Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 39 Black magic tattered

Sirius pointed his wand at the tapestry and made a shooting motion.

"Okay," his tone became lighter, "are you looking for Slytherin's relics? We can look for it together, and I can also throw away all the useless crap along the way."

Peter nodded, and glanced at Regulus' name again.

He and Regulus met through the Death Eater mask, and he recognized Regulus' eyes because they were exactly the same as Sirius's.

Peter's mind returned to the present, and he reopened the magical space, enveloping Sirius together.

"I'm not good at perception, it's too cumbersome." Sirius said, "You come and find it, I'm in charge of throwing out the trash."

They slowly checked the ancient cabinets, drawers and display shelves, and Peter found a shriveled dead cobra, a heavy locket, a tweezer that could bite, and a music box that could stop a heartbeat (Peter saw through its tricks).

Sirius waited impatiently for Peter to inspect them, eagerly slid everything into the trash bag.

Suddenly, with a snap, Kreacher appeared, taking advantage of Sirius' surprise, he pulled the garbage bag over, and then with another snap, the trash bag disappeared with him.

"Kreacher!" Sirius yelled, "Come back to me!"

With no response, Kreacher may have retreated into the kitchen.

Sirius and Peter sprinted down the stairs and past the dining table together.

Others in the restaurant were still playing wizard chess, Hermione had been killed by Ron, and Potter and his son were applauding in unison.

"General!" Ron yelled.

"Oh—" Hermione made a disappointed sound, and her king staggered a few steps and fell down.

"Soldiers are not for delivery, Granger." The fallen king looked at the ceiling sadly and said heavily.

Sirius passed them and ran straight into the kitchen. Hermione and the others turned their faces to look at him suspiciously.

"Kreacher! Come out!"

Kreacher walked out with his mouth tightly shut, and when he saw Sirius, he bowed 120 degrees respectfully.

"Hand over that trash!" cried Sirius.

The house-elf shook his head desperately, then banged his head against the kitchen door as punishment for not obeying his master's orders.

Seeing this, Sirius threw himself on him like a dog, holding him tightly, not letting him continue to harm him.

"Sirius—" Peter persuaded upon seeing this.

"I told you that you are not allowed to punish yourself!" Seeing that Kreacher did not move, Sirius let him go and walked into the kitchen by himself, followed by Peter.

He walked to the cupboard in the kitchen and twisted open the cupboard door. Sure enough, Kreacher stuffed the garbage bag into his den.

Sirius yanked the bag out, and Kreacher rushed over desperately, pulling the bag on the other side.

"Let go!" Sirius ordered.

The house-elf let go of his grip and gripped the bag with a set of rotten gray teeth.

"Sirius!" Peter snapped.

But Sirius pulled back recklessly, and Kreacher was thrown away, and a dirty and worn-out blanket was brought out by the garbage bag, and a small crystal bottle and an old book flew out of it.

The crystal bottle and the old book drew an arc in the air and flew towards the dying fire.

Kreacher screamed, jumped into the fire without hesitation, and saved the crystal bottle and the old book at a critical moment.

He hugged his baby tightly, his feet standing on the red-hot ashes, his ugly face contorted with pain.

Sirius hurriedly reached out to pull Kreacher out of the fireplace, but Kreacher ducked back.

"Come out! I order you to come out!"

Kreacher came out sobbing, tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes to his big nose.

His body was covered with ashes, and his feet were so swollen from the heat that he couldn't even stand up.

Holding the crystal bottle tightly, with the old book on his head, he knelt on the ground and crawled to the side of the garbage bag, hugging it tightly.

Hermione and the others put down the wizard chess and came around, looking at this crazy and pitiful house-elf.

Sirius half-knelt down, level with the house-elf. He was also a little crazy just now, and now he finally calmed down a little.

"You allow him to speak." Peter said, frowning.

"Should he insult Lily and Hermione again?" Sirius snorted.

"Sirius, Kreacher is as emotional as a wizard, and he needs to express it," Hermione said tremblingly. "If you allow Kreacher to talk, I'd rather be called a Mudblood."

"Hermione, don't say that about yourself!" Ron said hastily.

"Sirius, let him explain why, why he risked his life to protect these things." Lily said.

"I don't need to ask, he will definitely say that these black magic rags are all left by his honorable master."

Kreacher stared at Sirius with eyes full of tears, showing hatred.

"Sirius, I know you hate these dark magic items, but you can let Kreacher keep them, and if you don't like it here, you can still live in our house like before." James said, "Now you allow him Speak."

As before, James' words still convinced him most, and he seemed to realize that he had gone too far.

"You can talk now, but you can't insult anyone," said Sirius. "I don't know why you can't live without this pile of junk."

"This is not rags! This is the relic of the noble masters, this is the treasure of the noble Black family!" Kreacher screamed.

Sirius made a "sure enough" grimace.

"Kreacher will never allow Master Sirius to ruin this home, oh no, he has already ruined this home..." Kreacher whimpered, "Master ordered Kreacher to guard this home, Kreacher failed, Kreacher failed!"

Kreacher clutched the crystal bottle and bumped his head on the ground. Just after hitting him, he realized that his master had ordered him not to punish himself, and he had disobeyed his master's order, so he wanted to punish himself by hitting his head on the ground again, and so on. keep looping...

"I won't allow you to punish yourself!" Sirius said, noticing something clutched in Kreacher's hand, "What's that crystal bottle in your hand?" He said, reaching for it.

Kreacher screamed, shielding it with his body, and his tears became more violent.

"Don't touch it! It's left by Master Regulus, master... The master told Kreacher to give it to his family after the Dark Lord died... But... But Mistress... Mistress couldn't bear the blow... ...dead...dead...so..."

Kreacher was sobbing, curled up on the floor, after a long time, he finally took a breath and continued to speak—

"Kreacher... failed again... Ray...Master Regulus... Kreacher was wrong!"

(End of this chapter)