Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 44 The Long Journey Home

Hearing Sirius' words, Kreacher curled up into a ball and sobbed again.

"But Kreacher doesn't...don't want Master Regulus to fight against the Dark...Dark Lord...Kreacher just wants his master to come home..." he said with sobs.

"Kreacher must be very lonely," said Hermione cautiously. "He has lived alone in the house for more than ten years, thinking of his dead family members day and night. He is blindly loyal to their beliefs, but he doesn't know that Regu Ruth has changed his mind."

"I did do something wrong," Sirius said hoarsely. "I wanted to escape from this house, but I didn't bother to know my family. I even thought Regulus was a coward. I didn't know he was until now." So brave."

He lifted Kreacher from the cold floor, and now he was at eye level with the house-elf, "Kreacher, if I apologize to you now, for my misinterpretation of Regulus, for not returning to you in ten years." I apologize, is there still time?"

Kreacher's tear-filled eyes widened in horror, and his whole body was trembling, "No!" he screamed, as if he had seen some outrageous transgression, "How can the noble Master Sirius ask the humble Master Sirius?" Kreacher apologizing?"

"Don't give me the hierarchy anymore, otherwise I will run away from home again at any time." Sirius smiled a little.

Peter stood aside and also smiled. After a long journey home, Sirius finally came home.

But he was also concerned with another matter.

"Kreacher, can you show me the locket that Regulus asked you to bring? It's in this pocket." He motioned to Sirius' trash pocket.

"No! This is left by the young master, and the young master asked Kreacher to destroy it!" Kreacher hugged the pocket tightly again, protecting it tightly.

Sirius was about to speak for an order, but Peter stopped him with a gesture.

"This is something left by Voldemort, with all kinds of powerful magic attached to it, you can't destroy it." He said convincingly, "Give it to me, and I can help you destroy it, so As soon as you came, you fulfilled all of Regulus' last wishes."

Kreacher tilted his head and looked at Peter, as if weighing whether his words were credible.

Sirius stood up and patted Peter on the shoulder, "Mr. Peddylo is the recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class and a master of transfiguration. He personally killed Voldemort and avenged Regulus. If he can't destroy it, then Thing, I'm afraid none of us can do it."

Sirius praised Peter exaggeratedly, and Peter couldn't help laughing when he saw James and Lily.

But the flattery worked for Kreacher, who got into the trash bag and pulled out Voldemort's locket.

The locket was of gold and looked very old, and it was decorated with serpents in cameo, and the eyes of the snake were emerald.

Peter pulled out his wand seriously, tapped the locket in Kreacher's hand, and it exploded to pieces with a bang.

"Okay, now you have successfully completed the task!" Peter said in an encouraging voice.

Kreacher opened his mouth halfway, looking at the fragments in his hands, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Kreacher tried all kinds of methods but failed to destroy it. Kreacher punished himself again and again...until Mr. Peddylo came to help, and he helped Kreacher fulfill Master Regulus' last wish!"

After speaking, he cried and bowed to Peter again and again, each of which exceeded 100 degrees.

When he made the 14th bow, Sirius had to grab him from behind, and it took them almost half an hour to calm Kreacher from his ecstasy.

After that, everyone went back to the dining room and set up the wizard chess again.

This time it was Harry who challenged Ron, because the new wizard chess set refused to obey Hermione's terrible instructions.

James sprayed another silver potion on the chessboard. The special effects of this potion were even better than the previous one. The chess pieces became ethereal like patron saints, and the chessboard became a transparent starry sky with squares. Both have a beautiful silvery glow.

"This is a star-themed potion. It can be used not only on wizard chess, but also on the toilet, allowing users to have a fantastic toilet experience. More uses are still under development..."

James happily introduced the products of Potter's Potion Store, while Lily held her chin aside and showed a kind smile.

Sirius pulled Peter aside alone, and asked in a low voice, "You really destroyed Voldemort's thing so easily?"

"Of course not." Peter put his hand in his pocket casually, "This is a very important clue, we have to investigate carefully, and we must not disappoint Regulus' sacrifice. And it has powerful magic on it, and it is not intended to destroy can be destroyed.”

Sirius nodded, and when Peter mentioned his brother's name, his eyes were a little sad, and it took him a long time before he opened his mouth to speak.

"Peter... You said, Regulus finally told Kreacher that he would go home, did he want to come back as a ghost?"

His eyes were fixed on the distant air, as if he was really looking for the ghost of Regulus.

"When we were young, we spent many happy times together. He was the only bright color in my childhood. Without him, I might have been driven crazy by my parents' suppression. If I could see him again, I actually have a lot to say He said."

"Regulus must have gone down, he is very brave." Peter said.

"Yes, he's brave...I also think that's just his way of coaxing Kreacher to go home," Sirius muttered.

Kreacher was already busy upstairs and downstairs in the house.

He ran from the kitchen to the dining room, and from the dining room to the bedroom. He snapped his fingers lightly, and the mold and dust disappeared without a trace. In just a few hours, No. 12 Grimmauld Place could already see the luxury of the past .

Harry and Ron were still playing chess, and Harry was slightly better than Hermione, but not by much.

"Oh, Harry, your knight is trapped." Hermione pointed aside.

"Shut up, Granger," said the knight sternly.

Peter suddenly remembered something, he stood up and walked to the hall, and walked out of the house.

He felt that the possibility was unlikely, but he had to confirm it before he could rest assured.

Sirius, James and Lily felt that his behavior was a bit strange, so they stood up and walked into the hall.

He groped carefully in the abandoned garden in front of Black's old house, and found the dry well that had appeared in Regulus' memory.

The mouth of the well has been blocked by stones and gravel, and the grass has grown as high as half a person.

There was a hoarse voice faintly coming from the well, which was the sound that aroused Peter's vigilance last night.

"Peter?" James called, sticking his head out.

Behind him, Sirius and Lily were making silencing gestures, reminding him not to wake the ghastly portrait of Sirius' mother.

Peter didn't answer, he pointed his wand at the gravel blocking the mouth of the well, for some reason, his heart was pounding violently against his ribs.

He didn't know what he wanted to see, maybe the noise coming from the well came from the ghoul that Regulus stepped on back then.

"Torn apart," he said.

The grit was blasted away.

Peter lit his wand and looked down the well.

Trapped in the well is a ghost in a black robe. It wears a tattered hood and walks hunched over at the bottom of the well. The walls of the well are covered with traces of being scratched.

Barely breathless, Peter cast a Levitation Charm to release it from the well, then stepped back carefully to avoid being attacked by it.

But it didn't mean to attack Peter, and it wasn't as afraid of the sun as other ghosts.

It walked resolutely towards the gate of 12 Grimmauld Place.

Sirius had turned into a wood carving and stone carving, standing blankly in the hall.

James and Lily stepped back to let the Inferi pass through the door.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione also put down their wizard chess pieces and stared dumbfounded at what was happening before them.

Finally, it stepped across the threshold and walked mechanically towards Sirius.

Only then did Sirius come back to his senses, and he yelled: "Kreacher!"

With a bang, Kreacher Apparated, "Master Sirius, what do you have—"

Kreacher froze, he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

Even if its hands have rotted in the lake water, even if its cheeks have been sunken, Kreacher can recognize this not tall figure at a glance——

"Master...Master Regulus!" He threw himself on his dead master desperately.

Sirius stepped forward quickly, and pulled Kreacher and his dead brother into his arms, big drops of hot tears rolling down from his deep eyes.

The remains of Regulus stopped the mechanical advance, and the black magic began to dissipate from it.

It began to peel off, melt away...after only a few seconds, it was reduced to ashes in the arms of the family and disappeared without a trace.

Regulus' soul was free, and like his brother, he had finally come to an end on his long journey home.

Sirius cried loudly while hugging Kreacher, and Hermione stood behind them and quietly wiped away her tears.

No one noticed that Walburga Black's portrait had long since been awakened by Sirius' voice calling to Kreacher.

She didn't scream, and she wasn't insulting.

She covered her face with her hands and wept.

(End of this chapter)