Science and magic at Hogwarts

38 Kreacher

"Ms. Black, what happened?" Kyle said with a serious expression on his face.

I didn't expect Kreacher's hidden secret to cause such a huge shock to Mrs. Black. Could it be that Regulus' last order involved the mystery of his disappearance?
The atmosphere in the hall was solemn, and Mrs. Black stared at Kreacher, as if she wanted to swallow him alive.

"Kreacher, I really didn't expect, I really didn't expect that you dared to hide such an important matter from us! Could it be that the Black family is too kind to you! How dare you let Leyle take risks alone? How dare you let Leyle face it alone? To all this?!"

Kreacher didn't answer Mrs. Black's question, and he unconsciously punished himself for having collapsed. In fact, he couldn't hear anything others said.

"Mrs. Black, I'm sorry to disturb you, but can you explain what makes you so angry?"

Mrs. Black didn't speak, she was still staring at Kreacher. At that time, a Black in the other portrait next to her replied:
"It was Kreacher who concealed the truth about Regulus' disappearance, even now he is still ambiguous, refusing to explain exactly what happened."

"You don't need to talk too much, Signus, I just want to hear Kreacher explain to me that the job of the house elves is to protect and serve the master. Is that how you protect my little Rael?"

"Answer me, Kreacher!" By the end, Mrs. Black's voice had grown into a loud growl.

Afterwards, no one spoke, and the living room fell into a huge silence, leaving only Kreacher screaming and crying as punishment for himself.

"Kreacher, can you tell me what happened to Regulus in the end? Since he left a final order, it means that he still has something to worry about. If you didn't do it, you should tell the other masters and help Regulus Les fulfills his wish."

"Also, only if you tell us about Regulus' last whereabouts can the masters take him home, right?"

Kyle's voice was extremely soft, but full of bewitching power.

Both Kreacher and Mrs. Black stared blankly at Kyle as if the pause button had been pressed.

Kyle was a little uncomfortable looking at the eyes of the two. To be honest, Kyle already wondered if the pair of masters and servants were out of their minds. They obviously cared so much about Regulus, but they didn’t care about Regulus for so long. Thinking of taking him home, regardless of life or death.

"Take... Take back the little master?"

Kyle's words directly stopped Kreacher's brain.

"Bring back the little master?"

"Yes, Kreacher wants to bring back the little master, Kreacher wants to bring back the little master, and the little master is still waiting for Kreacher to take him home!"

At the end, Kreacher was already screaming, his face full of madness.

"I said, I said, young master, please, please take the young master back, the young master has been out alone for too long, he is very timid, he will be afraid, please, young master, Please." Kreacher came to his senses and knelt beside Kyle, begging him bitterly.

"Calm down Kreacher, at least you have to tell us what happened so we can know what to do, won't you?"

"I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything, Kreacher is going to take the little master home!"

Kyle did not speak, silently waiting for Kreacher to confess everything.

"Stop your disgusting sobs, Kreacher!"

"Say everything you know at once!"

Mrs. Black had obviously reached the limit of her patience, and shouted orders to Kreacher.

"Little master Regulus' box, Kreacher was wrong, Kreacher violated his orders, Kreacher didn't destroy that box!"

While talking, Kreacher rushed to the poker standing in front of the fireplace, intending to punish himself with the poker.

The unbearable Mrs. Black growled again:
"Kreacher, I order you to stay still! Stop your damn behavior, I want to know what happened to my Rael!"

Kreacher lay on the cold slate, tears welling from under his slack eyelids.

But obeying orders is in the house-elf blood, after all, and Kreacher sat up, curled up into a ball, put his wet face between his knees, and began to rock back and forth.

When he spoke, his voice was suppressed, but in this quiet, empty hall, it was still very clear.

"Master Sirius is gone, happily out of his family."

"Because he is a bad boy who always breaks the rules and breaks the mistress's heart. But the little mistress is very educated. He knows what the name of the Black family and his noble pure blood mean."

"For years, he talked about the Dark Lord, the one who took wizards out of hiding and in turn ruled Muggles and Muggle-borns.... At 16, the young master joined the Dark Lord's clique."

"So proud, so proud, so happy to serve him."

Then one day, a year after joining, the little master came downstairs to see Kreacher in the kitchen.The little master has always liked Kreacher.The little master said...he said..."

The old house-elf swayed faster.

"...he said the Dark Lord needed a house-elf."

"Voldemort needs an elf?" Kyle repeated, his face full of confusion.

At this time, the portraits in the hall were full of Blacks, all silently listening to Kreacher's words, also full of confusion about the Dark Lord's request.

"Well, yes," Kreacher groaned at the name of Voldemort, but continued: "The little master recommended Kreacher. It is an honor, the little master said, belonging to him and Kreacher. Kreacher must Do whatever the Dark Lord tells you...and go back...home."

Kreacher swayed even faster, his gasps turning into whimpers.

"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. Deep in the cave was a cave, and there was a big black lake in the cave..."

"On an island in the lake there is a basin full of... potion. The Dark... Dark Lord made Kreacher drink it..."

The house-elf was shaking from head to toe.

"Kreacher drank, and saw terrible things while drinking...Kreacher's body seemed to be on fire...Kreacher cried for the little master to save him, he cried for the mistress Blake, but Black The fiend just laughed...he made Kreacher drink up all the potions...he put a box in the empty basin...he filled it up with more potions."

"Then the Dark Lord rowed the boat away, leaving Kreacher alone on the island."

"Kreacher needed water, he crawled slowly to the edge of the island, and drank from the black lake... many hands, dead hands, stretched out from the water, pulling Kreacher underwater..."

"But little master asked Kreacher to come home, little master asked Kreacher to come home,"

"The highest law of a house-elf is his master's order," Kreacher drawled. "The little master asked Kreacher to go home, so Kreacher is back..."

Having said this, Kreacher no longer had the energy to continue talking, but only breathed weakly.

The hall was silent.

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