"Ahem, Kreacher, that plaque on the wall will not be used again." Regulus said awkwardly, "After today, even if your lifespan comes to an end, we will not use your heads again." It’s hanging on the wall.”
"Huh?" Kreacher seemed a little disappointed and said in a sharp voice, "But... But Kreacher's biggest dream is to cut off his head like my mother and stick it on that plaque. This is The highest honor for the house elves of our Black family!"
Regulus held his forehead and saw Dracula's eyes watching the show from the corner of his eye, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Kreacher, actually this practice of cutting off the heads of house elves is not good." He tried to explain to Kreacher, "This is disrespectful and irresponsible to you."
"Master Regulus, did Kreacher do something wrong and you are dissatisfied with me?" Kreacher continued to say aggrievedly in his unpleasant voice.
Then he seemed to suddenly think of something and jumped up suddenly.
"It occurred to me that Master Regulus must be blaming Kreacher for not destroying that damn locket!" he shouted.
As he spoke, he banged his head against the fireplace nearby, chanting painfully as he hit it:
"Bad Kreacher! Stupid Kreacher!..."
"Stop, Kreacher!" Regulus shouted.
Only then did Kreacher stop his movements because of his instinct to obey orders.
"Listen to me, Kreacher. I don't blame you at all." Regulus knelt down, came to Kreacher, and looked directly into his eyes, "Not everyone can destroy the Dark Lord's things, you It’s normal that it can’t be destroyed!”
"Now bring me that locket and I will find a way to destroy it."
Kreacher looked at the sincere expression of Master Regulus who was close to Chi Chi, and tears flashed faintly in his eyes.
However, at the next moment, his eyes suddenly changed and he suddenly took a few steps back.
"No, the aura on your body is different from Master Regulus!" He cried loudly, while trembling and speaking very firmly, "Master Regulus is dead! You must be the Dark Lord pretending to be I want to defraud Master Regulus of the Horcrux he gave his life for!"
"I will never hand over that locket to my death!"
After saying this, he wiped away his tears and disappeared with a bang.
Regulus looked at this scene in astonishment, and then a deep feeling of powerlessness emerged in his heart.
"Mr. Dracula, in this infernal body... am I really no longer myself?" he said sadly, "I never thought that even Kreacher would not recognize me. day.”
"Of course the aura of the Inferi is different from that of wizards. It's normal for house elves to be suspicious." Dracula walked over from the tapestry and said to him, "After you and your mother passed away one after another, Kreacher actually The master should be your brother, right? There is no master-servant contract between you."
"What's more, he saw you die in that cave with his own eyes, and you gave him countless instructions to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux, so he will be even more vigilant about this matter."
"You should be happy that your house elf is still as alert as it should be!"
"But if Kreacher doesn't recognize me, how can we get back the Dark Lord's Horcrux?" Regulus asked worriedly, "Didn't you tell me that the Dark Lord might come back at any time?"
Dracula didn't reply, but crossed his arms and walked to the place where Kreacher disappeared.
"Even though I have seen it many times, I still have to sigh that the disapparation of house elves is much more interesting than that of wizards." He said with a chuckle.
Then, Dracula stretched out a hand forward and groped carefully in the air, as if looking for something.
When his hand touched the height of Kreacher's shoulder, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly stabbed his hand into the void -
Dracula's slender fingers seemed to penetrate the space and disappeared into the living room of Blake's house. Then he exerted a little force, pulled his elbow back, and retracted his fingers from the other side of the space.
He could see that he was holding the neck of a house elf with wrinkled skin and an ugly face in his hand.
This is the Kreacher who just Apparated away!
Kreacher looked at the familiar living room and seemed a little dazed.
However, the next second he was thrown out by Dracula.
"Regulus, has your house elf not had a bath in decades?" He slapped his palms in disgust and glanced at Regulus, "Kreacher's body is covered in mud, especially It’s inside the skin folds. I suggest you clean him up after a while!”
At this time, Kreacher finally reacted and climbed up from the floor in the living room.
"You... you are an evil demon, you should not be admitted to the Black family!" There was fear and horror in his eyes.
At the same time, he trembled and took two steps back, intending to use Apparition to escape from here again.
Seeing this, Dracula raised his hand and held it in vain. Kreacher was instantly bound to the ground by an invisible force, unable to move at all.
"You two devils, kill me!" Seeing that he couldn't resist, Kreacher simply closed his eyes and said as if he were dead, "I will never hand over what Master Regulus gave his life for. !”
Seeing Kreacher "comfortably die", Dracula looked at Regulus with a smile.
"Your house elf says you are a devil!" he laughed.
Regulus shook his head helplessly, came to Kreacher, and knelt down.
"Kreacher, I am really your Master Regulus." He said softly to Kreacher, "Open your eyes and take a closer look. Do you really not recognize me? This will make me very sad." It’s sad.”
Kreacher had no intention of opening his eyes, but tears were streaming down from the corners of his eyes.
"I saw it with my own eyes... Master Regulus is already dead. He was dragged into the lake by countless inferi... It's all my fault and I couldn't save Master Regulus..." He sobbed loudly, "But Even if he is dead, you will not let him go. He will still be pretended to be him by you despicable, nasty and cruel devils to defraud him of the things he exchanged for his life... "
"...I won't let you succeed!"
Regulus smiled helplessly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and looked down at Kreacher's ugly face.
"Let's do this, Kreacher." He said gently, "I will sit here and tell you the story of my childhood and our experiences together. This may make you no longer doubt my identity."
Without waiting for Kreacher to respond, Regulus continued to tell the story of his past.
He told it very carefully, as if these stories were not told to Kreacher, but were slowly retrieving the vague memories of his life.
"I still remember that I was the youngest child of my parents, and I had a rebellious brother. Growing up, my rebellious brother liked to go against his father and mother. He even broke the rules after he entered Hogwarts. The tradition of the Lyk family joins Gryffindor House."
"I know my parents' anger towards my older brother and their expectations for my younger son, so I try my best to obey them and live the way they want me to live. Because I know that only in this way can I make my parents happy. ”
"Later, I also entered Hogwarts. Living up to my parents' expectations, I entered Slytherin College. In my second year, I became the seeker of the Slytherin College Quidditch team, and I played hard. He beat the Gryffindor team hard, which made my Gryffindor brother very embarrassed."
"After I wrote the news to my mother, she was happy about it for a long time. Every time she saw me and my brother, she would make him angry about it. My parents also told him, 'Regule Si was a better son' and I've always been proud of that."
Kreacher's raging tears gradually stopped, and he pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
"Everyone knows these things. There is no way for you to use these things to prove that you are Master Regulus." He muttered, but his heart had begun to waver a little.
"Okay." Regulus smiled softly, "Then I will tell you something that few people know."
"I have always admired the Dark Lord since I was a child and agreed with his ideal of pure blood supremacy. And I did really well. Before I graduated, I received a Dark Mark personally given by him. After graduation , of course I joined the Death Eaters."
"But I later learned that I was still too young. In reality, the cruelty of Death Eaters is completely different from what I imagined... "
"At first, I thought that Death Eaters would not torture Muggles and Muggle wizards as they did later. Everyone only followed the Dark Lord for their own blood and strength. But then I discovered that under the influence of the Dark Lord, everyone Becoming cruel, extreme, and violent... I don’t know what’s wrong, but I don’t have the courage to resist.”
"What really made me decide to betray the Death Eaters was the moment the Dark Lord tried to kill you."
Regulus looked at Kreacher in front of him and said in a low tone.
"You respect my orders so much, because I told you to remember to go home after completing the Dark Lord's mission, so you used your remaining strength to return home... Kreacher, it was me who was sorry for you and pushed you with my own hands. Into that abyss.”
"No, Master Regulus, you did not..." Kreacher finally opened his eyes and cried bitterly.
"Don't worry, listen to me." Regulus smiled reassuringly at him, "After listening to what you told me, I became suspicious of the Dark Lord's confirmation that he would not die. I used to watch I have seen magic like Horcrux, and his performance confirmed that the locket is his Horcrux."
"The Dark Lord is too arrogant. He thinks that no one will know this kind of profound magic, and he doesn't believe that a young man like me, who is less than twenty years old, has any knowledge of it. That's why he gave me the opportunity to exchange his soul. opportunity…”
At this time, although Kreacher was unable to move due to Dracula's imprisonment, he was already crying.
"You... can you tell me what you wrote in the fake locket?" He sobbed, "That note is only... only Master Regulus and Kreacher know..."
Regulus smiled.
"To the Dark Lord..." he read slowly, "I know that when you read this letter, I will be dead, but I want you to know: I discovered this secret of yours, and I have taken it away. A real Horcrux and will be destroyed as soon as possible."
"I'm willing to risk my life for you, a mere mortal of flesh and blood when I meet my opponent."
"R-A-B..."
Regulus read the last three letters one by one, and Kreacher finally burst into tears.
"You... you are really Master Regulus!" Kreacher suddenly felt that he could move. He stood up and banged his head against the corner of the table next to him, "Kreacher... Kreacher actually dared to doubt Regulus. As a young master, Kreacher deserves to die!"
However, before he hit the corner of the table, he was held in Regulus's cold arms.
Although the body of the Inferi is very cold, Kreacher feels that this is the warmest moment in more than ten years...
Dracula looked at the "warm scene" in front of him with disgust -
The handsome Inferi hugged the ugly house elf.
He shrugged and walked to the sofa in the living room boredly. He drove away a few vixen eggs that were hatching under the sofa. He used the disappearing spell to clear away the dead velvet velvet on the sofa and used the cleaning spell to clean the sofa. After cleaning the outside thoroughly, he lay down lazily.
"Now your Master Regulus is no longer a devil?"
Dracula poured himself a glass of red wine, while shaking the glass, he asked the two people hugging each other with a half-smile.
The two people hugging each other realized that there were guests in the living room and stood up awkwardly.
If it weren't for the fact that the skin of the Inferi and house elves didn't change color easily, I'm afraid they would have turned as red as a salamander's skin.
"Kreacher, it was Dracula who saved me from the state of a walking corpse." Regulus introduced Kreacher, "He is my savior."
Kreacher quickly bowed deeply to Dracula, his head almost touching the ground.
"Master Dracula is Master Regulus's savior, so he is also Kreacher's savior! The Black family welcomes Master Dracula." He said seriously.
"My face changed quite quickly." Dracula took a sip of wine and said with interest, "Just now he was screaming like a devil, but now he is welcoming me."
Kreacher scratched the back of his head.
"Okay, hurry up and get Voldemort's Horcrux." Dracula said, "I've been waiting for a long time!"
"No problem, Lord Dracula!" Kreacher nodded and disappeared with a bang again.
But it doesn't take Dracula to bring him back this time.
Within two minutes, with another "bang", his figure appeared in the living room, holding an oval locket in his hand.
"Master Regulus, Master Dracula, this is what Master Regulus paid for with his life." Kreacher handed the locket to Regulus's hand, his expression sad again. , "I tried many, many ways, but there was no way to destroy it."
"Kreacher is a useless house elf!"
Regulus heard this and quickly grabbed Kreacher to prevent him from getting distracted again and doing something like "grabbing the ground with his head" again.
"Kreacher, there is no need to blame yourself. Dark magic items such as Horcruxes are indeed indestructible." He comforted, "Even if I were to do it, I wouldn't be sure to destroy it."
Dracula looked at the locket in Regulus' hand and raised the corners of his mouth with interest. He placed the goblet on the low table next to him and extended a hand to Regulus.
"Let me take a look."
Regulus handed the locket to Dracula naturally without any hesitation.
Dracula was very satisfied with Regulus' performance, smiled and nodded to him, then looked down at the Horcrux in his hand -
It was a golden locket with a sparkling green gemstone in the shape of a snake, like a real viper.
Seeing the shape of the locket, Dracula's eyes showed surprise.
"Why does this thing look so familiar?" He thought and pressed the button on the front of the locket.
However, the lid did not pop open like an ordinary locket, and the upper and lower halves were still firmly stuck together.
"Master Dracula, I tried, but this box cannot be opened no matter what." Kreacher said next to him.
Dracula didn't speak, just looked at the snake-shaped emerald on the box.
He suddenly realized where he had seen this Horcrux—
This was Salazar Slytherin's locket!
"Things are getting interesting." Dracula raised his lips and stuffed the locket into his pocket.
Regulus looked at him with a puzzled look in his eyes.
"Mr. Dracula, haven't even you found a way to destroy the Dark Lord's Horcrux?" he asked.
In Regulus' view, Dracula, a being who is good at necromancy and can even recall the memories of the Inferi, should be very familiar with dark magic items like Horcruxes.
If even he couldn't destroy the Horcrux, wouldn't it be true that there was nothing he could do to deal with the Dark Lord
"Wrong!" Dracula chuckled, "If you want to destroy it, I have countless ways to crack it with such a low-tech thing."
"Then why don't you do it now?" Regulus asked doubtfully.
"Let's put it this way, this locket is related to an old friend of mine." Dracula said softly, "He left too few things, so I don't want to destroy it directly."
"Just leave this thing here with me."
"Believe me, when the time is right, I will solve this problem!"
Dracula chuckled.
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