God of the Universe Begins with Harry Potter

"How did he die?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I don't know," said Sirius. "He may have been killed by Voldemort. Or, more likely, at Voldemort's orders. I suspect Regulus is not that important yet and needs to be killed by Voldemort himself. He. From what I've seen since he died, he was in a deep hole, and then he was terrified of what he was being asked to do, and he wanted to quit. Well, you can't just hand Voldemort a resignation report and you're done. Either give your life or die. However, before he died, I didn't have much contact with him... But Kreacher has been taking care of him, you can ask Kreacher, I think he will know better than me-- If you can put up with his bad temper."

Blake opened the door and shouted, "Kreacher!"

With a snap, the house-elf appeared.He stood before them, looking at them with contempt and reluctance.

"Master," Kreacher said hoarsely in his bullfrog voice, bowing low, and muttering to his head and knees, "bring two filthy mudbloods and a lowly veela into my mistress's old house. House--"

"I forbid you to call anyone 'inferior' or 'mudblood,'" Black shouted, "I want you to answer their questions, whatever they ask, you have to say it exactly, understand? "

"Yes, Master," Kreacher said, bowing low again.

However, Ye Ting saw his lips squirming silently, no doubt he was meditating on the insulting words that he was now forbidden to say.

Even Hermione, the least discriminating against house-elves, would find Kreacher's long nose and bloodshot eyes unlovable.

Ye Ting had already shot impatiently. He pointed at Kreacher, and its long nose began to stretch.

"When answering the question, if you say something ugly, your nose will grow an inch." Ye Ting crossed his arms and said coldly, "I want to see, how long can your nose grow? "

Perhaps he was frightened by the nose that had fallen to his chest, or perhaps forced by Ye Ting's aura, Kreacher immediately closed his mouth, retreated to the corner, and looked at Ye Ting tremblingly.

"You still have a way," Blake patted Ye Ting on the shoulder and walked out, "We still have some things to talk about, just ask if you have any questions."

After speaking, he returned to the living room, leaving only Ye Ting and Kreacher looking at each other.

Chapter 0315 What Regulus did

"Kreacher, come here, I have something to ask you," Ye Ting ordered Kreacher in a serious tone.

Kreacher timidly walked in front of the three, his long nose dangling on his chest.

"I want to ask you, Regulus Black, have you ever brought home a golden locket?"

Hearing this, Kreacher, who was still flinching, suddenly became excited. He shivered, swayed, closed his eyes, but did not speak.

Seeing his reaction, the three immediately understood that Kreacher seemed to know something.

"Kreacher, do you remember what your master just said?" Fleur reminded sternly, with disgust in her eyes - she was still haunted by the house elf's name for her bloodline - "Are you going to violate your master? order?"

For the house-elf, "Master's orders" are more effective than anything else, and Kreacher gasped, his shriveled chest heaving sharply, and then he opened his eyes and let out a blood-clotting scream.

"The locket! Master Regulus' locket, Master Regulus did bring back a locket... Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to execute the master's order!"

The next moment, Kreacher rushed to the side wall and kept slamming her head against the wall. Hermione was startled by his actions, but she immediately pulled out her wand, and the tip of the wand sprayed out a pink ribbon that knocked Kreacher away. Che was tied tightly, which stopped him from self-mutilation.

"Kreacher, I order you not to move!" she exclaimed. "You must first fulfill your master's orders, answer our questions, and do nothing until then!"

The elf froze immediately, and he lay upright on the cold stone floor, tears gushing out of his sunken eye sockets.

"Hermione, get him up!" whispered Fleur.

Hermione pulled slightly, and the end of the ribbon was stressed, making Kreacher stand up.

"Tell me about Regulus' locket," Ye Ting said, "where did it come from? What does Regulus have to do with it? Kreacher, tell me everything you know about that locket. , and Regulus' relationship with it!"

Hermione loosened the ribbon, and the elf sat down immediately, curled into a ball, tucked her wet face between her knees, and started rocking back and forth.When he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was low and muffled, but could be heard quite clearly in the quiet, echoing room.

"Master Sirius escaped, and it was better to go, because he was a bad boy, and his unruly behavior broke my mistress' heart. But Master Regulus had a sense of pride, and he knew the name Blake and his What it means to be of pure blood. For many years he spoke often of the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord who wanted wizards to go out of hiding and rule over Muggles and offspring of Muggles...Master Regulus was sixteen , joined the Dark Lord's organization, he was so proud, so proud, so happy, to be able to serve..."

"A year later, one day, Master Regulus came to visit Kreacher in the kitchen, and he said..."

The old elf shook faster.

"...he said the Dark Lord wanted a elf."

"The Dark Lord wants an elf?" Hermione asked, looking back at Fleur, who was equally confused.

"Oh yes," said Kreacher bitterly, "Master Regulus contributed to Kreacher. It was an honor, Master Regulus said, for himself and Kreacher. Kreacher must go Do everything the Dark Lord wants him to do...and go back—go home."

Kreacher swayed faster, and his breathing turned to sobbing.

"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 cave with a big black lake..."

Hermione and Fleur immediately thought of the cave they had been to before, and everything matched up.

"...there is a boat..."

Of course there was a boat, they knew that boat, the spooky green boat, so that's how Voldemort tested the protection of Horcruxes: with the help of an insignificant life, a house-elf...

"There is a stone-stone basin on the island, full of potions. Black-the Dark Lord let Kreacher drink..."

The elf trembled.

"Kreacher drank, and saw a lot of terrifying sights while drinking... Kreacher's internal organs were on fire... Kreacher called Master Regulus to save him, called Mistress, but the Dark Lord just laughed... ...he forced Kreacher to run out of potions...he threw a locket into the empty basin...and filled the basin with potions."

"Then the Dark Lord got on board and left, leaving Kreacher on the island..."

The three of them looked at each other, and the two girls finally understood the effect of the potion. Fortunately, they transformed the Infernal Corpse.

"Kreacher needed water, and he climbed to the edge of the island to drink the water from the Black Lake...Many hands, the hands of dead men, stretched out from the water and dragged Kreacher down..."

"How did you escape?" Hermione asked.

After that experience, she discovered that Muggle weapons were very useful against Inferi, but Kreacher was just a house-elf.

Kreacher raised his ugly head and looked at the three with big bloodshot eyes.