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ps: Chapter name - memory

PS: Modified.

After Sirius, Harry and Ron also came over. They lived in the same room on the third floor.

"What happened?" Ron asked in a loud voice.

After a while, Hermione gradually recovered from the previous fear. She no longer needed Tangning's support. She looked back firmly to see the way. Hermione turned back solemnly and said, "I want to go again." Go over and take a look!”

Tangning looked into the little girl's eyes, and all he saw was determination.

"I'll go with you!" Tangning said. He never let go of Hermione's hand. At this moment, he really didn't think much about it.I just feel that facing your fear is indeed the best way to defeat it.

Sirius was explaining in a low voice to Harry and Ron what had just happened. He admired Hermione's performance very much and didn't say much. In his opinion, it was just some elf heads. He had been here since he was a child. Growing up, I have long been used to it.

"Lightsing!" Hermione raised her wand and looked ahead, while Tangning took a small step behind.

Suddenly Hermione whispered: "That's... Kreacher?"

It wasn't until Hermione took another step forward that Tangning saw Kreacher's figure. He was leaning against the wall with his head pressed against the wall like those house elves who had their heads cut off. If you didn't take his body into consideration, Kreacher would It looks no different than the head hanging on the wall.

"Kreacher, what are you doing?" Tangning asked.

"This is Kreacher's dream, little master!" Kreacher held his head high and said proudly: "Kreacher's father and grandfather have been serving the Black family for generations. Kreacher must be like his father and give up his head before he dies. Hang on it!”

"Little Master, you will definitely help Kreacher realize his wish!" As he said this, Kreacher looked at Tangning pitifully.

Taking a deep breath, Tangning had never noticed that Kreacher had this idea after so many years. Although it was not surprising if she thought about Kreacher's idea, Tangning really couldn't accept it. Raising an elf Nian at home The fact that Lao cut off his head and hung it on the wall after losing the ability to work completely challenged Tang Ning's outlook on life.

Therefore, Tangning felt that even though this was the first time Kreacher had expressed his wish in front of her, and the first time he had made such a plea in front of her, he still couldn't agree.He felt he had to make his point clear, even if it was likely to make Kreacher 'sick' again.

It definitely wasn't because Hermione deliberately stepped on his foot.

"I thought you knew, Kreacher, I would never do this!" Tangning refused righteously, "You have to understand, Kreacher, cutting off your head is not an honor, it's all a bluffing trick. !”

After saying that, Tang Ning instantly felt that the red scarf on her chest became even brighter.

But Kreacher's reaction was a bit strange. He was neither hysterical nor moved to tears by Tangning. He just stood there blankly, his eyes empty and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Kreacher...what's going on?" Hermione asked worriedly.

Tangning shook his head. He was also a little confused. Could it be that he was too shocked after his dream was shattered and became stupid?This shouldn't be possible. The reason why Kreacher is Kreacher is because he has intermittent problems with his brain. Tangning is used to it now.

"Let's wait and see!" In Tangning's impression, Kreacher could always watch herself recover.

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At this moment, Kreacher didn't know why, but memories from the past suddenly appeared in his mind. Those memories that he had already blurred or forgotten were now extremely clear.

It was behind the house on a summer day, still the same place as now. He was much younger then, and the Black family was much brighter than now. He could always hear the young masters and ladies. Laughing cheerfully.Hearing this, Kreacher would be in a good mood throughout the day.

Sometimes, he would come here to see his father. Of course, the hard-working and responsible Kreacher would only come here after finishing all the housework last night.

Only by seeing his father's head can Kreacher recall the past. Unfortunately, Kreacher was a little sad. His father's voice was still there, but he would never reprimand him again.

However, Kreacher knew that his father's head represented the highest honor of a house elf, and not all house elves were qualified to hang their heads on their master's wall!

He deeply wishes to be able to hang beside his father when he is old.

"Kreacher, so you are here!" A slightly childish voice came from behind Kreacher.

Kreacher quickly bent down and turned around. He recognized the owner of the voice and said respectfully, "Good afternoon, young master."

"What are you thinking about?" The 'young master' in Klee's incision was covered in sweat. He must have just come back from outside.

Kreacher knew that his thoughts were actually a bit out of bounds, but since the young master asked him, he had no choice but to refuse to answer. As for lying, there was no such thing.

But contrary to Kreacher's expectations, the young master neither encouraged him to work hard to realize his wish nor suppressed his ideas. Instead, he said inexplicably: "Kreacher, I will never chop off your head. I won’t allow anyone to chop off your head!”

Yes, that's right, from Kreacher's point of view, these were inexplicable words, but why did he feel like crying for no reason?

By the way, why did he recall this memory?

Kreacher had no time to care about this anymore. He remembered the last meeting with the young master. He watched helplessly as the young master drank the poisonous potion. Why not let Kreacher drink it?Kreacher will definitely be hanging next to his father after drinking it!

Kreacher cried silently. No one knew how much he wanted to drink the potion in the cave instead of the young master. How much he wanted to rush up to stop him and replace him regardless of the young master's orders!But Kreacher found that he simply couldn't do it.

The young master told him not to move, so he couldn't move. The young master asked him to destroy the locket, so he must destroy the locket!

Locket? !

Kreacher came to his senses instantly.

He didn't fulfill the young master's order, he didn't fulfill the young master's order... these words were all in Kreacher's mind.

"Kreacher? Kreacher?" A voice gradually sounded in his ears, getting louder and louder. It sounded very familiar to Kreacher. Is it the young master?

I will never do this... I will never cut off your head...

Gradually, the two voices in Kreacher's memory blended together.

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