed a house-elf."
"Voldemort needs a house-elf?" Sirius repeated, and Harry's and Hermione's faces were equally confused, which sounded patently absurd.
How could the mighty Voldemort need a house-elf? Everyone didn't understand, and only Aiwen knew what was going on.
"Oh, yes!" Kreacher said painfully, "Master Regulus contributed to Kreacher. This is an honor. Master Regulus said that it is an honor for himself and Kreacher. Kreacher Must do everything the Dark Lord wants him to do, and go, go home."
Kreacher shook even faster, even breathing turned into sobs.
"So, Kreacher went to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord didn't tell Kreacher what to do, but took Kreacher to a cave by the sea. It was a big rock cave, and there was a big black lake in the cave."
Sirius didn't speak, and Ivan, Harry, and Hermione also listened to Kreacher's narration with breathless concentration.
In the gloomy basement, Kreacher's hoarse voice was particularly terrifying, as if it came from the black water surface, making the hairs on the body stand up uncontrollably.
"There is a boat next to the big lake, and the lake is full of corpses. On the island in the center of the lake, there is a stone basin full of potions. The Dark Lord told Kreacher to drink it." Kreacher's voice was trembling. "Kreacher drank, and while drinking, he saw a lot of horrible scenes, Kreacher's internal organs were on fire, Kreacher called Master Regulus to save him, and called the name of the mistress, but the Dark Lord just laughed, He made Kreacher drink up the potion. He threw a locket into the empty basin and filled it up again."
"Then what?"
"Then, the Dark Lord boarded the ship and left, leaving Kreacher on the island"
Ivan seemed to be able to see that scene, seeing Voldemort's pale snake face disappearing into the darkness, his red eyes staring coldly at the elf writhing in pain on the ground.
He probably thought that the little elf would die in a few minutes, when he couldn't resist the extreme thirst caused by the potion heartburn.
However, Kreacher escaped, and Ivan didn't know how he did it.
"Kreacher still remembers the situation at that time. Kreacher needed water. He crawled to the edge of the island to drink the water in the black lake. Many hands, dead hands, came out of the water and dragged Kreacher down"
"How did you escape?" Sirius asked in a low voice, rarely speaking to him aloud,
Kreacher raised his ugly head and looked at Sirius with big bloodshot eyes, and he replied, "Master Regulus said he wanted Kreacher to go home."
"But?!" Everyone didn't know how Kreacher came back, and it was impossible for Voldemort to let him leave alive.
"Master Regulus said he wanted Kreacher to go home." Kreacher repeated.
"I know, I mean how do you get rid of that"
"Obviously, he Apparated, and the magic of house elves is different from that of wizards. Voldemort probably overlooked this." It seems that he is dismissive of the behavior of house-elves, and has no desire to learn about them."
"Master Regulus said he wanted Kreacher to come home," the house-elf repeated, in a singing voice, "the highest law of a house-elf is the command of its master, and Kreacher is a well-behaved house-elf. Elf, the master told Kreacher to go home, and Kreacher went home."
"Then what happened after you came back?" Sirius continued to ask, "When you told Regulus what happened, what did he say?"
"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, Regulus The young master came to the cupboard and found Kreacher. Master Regulus looked strange, unlike usual, and Kreacher could see that he was in a state of confusion. The young master asked Kreacher to take him to the cave. The cave where the Dark Lord went"
Ivan could imagine that under the order of Regulus, they set off like this. A terrified old elf brought an eighteen-year-old boy very similar to Sirius to Voldemort's hidden soul. device place.
Kreacher had been there, he knew how to get in.
"Regulus?!" Sirius asked coldly with a hint of disgust in his voice, "He made you drink those potions again?"
Kreacher shook his head, crying bitterly.
Everyone looked at him in surprise, if Kreacher hadn't drunk those potions, they would have guessed what happened next.
"Master Ray, Master Regulus took out a locket from his pocket, the same as the Dark Lord's." Kreacher looked at the locket in his hand, tears streaming down the sides of his long nose, "he Tell Kreacher to hold it, and when the stone basin is dry, replace the locket."
Kreacher's sobs became rough and harsh, and Ivan had to concentrate fully to understand what he was about to say next. (.)