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"Tell me, what did my brother do?"
Sirius threw Kreacher to the floor as if he were a dirty rag.
Kreacher sat up and curled into a ball. He put his wet face between his knees and began to rock back and forth. When he spoke, his voice was low and muffled, but it could be heard clearly in the quiet, echoing kitchen.
"That was fifteen years ago. Unlike Young Master Sirius, who ran away from home, didn't follow the rules, and broke the mistress' heart, Young Master Legrus had pride. He knew what the Blake surname and his pure bloodline meant. For many years, he often talked about the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord wanted wizards to not have to hide anymore, but to come out and rule the Muggle and the Muggle's descendants, "Kreacher said, sobbing. "When Young Master Regulus was sixteen, he joined the Dark Lord's organization …"
"Became a Death Eater, and was proud of it!" Sirius said disdainfully. "Hmph, that's like that idiot's style. He didn't know what he was doing."
"Young Master Regulus knew!" Kreacher argued. "He was so proud, so proud, so happy that he could serve …"
"Get to the point, Kreacher. I don't want to hear about my idiotic brother's feelings after becoming a Death Eater!" Sirius interrupted rudely, the veins on his forehead bulging.
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Kreacher looked at Sirius in fear and shook his head even faster. He said, "A, a year later, one day, Young Master Regulus came to the kitchen to see Kreacher. Young Master Regulus had always liked Kreacher. He said … he said … "
"What did he say?" Everyone looked at the old house-elf.
"He said that the Dark Lord needs a house-elf."
"The Lord Voldemort needs a house-elf?" Sirius repeated. Harry and Hermione were equally confused. It sounded ridiculous.
Why would the mighty Lord Voldemort need a house-elf? No one understood. Only Elwyn knew what was going on.
"Oh, yes!" "It was an honor for Master Regulus to offer Kreacher. Master Regulus said it was an honor for him and for Kreacher. Kreacher has to do whatever the Dark Lord wants him to do, and then go home. "
Kreacher rocked harder, and his breath turned into a sob.
"So, Klitscher went to see the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord didn't tell Klitscher what to do. Instead, he brought Klitscher to a cave by the sea. It's a big cave, and there's a big black lake in it. "
Sirius didn't say anything. Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione all held their breaths as they listened to Kreacher's narration. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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In the gloomy basement, Kreacher's hoarse voice was especially terrifying. It seemed to come from the black water, and it made everyone's hair stand on end. "There was a boat by the lake, and the lake was full of corpses.
"There was a boat by the lake, and the lake was filled with corpses. On the island in the middle of the lake, there was a stone basin filled with magic potions. The Black Devil King made Klicher drink it." Klicher's voice was trembling. "Klicher drank it. When he drank it, he saw many terrifying scenes. Klicher's internal organs were on fire. Klicher shouted for Young Master Regulus to save him, called for the mistress's name, but the Black Devil King only laughed. He forced Klicher to drink all the potions. He dropped a locket into the empty basin, and filled it with the potion. "
"And then?"
"Then, the Dark Lord got on the boat and left Kreacher on the island …"
Elwyn could almost see the scene. He saw the Lord Voldemort's pale snake face disappear into the darkness, and his red eyes stare coldly at the little elf who was rolling on the ground in pain.
He probably thought that the little elf would die in a few minutes, when she couldn't resist the extreme thirst caused by the magic potion Heartburn.
However, Kreacher escaped. Elwyn didn't know how he did it.
"Kreacher still remembers the situation. Kreacher needed water, so he climbed to the edge of the island to drink from the black lake. Many hands, the hands of the dead, reached out from the water and dragged Kreacher down …"
"How did you escape?" Sirius asked in a low voice. It was rare that he didn't speak loudly to him.
Kreacher raised his ugly head and looked at Sirius with his bloodshot eyes. He replied, "Master Regulus said that he wanted Kreacher to go home."
"But?!" No one knew how Kreacher came back. There was no way Lord Voldemort would let him leave alive.
"Master Regulus said that he wanted Kreacher to go home," Kreacher repeated.
"I know. I mean, how did you get rid of those …"
"It's obvious that he used Phantom Shift. The magic of a house-elf is different from the magic of a wizard. Voldemort probably overlooked this point." Elwyn explained. "Or rather, he never realized that from what he did in the past, he didn't care about the behavior of house-elves. He didn't want to understand them at all."
"Master Regulus said that he wanted Kreacher to go home," the house-elf repeated. The house-elf repeated, singing, "The highest law of house-elves is the master's command. Kreacher is a well-behaved house-elf. When the master tells Kreacher to go home, Kreacher goes home."
"What happened after you came back?" Sirius continued to ask. "What did Regulus say when you told him about it?"
"Master Regulus was very worried, very worried," Kreacher hissed. "Regulus told Kreacher to hide and not to leave the house. Then, after a while, one night, Master Regulus came to the cupboard and found Kreacher. Master Regulus looked strange, not his usual self. Kreacher could see that he was confused. Master Regulus told Kreacher to take him to the cave, the cave that Kreacher and the The Dark Lord had been to … "
Elwyn could imagine how, under Regulus's orders, they set off. A terrified, decrepit elf brought an eighteen-year-old boy who looked very much like Sirius to the place where Lord Voldemort hid the Soul Vessel.
Kreacher had been there before. He knew how to get in.
"Regulus?!" Sirius's voice had a hint of disgust. He asked coldly, "He made you drink those potions again?"
Kreacher shook his head and broke down in tears.
Everyone looked at him in surprise. If Kreacher hadn't drunk those potions, they could guess what had happened next.
"Master … Master Regulus took out a locket from his pocket, just like the one the The Dark Lord had." Kreacher looked at the locket in his hand, tears streaming down his long nose. "He told Kreacher to hold on to it, and when the stone basin was dry, he would replace the locket."
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