Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 43 Regulus' Relic ([-])
The screen is reorganized again.

Torrential downpour.

Regulus was hurrying through the dark alley, his expression was in a trance and his breathing was short of breath.

Behind him came a series of chaotic footsteps.

He turned a corner quickly, lost his stalker, and apparated back to Grimmauld Place.

Standing on the doorstep of Black's old house, he turned and looked at the garden in front of the door.

The once tidy lawn has turned to mud in the torrential rain, and the bushes are whimpering in the wind and rain.

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if making a difficult decision, as the rain ran across his face and down his chin.

Finally, he walked into the hall and went straight to Kreacher's cupboard.

"Master Regulus!" Seeing him, Kreacher jumped out of the cupboard in surprise and joy, bowing comically.

But there was no smile on Regulus' face.

"Kreacher, take me to the cave where the Dark Lord went that day."

Kreacher was puzzled, but the master's order was the law of the house elves.

He took Regulus by the arm and led him to the dreadful isle in the middle of the lake.

In the dark cave, only one stone basin glows ominously with green light.

Surrounding it was a dark, stagnant lake that looked like a solid black ice.

Regulus lit his wand and walked forward slowly, Kreacher followed at his feet, huddled in fear.

He walked to the stone basin and took out a souvenir box.

"Kreacher, you want me to drink all the poison, then take away the souvenir box in the stone basin, replace it with this fake souvenir box, and destroy the real one as soon as possible, understand?" He ordered in an unquestionable tone road.

"No! Master Regulus can't drink this, let Kreacher drink it—"

But Regulus had already drank two cups of poison without hesitation. When he drank the third cup, his consciousness was completely confused, and the surrounding scenery disappeared from his memory, replaced by Fragmentary hallucinations:

He released the Dark Mark outside a house, and a woman's heart-piercing cries were heard inside the house.

He stood silently in the corner of a dark room, watching Peter Pedillo being tortured by the Dark Lord.

He fights Aurors wearing a mask, streaks of green light flashing from his wand.

He turned over the corpse of a strange man, the deceased was over middle-aged, wearing a plaid shirt, but in his absurd hallucination, this dead body seemed to be wearing a gold and red Quidditch jersey, with the last trace of smugness frozen on his handsome face smile——

"No!" cried Regulus, throwing himself on the corpse, "Sirius! I was wrong! I was wrong! Don't—"

"Master, this is the last cup..." Kreacher's trembling voice came from afar.

The illusion gradually dissipated, and the real scene reappeared in Regulus' memory.

He fell headfirst on a rock, shaking all over.

Kreacher knelt beside him, tears of distress in his eyes, the souvenir box already hung around his neck.

"Master Regulus..."

Regulus didn't respond, he just writhed a few times in pain, he was panting with difficulty, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat.

The same extreme thirst that Kreacher had experienced was tormenting him.

Seeing this, Kreacher hurriedly ran to the lake to fill the water with his cup. Seeing his master in such pain, he even forgot to be afraid of the horrible ghost floating in the water.

Sure enough, as soon as the cup touched the water, a rotten dead hand stretched out from the water. Kreacher was well prepared and nimbly avoided it, and ran back to pour water down Regulus' throat.

"Master Regulus!" Kreacher said, "Kreacher took the trinket box, and now he can take the young master home with him!"

"...No..." Regulus shook his head and said weakly.

The black lake was no longer calm, but violently stirred. A large amount of pale dead bodies emerged from the dark water. They all swam towards the small island with their rotten and white eyes open.

"Master, hurry up! The dead...the dead are coming!" Kreacher stared wide-eyed, embracing Regulus' arm in horror, ready to reveal himself at any time, but without the approval of his master, he could not act on his own.

"I did the unforgivable and now there is no turning back."

"Master, what are you talking about?"

The Yin Corpse swimming in the front has already climbed up the rock, its skin is torn apart, dragging its soaked white internal organs, but not a single drop of blood flows out - it has no life, no consciousness.

Regulus hugged Kreacher and forced a smile with difficulty.

"Go back and take good care of your mother—also, you must let Sirius go home. This family cannot live without him. He is better than me and more sensible than me."

"Master—"

"Go back quickly, I order you to go home, don't tell mom about this. If one day, the Dark Lord is defeated, you will give this to your family."

Regulus took out a crystal bottle with trembling hands, at this time a dozen or so corpses were approaching him.

"No! Master won't go home, and Kreacher won't go home either!" Kreacher cried hysterically, hitting his head on the ground, punishing himself for disobeying orders.

"Come on, I'll go home..." Regulus smiled sadly, pressing his wand to his temple.

Tears rolled down his cheeks.

……

The scene disappeared, and everyone's consciousness returned to reality.

Kreacher had fallen to the floor, nearly passed out from crying.

"Later...Master Regulus was dragged into the lake by the dead...he said he wanted to go home...but he didn't...leave old Kreacher alone..." he said intermittently.

Sirius sat on the ground with his head bowed.

"It turned out that Regulus hoped that my mother and I could reconcile, but he was afraid that this matter would involve the family, so he asked Kreacher to show her the memory after Voldemort died... Who knows that my mother did not live until Voldemort fell. That day."

"Kreacher was wrong... Kreacher didn't obey the master's order..."

"No, it's not your fault." Sirius said sincerely, "You have been fulfilling Regulus' entrustment, but he didn't have time to explain to you about the concept of pure blood."

Kreacher raised his head and looked at Sirius suspiciously, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"Regulus died fighting against Voldemort. He hoped that my mother would change her concept of pure blood and reconcile with me, but he was worried that his family would incur Voldemort's revenge."

Kreacher closed his eyes and shook his head, "Master Regulus serves the great Dark Lord—"

"Don't you understand?" Sirius stared into Kreacher's eyes and said, "He worshiped Voldemort at first, but later he discovered Voldemort's cruelty, and the person who really made him decide to resist is you, Kreacher .”

(End of this chapter)