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However... Regulus still insisted:

"I have to go, Kreacher!"

Kreacher cried and stopped Regulus:

"No, little master! Let's just pretend that nothing happened... Whatever the Dark Lord wants to do! Just let him do it! Someone will definitely stop him in the future! But it doesn't have to be Us! Just leave this matter of saving the world to others!"

Regulus said with an increasingly firm tone:

"Kreacher, I'm not interested in saving the world. I just want to do what I should and can do..."

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"I'm an idealist!"

"My ideal is that wizards no longer have to hide!"

"We are pure-blood wizards who are born noble!"

"We are not ants in the gutter!"

"Not even bedbugs in the toilet!"

"We are born extraordinary, how can we compromise with those ordinary Muggles!"

"Because we are noble, we are humble and polite, so we choose to tolerate and let the world be dominated by Muggles!"

"What can I get in exchange?"

"In exchange, they still have the hostility they have had for nearly a thousand years!"

"In exchange, they become more ignorant and stupid!"

"In exchange, they will ruin the world and spit on it!"

"It's time for us pure-blood wizards to stand up!"

"Resist those Muggles! Resist those Muggles who bring filth to the world!"

"Only we noble pure-blood wizards who are born extraordinary can lead this world to the path it really should take!"

"us......"

Voldemort's original declaration still rings in his ears.

But everything he did was contrary to his declaration.

After deceiving himself countless times, at this moment, because of Kreacher's injury, Regulus finally saw clearly the hypocritical face of Voldemort, an emotionless monster.

The Dark Lord who had made countless promises, after he took off his disguise in front of the creatures he considered despicable, he was just a cruel, bloodthirsty, tyrannical and unscrupulous man.

What led the Haruyuki family to restore their former glory?

What makes wizards stop hiding?

It’s nothing more than a political slogan to attract believers and increase power!

Voldemort didn't care at all about the revival of pure blood, just as he didn't care about the trembling elf in front of him!

The eternal life he pursues does not seem to be part of the plan.

The powerful and fearless Dark Lord turned out to be a coward who was willing to destroy his soul just to stay alive.

And the title of Death Eater that he was once proud of was just another sign of his greed for life and fear of death.

In fact, he has already seen this, but he has been unwilling to admit it and face it.

But Kreacher's experience was a resounding slap that completely awakened his illusions.

So before coming, he deceived Voldemort, his brother, and everyone with a fake death...

So much so that everyone thought his death was the other party's problem!

Then he came here.

"Kreacher, let's go!"

After preparing a replica, under the leadership of Kreacher, Regulus came to the mysterious black lake and came to the vessel filled with poison.

Kreacher knew that his little master had decided to destroy the Horcrux, so he took the initiative to take over the task of drinking the poison.

But Regulus refused.

"You have already experienced this kind of pain once! It's my turn this time..."

"But little master, if you drink these poisons, you will die!"

"It's okay! Kreacher!"

Regulus looked at the pot of poison with firm eyes, and slowly picked up the shell container:

"People always have to pay for their mistakes!"

Immediately afterwards, the first sip of poison was taken.

Then came the second bite!

Third bite!

The fourth bite!

With a heartbreaking feeling exploding inside his body, Regulus still insisted on drinking.

Even if his whole body is shaking!

Even though his hands could no longer hold the shell, he asked Kreacher to continue pouring it into his mouth.

These poisons cannot be thrown away.

If you dump a little bit, all your efforts will be wasted.

All that I drank before was in vain.

So in tears, Kreacher poured cups of poison into the belly of his beloved and respected little master.

Until...

The poison in the vessel was removed until the Horcrux was revealed.

"Now, put the fake one in!"

Under Regulus's order, Kreacher was about to leave with Regulus after completing the replacement of the Horcrux.

"No need! Kreacher!"

Regulus said with difficulty:

"I don't live long enough! I can feel it! Leaving with my body will only drag you down, so leave on your own!"

"No! No! Little master!"

Kreacher cried:

"I'm just a slave, you can obviously let me die!"

"Let me say it again... No matter what my mother or my brother thinks of you, in my heart, you are my friend instead of working hard!"

Regulus pushed Kreacher away with difficulty:

"Let's go! Don't tell others what's going on here, especially don't tell my brother, don't tell anyone in the Black family, I don't need them to mourn for me, nor do I need them to shed tears for me... "

In great sadness, Kreacher passed away.

He looked back countless times and prayed that his little master would change his mind.

But Regulus has decided to stay here.

After Kreacher left...

Regulus continued to look at the pot of vessels, which was filled with poison again.

He unconsciously began to murmur about the note he placed inside the fake Horcrux, which was his last message to Voldemort:

"To the Dark Lord..."

"I am still willing to call you the Dark Lord, in order to commemorate my unachievable ideal."

"After all, I was so sure that I would always be your humble believer!"

"And you will lead me to realize my ideals and ambitions!"

"I relied on my intelligence to discover your biggest secret!"

"I don't hide my pride in taking away the Horcrux!"

"When my brother knows the truth, will he still call me a weak fool?"

"I am powerless to destroy my faith with my own hands!"

"But I believe there will be a human being who will complete this task in the future!"

"I am willing to give my life to help him cut off your immortality!"