HP Dear Miss Freak

    "I've always believed that Gryffindor is not the only one who has the courage to do nothing. Calm? Self-blame? Regret? We still don't know what little Master Black was thinking when he fell into the abyss. Do the last glimmer of light, leave a no-nonsense signal for the hustle and bustle of the world, and find a quiet place for yourself."

    After the Weasleys went on a trip, Sylvia also stayed at Twelve Grimmauld Place. Hoddle brought their books, and the two of them could literally spend the whole day reading.

    In fact, Sylvia has always had this skill. Before the pressure of the college entrance examination and high school entrance examination, she could only read idle books all day and couldn't be happier. Hoddle was very emotional about this. He didn't expect this guy to sit still opposite him.

    The one who was happiest about this was Sirius, who even diligently helped the two young children run errands to buy ice cream and drinks, and always smiled at the closed door.

    "Eh, what are you doing?" Sylvia looked at Sirius leaning against the wall, she always felt that she could see an invisible tail swinging, "Go out and see the moon I've never seen you so excited."

    "Why haven't you come yet? What time is it?" Sirius looked up at the clock and then at the silent door.

    "You wait, if you're lucky, you'll see him next week." Sylvia laughed and turned to the second floor.

    "Why? Why isn't Hoddle here?" Sirius quickly turned around and took Sylvia's arm.

      Looking for you or me to give up his life? Not everyone is as thick-skinned as I am."

    "I think you've been locked in the same room recently, and one lock is an afternoon." Sirius showed a meaningful smile, "You don't always read books and do business, right?"

      ."

    "If that's the case, come here if you want to read." Sirius happily pulled Sylvia up. When she stopped in front of Regulus's room, the girl took a deep breath in her heart.

    She always felt intimidated by this uncle she had never met, and she was in awe just by looking at the name on the door.

    "Wait, wait." Sylvia took a few steps back when Sirius opened the door, grabbing the guardrail with both hands for fear of being taken in.

    "If Kreacher dares to meddle in his own business, I will teach him a hard lesson." Sirius said, grabbing Sylvia's shoulders and easily led her into the room, "This guy likes to keep his precious books by his side, much better than the ones in his study."

    "You promised me before that I couldn't be so harsh on him." Sylvia said. The moment she stepped into the room, she felt that the whole person was sacred.

    "I just promised you not to tell him to get out." Sirius came to the bookshelf and took out a book and casually flipped through it, "Look! "Bibliography of Prohibited Magical Items", you will like it ?"

    "I don't worry if you remember this." Sylvia pursed her lips and looked around.

    Regulus' personal style is also quite evident. Slytherin silver and green are everywhere, covering the room. The huge room gives the illusion of being deserted. Maybe it's because no one has set foot here for many years, or maybe it's because Young Master Black himself likes this kind of silence. There are many yellowed clippings on the walls, glued into irregular collages, and the Black family crest and the ever-pure family motto stand out.

    "What's wrong? Come here." Sirius greeted. But just as Sylvia approached the bookshelf to reach for the book, she was stopped by a white light. Kreacher appeared in front of them, guarding the bookshelf, though it was useless in his size.

    "How dare you filthy little **** to defile Master Regulus's book!" Kreacher glared at Sylvia with gritted teeth, and he dared to make a move if the girl dared to take a step closer look.

    "Kreacher! Go—"

    "You promised me not to tell him to go away!" Sylvia interrupted Sirius the moment he spoke.

    "I found that you are somewhat ignorant." Sirius looked at Kreacher and spat, then looked at Sylvia, "You just let this **** thing insult you?"

    "The problems left over from history are difficult to change." Sylvia turned her head and pulled Sirius away, "I don't want to look at it? Your brother has things. So good? I don't believe I can't find it anywhere else."

    "Kreacher doesn't allow you to insult Master Regulus!" Kreacher was about to rush up aggressively, but was stared at by Sirius, and stood still reluctantly.

    "Huh." Sirius sneered, "Just a sinful Death Eater, Voldemort's ridiculous lackey."

    "Master Regulus is not the servant of the mysterious man! He... he..." Kreacher instinctively opened his mouth to retort, and Sylvia immediately became excited in her heart.

    That's it!

    "Isn't he? Is there any inside story? What do you know?" Sylvia folded her arms and looked straight at Kreacher, "About my uncle you have never met, you should Do you know a lot?"

    "What's the inside story?" Sirius snorted disdainfully, "Let's go, Searle. You won't be interested in what evil he has done."

    "Master Regulus did a great thing! Definitely not evil!" Kreacher stared at Sirius with hatred in his eyes.

    "It's interesting." Sirius laughed, as if he had heard some big joke, "Great? It seems that he didn't forget to bring you when he worked for Voldemort. loyal servant."

    "Master Regulus doesn't allow me to tell his family!" Kreacher stared, gasping for breath, looking in extreme pain, "My poor Master Regulus."

    "Then you can tell me." Sylvia simply sat down in front of Kreacher so that they could look at each other, "Anyway, you said I was a bastard, so it can't be regarded as Regu Ruth's family."

    "Hey!" Sirius glared at Sylvia dissatisfied, "If you tell me what kind of **** you are, I will teach you a lesson myself."

    "A house elf will never lie about his master." Sylvia looked at Sirius, then turned to stare at Kreacher, "If Regulus has anything Injustice, you definitely don't want him to be misunderstood all the time, right?"

    "Kreacher can't say." Kreacher covered her face, "When Kreacher thinks of the death of the young master... Kreacher is a bad elf! Kreacher failed to fulfill the order left by the young master!"

    "How did he die?" Sylvia's nervousness and excitement could no longer be contained, "What order did he leave behind?"

    "Is there any end?" Sirius paced back and forth, stamping his footsteps hard, "How did he die, and what stupid orders did he leave behind, does it matter?"

    "Don't you want to know how your brother died?" Sylvia looked back at Sirius, she saw the hesitation in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I Knowing he's dead must be heavy for you too, and you might not want to face it, but don't you want to know the truth?"

    "How did he die?" Sirius' face sank, and he walked in front of Kreacher.

    "Kreacher doesn't want to mention the death of Master Regulus in front of this traitor." Kreacher pursed her lips tightly and slapped herself.

    "Kreacher, if you can't fulfill the order he left, why don't you ask someone to help?" Sylvia looked at Kreacher's vigilant look and spoke again.

    "Master, stay..." Kreacher finally couldn't help crying, and beat his head with both hands, "Master asked Kreacher to destroy it, but Kreacher tried his best to No way to do it! Bad elf! Bad elf Kreacher!"

    "Destroy what?" Sirius twitched the corners of his mouth, "Destroy the Order of the Phoenix or Dumbledore?"

    "Let him take out the things, Sirius." Sylvia tugged at Sirius' trouser legs.

    "What did he leave you? Take it out." Sirius ordered, reaching out and opening it in front of the elf. Kreacher clearly didn't want to hand it over, but instinct made him unable to refuse Sirius' orders.

    Slytherin's Locket.

    Sylvia frowned slightly as she watched Sirius take the object from Kreacher. Her uncle looked at the locket, apparently having no clue.

    "What do you think?" Sirius asked thoughtfully. Sylvia raised her head sharply, she remembered what Dumbledore had said to her, and she suddenly became enlightened.

    "Did he tell you anything before giving you? Your Master Regulus." Sylvia took the locket and looked at Kreacher.

    "Master took Kreacher to find this after reading this." Kreacher took out a thick book from Regulus' bedside table, the cover was almost completely fell off.

     Sirius took the book and turned it over. He stayed on a page with creases, and his eyes gradually became serious. He turned back two more pages, then closed the book, lost in thought.

    "What did it say?" Sylvia asked, she had put the locket down, and it was good to keep an eye on it.

    "Have you heard of Horcrux?" Sirius didn't expect a definite answer when he saw Sylvia shaking his head, "If what he said is true... Kreacher! Tell me everything that happened! No word! I order you as the current head of the Black family!"

    While Kreacher slapped herself and whimpered as she told the gruesome story, Sylvia picked up the old book and turned to the Horcrux section. It can be imagined that people who rely on Horcruxes to save their lives can't be ordinary people. Although a part of the soul can be saved, it is still possible to lose the body and mana, and the end of the body is not much better after the body is destroyed.

    It is true that those who achieve great things do not seek out the public, and those who seek out the public must be vulgar.

    Sylvia actually didn't want to listen to this story. Although this story was no secret to her for a long time, she was still a little reluctant to face it all in person. In particular, it was Kreacher who sniffed to keep the tears from falling.

    "Sirius?" Sylvia looked at the heavy-faced Sirius, and they both took a breath when the story just ended.

    "What you said is true?" Sirius grabbed Kreacher's arm, "Why didn't you say it earlier? Stupid!"

    "Calm down, Sirius." Sylvia patted Sirius on the shoulder, "I think we should leave this to Professor Dumbledore, I'll write to him now ."

    "Damn it!" Sirius couldn't accept all this for a while, let go of the elf and paced helplessly, and then kicked the chest of drawers to the side. For a moment, only Kreacher's sobbing was left in the room.

    "Professor Dumbledore asked me if I felt familiar magic fluctuations when I approached the diary." Sylvia said, motioning for Sirius to go with her, she went all the way Came to the study next door, took a piece of parchment and quickly wrote a letter, "I gave him a Ravenclaw crown before, I found it by accident at school, plus the diary, and the pendant just now. Box. If I'm not mistaken, it's all Horcruxes. Professor Dumbledore is hinting to me that I must tell him what he wants me to think."

    Sylvia said a lot in a series, and she was overjoyed, only to find the depressed atmosphere around her. She looked at Sirius and quickly put down the quill to give him a hug.

    "I know it's heart-wrenching," Sylvia said softly, "but all we can do now is complete the mission he left behind, and that's what he wants to see. "

    "Searle, do you know how annoying this guy Regulus is?" Sirius let out a wry smile, "When everyone is gone, still trying to make me feel so guilty. ?"

    "You..."

    "Interesting? He... always so self-righteous, as if everything is for the Black family. Don't tell the family? Don't tell the family? Body taken away?" He took a deep breath, "Do you believe it? He must be very proud! How admirable! Regulus Black." Sirius seemed to be no longer able to control his emotions, even his voice They all trembled: "Can he come and tell me? Why does he have to take Kreacher by himself? I'll say he's a complete idiot!"

    "I'm sorry, Sirius." Sylvia found that she wouldn't say anything comforting, after all, she couldn't let go of it herself, "I...I think...you If you have anything you want to vent, just come to me, don't worry about it."

    "If this is true, I want to go to that cave. Kreacher has been there, and he can take me there." Sirius rubbed the girl's head, and straightened his back to let I don't look so depressed myself.

    "What else are you doing?" Sylvia's eyes widened, "Didn't Kreacher say it all? It's so dangerous! And there's only a fake locket there!"

    "But that was the last thing Regulus left behind." Sirius said softly, and Sylvia was silent, "There is a note from him."

    "Alright." Sylvia refocused on the stationery, "But I'll ask Professor Dumbledore to come, and I'll be at ease when you go together."

     Da, but no one dares to take care of me."

      ,Understand?"

    "Who are you so strong like?" Sirius rubbed her head again, and gave a doting smile as if he had compromised.

    "Like you." Sylvia looked at him, shrugged and smiled.

    Dumbledore came to No. 12 Grimmauld Place in the evening, and the kind old man said a few words of praise to Sylvia. He chatted with Sirius for a while, and the two left with Kreacher. Sylvia didn't say anything, just let them pay attention to safety. After all, no one would agree to let her follow.

    But the waiting process was really tormenting.

    Sylvia found a book on Occlumency on Regulus's shelf. Without any hesitation, she picked up her notebook and quill, sat down and read it.

    She didn't expect to learn how finely she was, but at least she needed to hide her thoughts and emotions. What's more, she can only choose to study by herself, which alone is enough to spend a lot of her time. Fortunately, there are many notes left by Regulus on it.

    "Snape is really good." Sylvia stretched and muttered to herself, "Being able to lie in ambush under Voldemort's nose for so long."

    Oh, though he'll be losing his nose soon.

    Sylvia found that her jokes were getting less and less funny, she shook her head and continued to learn how to empty her mind.

    "Forget about annoying me." Sylvia threw the book aside, rolled her eyes and lay on the ground, "I have twice as many things in my mind than my peers, Isn't that embarrassing me?"

    But when she turned to the front of the notebook and looked at the lack of progress in research with Hoddle these days, she still sighed, a carp sat up straight, gave herself a secret boost, and again Start practicing according to the book.

    It was late when Sirius returned home. He gave Kreacher the fake locket and kept the note for himself.

    Sylvia helped her dear uncle make a late night snack, although he chose a bottle of fire whisky.

    The two of them sat on the floor on the balcony of Regulus's room, and Sylvia noticed that Sirius's face was a kind of lost peace.

    "Searle, Merlin must be punishing the stupid things I did when I was young." Sirius shook his head while drinking, "Otherwise, why did Fork and Rael leave me?"

     The bright star. He was always there and never left us. Sirius, do you believe me?"

    "I believe in you." Sirius took the telescope, put his arms around Sylvia's shoulders, and held his little niece in his arms. Fortunately, his niece was so caring and clever. Maybe Merlin wasn't too bad for him either.

    "You believe me, Sirius." Sylvia said softly, "What he wants most is to let you know all this. He is your pride and Blake's pride."

    "I believe in you." Sirius looked at the night sky, "Thank you, Searle."

    Regulus Black was the one person Sylvia dared not to mention. Although I know so little about him, when I think of him, it's like my heart has also been dragged into the water and sunk to the bottom of the lake. It's suffocating.

    But at this time she looked at the sky full of stars and didn't feel desolate at all.

    From the yearning and thirst for strength as a child, to the struggle when discovering the Horcrux, to the final resistance to life, Regulus has been moving forward alone. Whether it is his cleverness or tenacity, Sylvia admires everything. Regulus is definitely not weaker than Sirius, nor weaker than anyone else. He has excellent grades and is a good Quidditch player, and he can also be a campus legend, as beautifully written in Hogwarts memory as his brother. But he is more willing to accumulate and pursue the glory and status he wants.

    He is a young man in his prime and the inheritor of Black's glory. A boy can pursue joy and freedom, and of course fame and power. Sirius chose to escape the shackles of his family and chose to dedicate himself to friendship. This is Sirius' own choice. Likewise, Regulus has his own choices. Likewise, he is very dashing.

    He is so dazzling, but he is only a low-key shining light for the Black family.

    Some Slytherins are pretentious, some are calculating, and some are chasing fame and fortune. Thousands of people, thousands of faces, unpredictable. But the most valuable thing is that they all have their own ruler, and they know what they want most. Once the pros and cons are weighed, they will hold on firmly without giving in.

    Anyway.

    Sylvia couldn't say anything. Blame you for being so stupid that you didn't realize that your brother has always been so righteous and kind? Blame Voldemort for doing everything he can to achieve his goals? I can only blame this world for being so cold. Whether it is conflict or misunderstanding, these things that life does not bring and death do not bring, in the end, maybe they will leave without even feeling regret.

    And fortunately this time, Sirius got the truth. Regulus must be very happy. Blink if you're happy, come back and beat Sirius if you're not, how about that? So, you must be very happy about it. Sylvia's astronomy had been unremarkable, but she looked up at the night sky and seemed to feel that Regulus was there, blinking.

    He was short-lived in the world, but left behind a gripping swan song.

    Leaving is not a cliché, which may also be a good period for him.

    Regulus went to the other shore like the moon and stars.

    The moon is setting and the stars are sinking. The moon is setting and the stars are dim. But it's okay, it also shows that it's dawn.

    The author has something to say:

    ThischapterisdedicatedtoR.A.B

    This chapter is dedicated to Regulus Arcturus Black.

    Regulus is Alpha Leo, also known as the heart of the lion, and Arcturus is Alpha Boes, also known as Arcturus, the brightest star in the north.

    Reel is definitely one of the characters that Rowling doesn't write much about but that really fascinates me.

    I chatted with my friends, can this chapter earn your tears. I have so much to say about the Black family. I think it is indeed possible to let Xiaotian go to the cave and let him experience what Rael has experienced. Let him take away the last handwriting left by Rael, and let Kreacher return to his place as soon as possible.

    My respect for Regulus is always high. Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-05-08 20:46:52~2021-05-1220:23:43~

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