Science and magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 39 Ornament Box

Obviously Voldemort hid something in that cave, and Kreacher was sent to test the strength of the protective magic.

As for Kreacher's life and death, how could Voldemort see it.

Apparently the Blakes in the portrait thought so too.

"What is worthy of Voldemort's attention? To be protected in the wilderness with such strict magic?"

"Is it a Horcrux?" "Is it a Horcrux?"

Kyle and a certain ancestor made judgments at the same time, but Mrs. Black was unmoved and continued to urge the elf:
"Go on, Kreacher, I just want to know what happened to my little Rael."

At this time, Mrs. Black's eyes were red and her voice was trembling. Kreacher's description made her shudder, and she couldn't imagine what her young son would experience.

In fact, Kyle already had his own judgment at this time. Regulus was probably killed by Voldemort. For the already crazy Voldemort, who cares whether you are the heir of the millennium noble, in order to keep the secret of his leaping death, Apparently can do anything.

"What happened after you came back?" At this time Orion Black also walked into Mrs. Black's portrait and asked anxiously. "When you told Rael what happened, what did he say?"

"Little master is worried, very worried," Kreacher said hoarsely. "The little master told Kreacher to stay in the house and not go out. Then... After a while... One night, the little master went to his cupboard to look for Kreacher. Kreacher could tell that the little master was strange and different from usual , his mind seems to be very confused...he wants Kreacher to take him to the cave, to the cave that Kreacher once went to with the Dark Lord..."

Kyle could clearly picture the frightened old house-elf in action with the thin, dark Regulus, who at one point looked so much like Sirius.

Kreacher knew how to hit the hidden entrance of the cave, and how to summon the boat; this time it was his beloved little master who rowed him to the island where the stone basin full of poison was located...

"He made you drink the poison?" Kyle asked.

But Kreacher shook his head and wept.

Mrs. Black quickly covered her mouth, she seemed to understand something.

"Little... little master took out a box similar to the Dark Lord's from his pocket," Kreacher said, tears pouring down from both sides of his big nose. "He told Kreacher to take it with him, and to change the box once the stone basin was empty..."

Kreacher's whimper was now a high-pitched cry; Kyle had to concentrate to hear him.

"He also ordered ... Kreacher to leave ... he ... he also told Kreacher ... to go home ... not to tell the mistress ... what he had done ... and to destroy ... the first box. He Drank...all the poison...Klee cut out and changed the box...watched...watched the little master...dragged under the water...was..."

"Kreacher!!!"

Mrs. Black screamed in grief: "How dare you! How dare you let little Rael replace you! How dare you still live in this world?!
I'm going to cut you into pieces, I'm going to cut you into pieces!

Volt, earth, demon!

I'm going to tear you into pieces, I'm going to cut you into pieces! "

Mrs. Black, who was weeping loudly, was speechless. Her resentment towards Voldemort and Kreacher's anger almost drove her crazy.

Kyle suspected that if Voldemort appeared in front of her at this time, Mrs. Black would use the last details of the Black family to pull Voldemort to death without hesitation.

Don't doubt the background of the thousand-year-old nobles. The family established over the thorns and thorns in that barbaric era definitely has the courage to pull the enemy to the end, and must have left similar means as the family's last insurance.

The grief-stricken and angry Mrs. Black was panting heavily. Orion Black covered his face with one hand and clenched his fist with the other, which also couldn't hide the pain.

To be honest, Kyle did not expect Regulus' choice at all. The dark and cold-blooded Black family actually raised such a kind heir. He was not killed by the Dark Lord, but he chose to die generously!
"What about the box? You said you didn't do what Regulus ordered, so it seems that you didn't destroy the box?" asked Black, who was explaining to Kyle in the basement.Kyle had already learned that Sirius Black, also named Sirius Black, was the great-grandfather of Sirius and Regulus.

"No matter what Kreacher does, it can't leave any marks on it," the elf groaned, "Kreacher has tried everything, everything he knows, but none of... none of them work...

There were so many powerful spells cast on the box that Kreacher was sure the way to destroy it was to break it from the inside, but it couldn't be opened... Kreacher punished himself, he tried to open it again, he punished himself, tried again Open it.

Kreacher failed to carry out the order, Kreacher couldn't destroy the box!And the mistress went mad with grief, because Master Regulus was gone, Kreacher couldn't tell her what happened in the cave, no, Master Regulus forbid...forbid him to tell the family...anyone in the family... ...anything that happened in the cave..."

Kreacher cried so much that he couldn't speak coherently.

"The box...the box is in Kreacher's cupboard...Kreacher tries to destroy it every day...and punishes himself for failing, every day."

"Bring the box here" Mrs. Black said in a cold voice, ignoring Kreacher's trembling from crying.

While crying bitterly, Kreacher disapparated and disappeared in front of everyone.

Only 1 minute later, Kreacher reappeared, holding the box that sent Regulus to his death.

It was a heavy gold locket with an ornate, serpentine S flashing in the light.

Fascinating yet dangerous!

At this time, Kyle's heart fluctuated greatly. The moment the pendant box appeared, he had already confirmed that it must be Voldemort's Horcrux, which made him overturn his guess about the plot again.

All kinds of known information tumbling in Kyle's mind, lacking fragments and not forming a line, so that Kyle can't connect to the end anyway.

"It seems that I, a traveler, don't have to think about using the prophet to get any benefits, because I don't know anything."

Kyle, who has been slapped in the face by reality several times, can only think so self-deprecatingly.

　Thank you for the monthly pass of the sword of the wind and the wind.

　　New books are not easy, the data is stretched, and the blade has the audacity to ask for recommendations and monthly tickets!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)