[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

Kreacher was in pain, Sirius' face was livid, and Harry and the others were at a loss.

"Reculus? Isn't that—"

Isn't that Sirius' brother?It is said that he became a Death Eater right after graduating from Hogwarts...

"Nonsense!" Sirius suddenly yelled at Kreacher angrily, not hearing their questions at all, "Regulus didn't leave any relics behind at all! He didn't know where he died back then, and he didn't even find his body , how could I give you an elf—”

Kreacher just cried, beating himself hard with the poker.

"Stop! Kreacher! I command you to stop!" Sirius grabbed Kreacher angrily, "Regulus...were you by his side when he died? Tell me! Where is he!"

"Noble Master Sirius..." Kreacher stopped his movements, but he stared at Sirius with strange hatred, "Did you remember to care about your poor brother now?"

"I order you—"

"Of course he is qualified to order Kreacher...but Kreacher will never tell! The little master ordered Kreacher to keep it a secret no matter what! No matter who asks...you can't say it!"

Kreacher looked at Sirius with hatred, his eyes were filled with tears again, he sneered and broke away from Sirius' hand, "Poor little master, why can you only entrust things to Kreacher? My honorable master... little master The one who went to look for you back then...wasn't it?"

"I—" Sirius seemed to remember something.

"Master, you haven't seen him—the great, righteous, master Sirius who resolutely resisted the darkness...how could he have anything to do with the minions of the darkness? Of course, the clearer the better—even...even if it was Your dear brother!"

These words of Kreacher seemed to have been held in his heart for a long time, he almost collapsed and yelled at Sirius, tears flowed wantonly along the wrinkles on his face, Harry and the others were stunned.

"He chose his way, I chose mine."

Sirius calmed down after hearing Kreacher's accusation.

He closed his eyes, "But anyway, he's my brother, Kreacher—"

Sirius stood up. Although he had been imprisoned for more than ten years, although his appearance was still unrepentant, his innate aloofness was indelible. "What did Regulus leave behind? Are you How did you lose it? Tell me."

After venting, Kreacher seemed to have calmed down a bit. He sat on the ground exhausted, and began to cry softly again.

"My lord—Of course my master can know..." Kreacher covered his face with his hands in pain, "In fact, my little master wanted Kreacher to give the things to Master Sirius—but...but Master Sirius was out. thing--"

Harry and the others knew that Sirius was framed by Wormtail, and everyone believed that he betrayed James Potter and Lily Evans, and killed eleven Muggles—so he died in Azkaban. Stayed there for 12 years, until Harry found a chance to escape when he was in the third grade.

"Kreacher dared not tell anyone—the mistress passed away from a heart-broken illness not long after... Kreacher has been waiting and waiting...finally until Master Sirius came back...but he never asked the little master a word!"

"But now the thing is lost—" Kreacher screamed, crying and banging his head on the boiler desperately, "Kreacher lost the thing! The little master told Kreacher to destroy it over and over again! Kreacher kept it lost!"

"Uh—I don't understand," Ron whispered to Harry strangely. "Is Kreacher out of his mind? It's his little master's relic, why do you say—destroy it?"

Sirius also had the same doubts.

"What exactly did Regulus leave behind? Why do you want to destroy it?"

"Kreacher doesn't know," the elf was sobbing numbly, shaking his head blankly, "the little master just told Kreacher to destroy it—it was a silver-green locket," it gestured , "with a letter 'S' engraved on it."

"Sounds like something the Slytherins like to wear," grumbled Sirius. "Did you destroy it?"

"No...Kreacher has tried various methods...burning it...cutting it with a knife...but there is no way to open it..." Kreacher cried again, "Kreacher is sorry for the dead little master!"

"Don't cry, Kreacher!" Sirius took two steps back and forth, "Do you remember... when did you find it lost? Do you have any clues?"

Kreacher raised his head blankly, "Master—Master wants to help Kreacher find—"

"What do you mean help you find it?" Sirius said impatiently, "Regulus is my brother after all, even though he went the wrong way—"

Kreacher didn't hear what he said behind him at all, he gave a grateful shriek and threw himself at Sirius' feet.

"Kreacher thought—Kreacher thought that the master didn't care about Master Regulus at all...otherwise why didn't he stop Mundungus Fletcher—"

"Mundungus?" Sirius seemed to have thought of something, shook his head and sighed with a helpless smile, "So it was that old bastard...he got...uh...a petty theft from you again?"

"Master never takes the things of the Black family seriously..." Kreacher looked at Sirius with that iron-hating look again, "Every time Kreacher wants to stop him from stealing things, the master always stops Kreacher. ..."

"That old drunk has such a little problem—"

"Small problem!" whispered Hermione incredulously. "Stealing?"

"Kreacher found the locket missing after he left here last time," Kreacher said bitterly, "Kreacher is going to find him...Master forbid—"

"I—I thought he had some silver cup or something—"

Sirius scratched his head in embarrassment, "But since he knows that Regulus' relic was taken by him, he just wants to come back."

He walked easily to the table, tore a strip from the pile of papers on it, threw it into the fireplace, and cried, "Mundungus!"

"Well... They invented a special communication method within the Order of the Phoenix, which is similar to Floo powder—" Sirius saw Harry watching him curiously, and explained, "But it's not very useful in general. I'm busy, and only Mundungus can come here occasionally—have a drink with me or something." He showed that distressed look again.

There was a sound in the fireplace, and then a drunken man rolled out of it. He got up belching and held a wine bottle in his hand.

"Ah—Sirius! Want another drink? Hiccup—" Mundungus laughed loudly, and patted Sirius on the shoulder boldly, "Wait! I'll go buy—"

"Shameless thief!" Kreacher angrily rushed forward and beat him, "Give back the little master's things to Kreacher!"

"Hey—ah! Stop hitting—" Mundungus was taken aback, he was more than half sober from the wine, and he panicked to avoid Kreacher's attack, "I didn't take anything! I didn't take anything! "

"Stop, Kreacher, stop!" Sirius had to yell, "I'll have it back, that thing—you let him go first, Kreacher!"

Gritting his teeth, Kreacher let go of Mundungus's robe—Mundungus was so frightened by Kreacher, who was only as high as his calf, and Harry shook his head and sighed—this man is too cowardly.

"I said, brother," Mundungus shook his robe angrily, "you don't need so much gold and silver treasures in your family, brother, I'm so poor that I almost can't get rid of it, you should give it a helping hand, as for shouting Did you shout to kill—"

Seeing Kreacher's angry eyes, he flinched and closed his mouth resentfully.

"Brother," Sirius said calmly, he didn't care about the gold and silver tableware, "you can take the rest, I didn't ask you for those things, it's just—have you ever seen one... Locket? Green and silver? With an 'S' on it?"

"Ah—you said that locket!" Mundungus immediately cheered up when he heard that he was not asking him to return the property, "I have seen it! I have seen it!"

"Yes! I'm going to look for that! Dude, did you bring it with you? Or did you leave it at home? That thing has some... special meaning to me. Give it back to me."

"Hey—brother, you should have said it earlier!" Mundungus slapped his thigh, "That thing is no longer with me!"

"You—you gave it to someone else?"

"What a gift! That woman clearly snatched it!"

"Which woman?"

"A woman from the Ministry of Magic - who knows how unlucky it was that day, I was in Diagon Alley for my... business -" Mundungus was vague, and Harry guessed that the business he was talking about probably brought Sirius here. The stolen things are sold, "She came over suddenly to check my business license-how can I have that thing!"

"She took a fancy to that locket, and if she refused to give it, she would sue me—" Mundungus was dejected, "I... what can I do—"

"What does that woman look like?" Hermione asked aloud, looking at Kreacher's pitiful appearance, "Maybe... maybe we can buy it back—"

"I didn't notice, it's very ugly anyway," Mundungus shook his head, "with a HAMA face and a high-pitched voice, like a little girl—"

"—in pink and a bow?" Harry asked.

"Yeah... yes! I remembered, that's right!" Mundungus laughed loudly, "She's just an old witch!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't smile, they exchanged a worried look.Looking at the hopeful Kreacher, they couldn't bear to tell him that there might be no way to get back Regulus' relic.