Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"Why do you say that about him?" Sirius frowned, "I know exactly what kind of person Regulus is."

"He's not as evil as Snape."

"It's definitely not a good guy. He couldn't wait to join the Death Eaters before he graduated. Even Snape joined the Death Eaters after graduation."

"He is"

Speaking of this, he glanced at Kreacher with disgust: "He is the most proud heir of the Black family."

"This evil, corrupt, dilapidated Black family."

Kreacher clenched its tiny fist.

Harry took his wand and tapped the Sorting Hat lightly, and the Slytherin locket flew out and landed on the table smoothly: "Professor Dumbledore found a trace of a Horcrux, let's look for it, Dumbledore The professor also suffered a lot."

"But what we found out was that it had been pre-empted."

"The Horcrux was taken away, and a fake one was left behind."

Shocked, Kreacher looked at the locket in disbelief.

Harry waved his wand again, the box opened, and a note flew out, falling into Sirius' hands: "There's only this note in it."

"It's Regulus' handwriting." Sirius recognized it at a glance.

He didn't like another Black, but he was his brother after all.

The text on it was not long, so he finished reading it quickly, raised his head in astonishment, and looked at his godson: "Him?"

Harry nodded: "We speculate that the Black family was entrusted by Voldemort to keep this Horcrux, but Regulus discovered that it might be."

"No, that's not the case." Kreacher yelled loudly.

All three of them set their sights on the somewhat demented old house-elf.

"Kreacher, what do you know?" Dumbledore asked with concern, he stretched out his hand, gently pinched it, sprinkled magic power on it, and calmed its emotions.

Harry conjured a stool for it.

Kreacher sat down: "That Dark Lord, he didn't give the locket to the little master for safekeeping."

"The little master discovered it himself. He is very smart and sensitive."

The three of them listened quietly, even Sirius could bear his temper.

"Sirius is a bad boy." Kreacher said the past in a gentle tone that he had never had before, "He is very naughty. Since entering Gryffindor College, he has always annoyed the hostess, and the family always Because he's a mess."

"The hostess is very unhappy."

"But fortunately, he left this family soon. The Black family still has such a good boy as Regulus. He is very well-behaved and never makes the mistress angry."

"Then at the age of sixteen, Regulus became a Death Eater under the urging of his mistress, serving the Dark Lord with honor."

"But at that time, the little master seldom came home. At that time, Kreacher was not as it is now. All of Kreacher was dedicated to this home, and the little master didn't come back often. This is also his home, unlike Sirius. , this is no longer his home, that Potter is his home."

"The little master also likes Kreacher very much, he trusts Kreacher very much, and he is willing to tell Kreacher everything."

"From how much he worshiped the Dark Lord, pure blood will usher in another peak under his leadership."

"In the end, the little master began to lose his mind. The Dark Lord he knew and the Dark Lord he saw with his own eyes were almost two completely opposite people."

"Does the rampant killing really make sense?"

Speaking of which.

Kreacher had a puzzled look on his face. He was just a house-elf longing for a master and didn't understand these things.

Sirius was silent, shrinking back into the sofa.

Harry and Dumbledore remained calm.

Kreacher tilted his head and continued: "Kreacher doesn't understand, Kreacher is a bad house elf, the little master is sad every day, but Kreacher can't do anything."

"Until one day, the little master came back. He said that the Dark Lord needed a house-elf."

"Of course, contributing to the Dark Lord is what every Death Eater pursues."

"Kreacher is very brave. Even if it was the Dark Lord, Kreacher bravely signed up. Maybe this will make the little master happy? Kreacher was wrong. Kreacher made the biggest mistake. Kreacher killed the little master himself. .”

Sirius stared at Kreacher in disbelief.

He was about to jump up, to jump and strangle the elf.

But he raised his hand a few times, but still stopped his movements—he had learned to use his brain a little bit, and it was impossible for a house elf to kill his master. Maybe there was some other reason, so he chose to continue listening.

Both Harry and Dumbledore were relieved.

Kreacher continued: "Kreacher was taken by the Dark Lord to a cave by the sea. There is a large black lake deep in the cave. There is an island in the center of the black lake, and there is a pot of potion on it."

"The Dark Lord told Kreacher to drink it."

"Kreacher is very obedient, that thing is terrible, Kreacher feels burned on the fire, a lot of painful things come out, Kreacher was clumsy when he first became a house elf, did not serve good mistress, little master Day after day of depression, Sirius quarreling with the mistress, and then leaving this house and never coming back"

"Kreacher wanted the little master to save Kreacher, but the Dark Lord ignored me, a humble house-elf. He put a box, the one on the table, into the basin, and left."

"Kreacher almost died there."

"Fortunately, the little master told Kreacher to go back, and Kreacher came back."

Harry opened his mouth to ask: "At that time, it was put in the basin, was it the one on the table, or a locket similar to the one on the table."

"It's the one that looks a lot like it." Kreacher replied immediately, it looked at Harry very gently, at least it was much gentler than it looked at Sirius, "Although the Dark Lord and Kreacher said that they are not allowed to speak out, But the Dark Lord is not Kreacher's master, Kreacher's master is only the little master."

"Kreacher told the little master about it, and Kreacher thought the little master would be happy."

"But the little master was even more unhappy. The little master told Kreacher not to leave, not even to clean the house, and then disappeared, and he didn't come back until a long time ago."

Kreacher was crying: "The little master came back very haggard, and his spirit was a little abnormal. He asked Kreacher to take him to the cave where the Dark Lord once went."

Harry and Dumbledore were silent.

The locket is here, Kreacher is here, they can figure out what's going on.

"The poison was originally drunk by Kreacher, but the little master didn't. He drank the poison himself, took out the pendant box, and asked Kreacher to replace it. He also ordered Kreacher to go home, and he was only allowed to stay at home. Tell anyone, not even the hostess, and tell Kreacher to destroy it, and do everything possible, even with his own life, to destroy it."

Its tone became terrified.

"At this moment, a riot broke out in the Black Lake, and a large group of Yin corpses rushed up from those things at the bottom of the lake."

"Kreacher watched as the little masters were dragged down and became part of them."

Sirius clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "You didn't take Regulus away? With your house-elf magic? Didn't you all leave!"

Kreacher hugged his head: "Kreacher is an incompetent elf, Kreacher can't do it."

"Kreacher can't do that."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to explain: "There is a spell placed there to prohibit the apparation of humans."

"Even Fox can't apparate me in with me, human wizards are forbidden."

Sirius was silent, staring at the note.

"Is the locket you took away still in your hand?" Harry asked softly.

Kreacher nodded: "Kreacher has been working hard all these years, but Kreacher is an incompetent elf, and Kreacher can't do anything."

"It's powerful, Kreacher can't destroy it."

"We can destroy it," Harry began. "Give it to us."

Kreacher looked up at Harry defiantly.

"Kreacher is an order!" Sirius gritted his teeth, "Give the things to Harry and Professor Dumbledore."

"They've been fighting you know. They've been fighting Voldemort."

"Even destroyed several Horcruxes."

Kreacher stood up and muttered: "Kreacher has always kept it by his side, especially after the thief came over, he always looked at everything in Black's house with malicious intent. Kreacher had to make sure that things would not be stolen by him."

It snaps away.

Sirius slumped on the sofa exhausted: "I never knew Regulus."

"he"

"He's a good Hogwarts." Dumbledore spoke for him, "and a good Slytherin."

Sirius tilted his head back and closed his eyes: "Harry, have you found Regulus yet?"

"He, he needs a funeral."

Harry's tone was gentle: "Sorry, Godfather, when we passed by, all the corpses under the Black Lake were taken away."

"By Voldemort?" Sirius asked.

Harry nodded and said nasally, "Yeah."

"Harry, I'm lucky to have you." Sirius went on softly. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"You take me to Neville's dueling lessons, okay?"

Harry nodded again: "We have always needed a professor to guide us."

"It was you who guided me." Sirius clenched his fists.

He paused, and whispered: "Reculus Black."

"I seem to understand my mother suddenly."

"Kreacher is right, he is an excellent heir to the Black family."

He tried to hold back, clenching his teeth.

snap --

Kreacher came back soon, holding a more exquisite Slytherin locket in his hand, trying to hold it tight: "Kreacher brought this thing."

"Kreacher wants to make a request, and Kreacher wants to watch you destroy this thing with his own eyes."