Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 42 Regulus' Relic ([-])
The scene changes again.

It was night, and a man and a woman fell on the floor panting, their sweat-soaked faces as white as wax.

Four Death Eaters stood beside them, three of them wearing hoods and masks, the leader Bellatrix showing his true colors without hesitation.

"Damn it, these two people are useless, and I can't even say my own name." Bella kicked the man in the face, "Forget it... Regulus, you can just take They practice."

Regulus' eyes were full of fear, he was trembling all over, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"No...I...I won't..." he said incoherently.

"You don't know what? The Cruciatus Curse? Then I'll show you one more time."

"do not--"

Regulus desperately tried to stop Bella, but she was already yelling excitedly, "Crucio!"

The woman on the floor arched her neck and opened her mouth wide to scream, but her throat was too hoarse to scream.

Her eyes quivered in their sockets, and her body writhed like a fish on the floor...

"...stop now... please... that's enough..." Regulus begged, tears streaming down the mask.

Bella raised her wand impatiently, Regulus' pleadings ruining her moment.

"Are you Mammy's baby?" she said grimly. "If you won't use the Cruciatus Curse on them, I'll have to use it on you."

Regulus shook his head, and took a few steps back.

Bella raised her wand mercilessly: "Crucio!"

This casting of hers was more vicious than all the spells that had been cast on the couple before.

Regulus let out a shrill scream, he rolled on the floor, his mask slid to the ground, revealing his face in agony, the veins on his forehead burst out, and his robe was soaked in cold sweat...

After about 30 seconds, Bella stopped casting the spell. If the time continued, the severe pain caused by the spell would be fatal.

Panting, coughing, and crying, Regulus rolled slowly on the floor, but couldn't find any less painful position.

The other two Death Eaters made mocking noises.

"Would you like some more? Or be obedient?" Bella said, holding up her wand, with a cruel pleasure on her face.

Regulus shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face.

He knelt on the ground and took out the wand from his arms with trembling hands...

The scene was broken and reconstructed, and Regulus was now walking into a bedroom in Black's old house.

Upon seeing him, his mother, Walburga, stood up, looking a little frightened.

Only then did he realize that he was still wearing a terrifying hooded mask, and the white mask was splattered with blood.

He quickly took off his hood and mask, and walked towards his mother. His face was covered with vicissitudes and haggardness that were not commensurate with his age, and he could no longer see the youthfulness and innocence of a teenager.

Walburga threw himself into his arms, clutching his dusty black robe tightly.

On the hospital bed beside him, his father was unconscious and his temples were already graying.

He didn't know what to say, he had become taciturn.

"My son...my little hero..." Walburga sobbed, "You haven't been home for two whole months, I think about you every day, your father fell ill...your brother You are already in prison, what should we do if something happens to you?"

"I serve the Dark Lord," he said mechanically.

Hearing the Dark Lord's name, his mother shivered in his arms.

"Our family can serve the great Dark Lord in another way, you go beg him...you go beg him..." She was a little crazy, "The Black family has gold, there is a lot of gold, beg him, as long as he Give us back our son..."

"Enough, don't let anyone hear you say that! I came home this time because of the Dark Lord's mission. The Dark Lord asked me for Kreacher's service. This is my honor, and Kreacher's honor too. .”

He settled the weeping mother into a chair and walked out of the room.

He went downstairs to the kitchen. Kreacher wasn't there, the fire had long gone out.

He walked around anxiously, as if waiting for Kreacher's return.

Finally, with a snap, Kreacher Apparated, and Regulus' eyes lit up.

But in the next second, he realized that something was wrong. Kreacher's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was trembling, and he clutched his throat with both hands in pain.

"Kreacher!" Regulus hurriedly hugged the house elf into his arms, "What's wrong with you?"

"Kreacher...Kreacher obeys Master's orders..." His voice was extremely hoarse.

"What did the Dark Lord make you do?"

"Lord Dark Lord... took me...to a cave...with a lake...a boat..." His voice trembled like a dead leaf in late autumn.

"You're fine, you're fine, speak slowly, I'm listening." Regulus held the house elf's little blood-stained hand reassuringly.

"Black... The Dark Lord took Kreacher to a stone basin and made him drink the poison inside. Kreacher saw something terrible... He was in so much pain... Kreacher cried for the master and mistress save him……"

"I'm right here... I'll always protect Kreacher..." Regulus' voice was trembling, and he hugged Kreacher tightly, and the house-elf put his head on his shoulder, tears streaming down his face gush.

"... Kreacher finished drinking the poison... the Dark Lord put a trinket box into the empty stone basin, filled it again, and then the Dark Lord left, leaving Kreacher there... Kreacher was so thirsty , he took a sip of water from the lake..."

Kreacher screamed and buried his face in his Master's arms, out of breath.

"Many hands stretched out of the lake...the hands of the dead...the dead dragged Kreacher into the lake...but Master Regulus ordered Kreacher to go home...so Kreacher came back..."

Regulus held the trembling house-elf in his arms and knelt on the ground, big and big tears streaming from his eyes.

The master and servant cried together.

Finally, Regulus said hoarsely: "Kreacher, you are not allowed to leave the house from now on, protect your family, and don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

Kreacher sobbed and nodded emphatically.

Regulus stood up, walked to the kitchen fireplace, and lit the fire with his wand.

The warm flame dispelled the cold atmosphere in the room, illuminating his pale and haggard face, and Kreacher was still crying behind him.

He took the blood-stained skull mask out of his arms, and after a pause, he threw it into the blazing flames.

(End of this chapter)