Hogwarts Homecoming

Remus and Sirius didn't care about Amosta's silence and hesitation. They thought that Amosta just couldn't figure out the origin of the golden locket for a while, so they needed a little time to think, and when they heard Amosta Both Sirius and Remus looked in disbelief when Mosta stated the value of the locket in an odd tone.

"You can't just talk about it because you want to beat me, Amosta."

Remus said in a joking tone, and also set his eyes on the locket.

In all fairness, this is indeed a very beautiful work of art.

Even after time has passed, the delicately shaped locket still exudes a mysterious golden luster under the dim candlelight. It is surrounded by many crystal clear and pure gemstones, and many ancient such as Niwen symbols, of course, the most conspicuous one is the serpentine S in the middle of the box decorated with sparkling emeralds.

"If this thing is worth eight thousand Galleons, Amostar—"

Sirius also thought that Amosta was talking nonsense, and he said with a look of disbelief,

"Then I'll break Kreacher's leg."

Interesting to see this here?

Amosta's playful smile deepened.

What is this, a special fate?

"Let me just ask a question,"

Amostar also stood up with his hands on his knees, his hands tightly clutching the chain of the locket, and he showed the box to the bewildered Sirius,

"Do you know the origin of this thing?"

Amosta means, this thing is particularly dangerous?

Remus leaned closer, with a serious expression on his face. He stared at the 'S' on it for a long time before saying uncertainly,

"I'm not sure, Amostar, does this look like a Slytherin crest?"

"oh!"

Sirius blinked speechlessly, "Are you scaring people?"

Judging from Sirius' reaction, it seems that he really doesn't know the origin of this thing. Presumably, Sirius is not like Lucius Malfoy, he is a follower of Voldemort.

"Then let me ask it another way, Sirius."

Amosta shook his head and said,

"Has anyone in this family ever worked for Voldemort?"

When the word Voldemort appeared, the kitchen immediately became gloomy and cold, and the expressions of Remus and Sirius became solemn in an instant. They immediately realized that Amosta might have discovered something extraordinary by accident. .

"What do you mean, Amostar?"

Remus said solemnly

"You said that this locket came out of Voldemort's hand. Have you seen anything? There is Voldemort's black magic on it?"

Amosta didn't speak, just quietly waiting for Sirius' answer.

And his problem obviously touched the bad memories of Sirius, his complexion became cloudy and gloomy.

"I used to have a younger brother named Regulus, who used to be a Death Eater."

This is really not something to brag about, after Sirius said such a sentence concisely, he kept silent.

Remus obviously knew about this, he didn't show any shock, he just turned his eyes to Amostar again, waiting for his explanation.

"before?"

Amosta narrowed his eyes and continued to ask.

"He was killed by Voldemort."

Seeing that Sirius didn't seem willing to discuss that younger brother, Remus, who also knew something about the situation, answered the question,

"This happened before what happened to Sirius. Sirius told us something. After Regulus died, he used to track down the reason why his brother was killed. May I say, Sirius?"

asked Remus.

"I don't know why you care about this, Amostar,"

Staring blankly at the locket, Sirius said,

"But it looks like you care a lot, so let me tell you about my naive and stupid brother."

The three of them sat at the uncleared dining table, and Sirius told Amosta about his younger brother's past and some information he had investigated.

". From all indications, that silly boy is probably afraid of what Voldemort did, and he wants to quit, but being a Death Eater is not a job at the Ministry of Magic, and it's not something that can be done with a resignation report, or work hard Forever, or die."

When Sirius was telling, Amosta pinched the two corners of the locket with two fingers, and kept looking at it with admiring eyes, until Sirius said everything he thought he should say, and waited for him After the explanation, Amosta said unhurriedly,

"I don't think it's that simple—"

"What's the meaning?"

Sirius asked impatiently,

"What do you know, Amosta, tell me!"

"If the truth is what you say, your brother was killed because he wanted to escape from Voldemort—"

Amosta let go of his fingers and let the locket fall into his palm. He smiled and said,

"You can't live today, Sirius, you don't know what this thing means to Voldemort, he will definitely slaughter every descendant of the Black family, just to take this thing back."

There was a long silence in the kitchen. Both Sirius and Remus were staring at the locket, especially Remus, who knew Amostar better, and knew that he would not be able to deal with such a crucial matter as Voldemort. No nasty jokes.

"Is there anyone else who knows your brother better than you?"

Remus turned his gaze to Sirius.

"Those who know Regulus better than I do, if you count those who are no longer in this world—"

Sirius frowned fiercely.

Of course it was a joke, they couldn't dig out any secrets from the dead.

"Kreacher may know Regulus better. You know, in Kreacher's eyes, I am a worthless bastard who only annoys my family, but Regulus is the pride of my parents, Kreacher And I am more willing to treat Regulus as a little master—"

"I'll go get it."

Anything to do with Voldemort was to be taken with the utmost seriousness, and Remus got up immediately, ready to go upstairs.

"There's no need to be so troublesome."

Amosta said indifferently, under the eyes of the other two people who didn't know what to do, he closed his eyes to perceive for a few seconds, and then waved the magic wand in his right hand a few times, and a cloud of gray smoke that shone with lightning converged on the three people. In front of him, Amosta's outstretched hand disappeared into the smoke. After groping for a while, he directly pulled the screaming Kreacher out of the fog.

"How did you do it?"

Sirius looked shocked.

"Just a little magic—"

Amostar threw Kreacher to the ground,

"Only useful at close range."

As soon as Kreacher landed on the ground, he jumped up with the movement of a carp, with such agility that it was impossible to tell that this was an old house-elf.

It first saw the pile of things on the ground, so its watery and gray eyes immediately aimed at Sirius, ready to say something, but on the way, it saw the locket in Amosta's hand—

In the quiet kitchen, a blood-curdling scream erupted suddenly. Kreacher gasped heavily, his shriveled chest rose and fell sharply, and it jumped into the air and ran towards Amosta desperately.

"--Locket, Master Regulus' locket, Kreacher failed to complete the order, but Kreacher will not let anyone take the locket away!"