The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"In fact, I have mentioned more than once, how can things be done well with such insects in the team?"

This is also the difference between Cyrus and Harry. He doesn't want to participate too much in Professor Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix. Apart from opposing the Dark Lord, he seems to have no other requirements.

Even Dumbledore covered his face now, nodding slightly, looking at Kreacher through his half-moon spectacles.

"That locket belongs to Regulus, did it come out of a... cave?" The old headmaster whispered softly, as if he was afraid of scaring Kreacher.

The little elf immediately sat up, but he could still hunched over.

It looked at the kind Dumbledore and Cyrus behind him, its eyes were full of distrust, and gradually became a little stunned as the principal's voice fell.

"Master Regulus has more self-respect than Master Sirius. He knows what the surname and blood of Black mean, so he believes that the Dark Lord can make wizards no longer hide..."

"But a year later, Master Regulus said that the Dark Lord needed an elf... Then Kreacher went into a huge cave"

Cyrus immediately asked, "Is there a boat at the entrance?"

Kreacher ignored him, just turned his head, looked at him with strange eyes, and then looked at Sirius, it was waiting for the permission of its master.

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?!" Sirius snarled, shaking with the parchment.

"Because Master Sirius, who has no self-respect, has long since abandoned the family and left the mistress and Master Regulus." Kreacher mocked in a sharp voice, "He even shames his own family!"

"Say... tell it all!" Sirius grabbed it by the shoulder and shook it violently, "Say all what happened after I left, and the relationship between Regulus and the Slytherin locket !"

Cyrus and others couldn't see Black's former ease.

Now it's Harry's turn to comfort him. It seems that he has always hated everyone in the Black family, but now he finds that some things are not what he thought...

The aged Kreacher swayed even more violently, as if his thin body was about to fall apart.

At this point Cyrus separates Sirius and Kreacher, the other kind of master and servant.

"Although you are a Mudblood, Kreacher will still express a little bit of gratitude." The nurturing elf said calmly, but he didn't express anything, without any fear and anger that should be there.

Cyrus and Hermione knew that elves in pure-blood families were used to rough treatment.

At this time, it saw the locket in Cyrus' hand, so it crawled up to it, its two round, frog-like eyes almost stuck to the box.

Two thin hands, like dry branches, carefully held the locket.

"This... this is Master Regulus' locket..." Kreacher's breath became rapid, and then it turned into a sob. It suddenly raised its head and said, "You have been there, you must have drunk it That poison, right?"

Without waiting for a few people to ask something, Kreacher stared at the locket, and said to himself: "When Kreacher drank, he saw a lot of scary and terrifying things, and his whole body seemed to be on fire..."

Yes, Regulus treated Kreacher very well, so it obeyed him very much.

Kreacher saw it as an honor when Regulus contributed it...

"The Dark Lord forced Kreacher to drink all the poison... Kreacher cried out in pain to the master and the mistress to save it...but no one answered...Then the Dark Lord threw a locket into it and refilled it left in the basin"

"But how did you run out at that time, there are all Yin corpses there?"

This scene is too graphic for Cyrus and Harry.

They could even imagine the despair at that time, not to mention that Kreacher was a victim and drank the pot of poison by himself.

"Kreacher knew that you drank it too... Yes, Kreacher needed water, so he drank the lake water... But then a lot of dead people came out of it, trying to drag Kreacher down"

"So how did you get out!!" Harry knelt down and repeated in its ear.

"Master Regulus said before, do everything the Dark Lord wants Kreacher to do...and go home." The elf seemed not to understand what he meant.

"I know...but how do you get rid of those infernal corpses, the dead people who dragged you into the water..."

"The young master said he wanted to go home, so Kreacher must go home" Kreacher just repeated meaninglessly.

Cyrus and Hermione understood. Obviously, house elves can't think about connection other than orders. Kreacher only knows to go home, so Voldemort left, so he must leave.

So, being a house-elf couldn't understand what Harry meant.

For Kreacher, the reason for getting rid of the Inferi was because he wanted to return to Master Regulus, not because he used any magic.

"Magic like Apparition"

"But...why?" said Harry, "if possible, neither Professor Dumbledore nor Cyrus had to..."

"The magic of elves is more pure than that of wizards," Cyrus said, "like the elves at Hogwarts, I can call them on the campus of the anti-apparition spell at any time"

So it was very simple. With the last bit of consciousness, the house elf returned to Black's ancestral house, and finally told Regulus all these things... everything can be perfectly matched.

Then what happened next, even if Kreacher didn't say anything, Cyrus and the others could still imagine Regulus stealing the Horcrux.

Voldemort never dreamed that he would fall over the elf.

Hermione sneered coldly: "A lunatic like Voldemort treats house-elves worse than ordinary wizards, so I don't know that he has some special talents because of his race."

"So in Hogwarts, the treatment of house-elves has always been the best." Dumbledore sighed, "But I can't change everyone's minds, it didn't happen overnight."

All he could do was to improve their treatment within his own scope and within the acceptable scope of the elves.

Sirius sat there blankly, he couldn't imagine what Regulus had experienced as the most fanatical Regulus. It can be said that he seemed to break into his brother's soul through Kreacher's description.

There was a hint of sadness that had another hidden meaning, so Sirius helplessly covered his face with both palms.

Through the fingers, the blurred eyes glanced back and forth at the mocking last words, which were full of the arrogance of the Black family, even if the object of the arrogance was Voldemort.

【Reasonable: He doesn't seem to be as bad as you think...at least...】

Just from the message on the parchment, one could guess that Regulus must have taken out the Horcrux again, just because 'that person' was a mortal when facing his destined opponent.

"He took that Horcrux in the end, didn't he? He made you drink those..."

"No!" Kreacher burst into tears, "Re...Master Regulus drank the potion...finally he took out the Dark Lord's locket and put his...that is, This box goes in"

"Klee switched off the potion, and then... just watched him being dragged down... The master didn't let Kreacher say anything, so Kreacher didn't say anything, but the mistress And crazy"

Having said this, Kreacher began to bang his head on the corner of the table again.

Churchill passing by said: "Crazy... what is this? Please don't break the table, thank you"

The reason why Regulus asked Kreacher not to speak out was obviously for the safety of the family. If the hostess knew that Regulus died because of Voldemort, she would definitely take revenge.

In those days, opposing Voldemort was tantamount to death.

"He should have told me...should have told me!" Sirius stood up, scowling.

"But Kreacher said that Mundungus stole Master Regulus' things, but Master Sirius didn't care." The elf was held in place by the Force, so he could only howl in pain.

Even Hermione, who was scolded by him as a 'mudblood', couldn't help but loosen her brows.

It was really too tragic. Based on the law engraved in the elf's heart, he could only watch the relic Regulus exchanged his life for was stolen, and because of the order, he couldn't go find trouble privately.

Just because Mundungus is Sirius' friend...

"Kreacher... Kreacher!"

Cyrus finally brought him back to his senses, and held out the fake locket in front of him, and Kreacher's eyes flicked from side to side following the locket.

"Do you want this?"

"This is... Regulus's..." Kreacher's tossing movements slowly slowed down.

He saw the hope in Kreacher's eyes from the very beginning, and for him, it was more of a relic carrying memories.

"I'll return this locket to you, but you have to help me find Mundungus!"

"Good man... this gentleman... Kreacher really doesn't know how to repay you, please forgive his abuse just now, because Kreacher thinks you are as bad as Master Sirius' former friends"

Kreacher's mouth twitched, and it took a long time to finish the sentence, which sounded funny.