The Dharma God of All Realms Begins with Harry Potter

In the end, Moody was persuaded by other Order members and stopped talking.

Blake also took the opportunity to bring the three of them to a room and prepared to talk to them alone.

However, inside the house, they saw a house elf cursing at Black.

The name of this house elf was Kreacher. He was thin and small, only half a man tall. He wore a dirty rag, his pale skin was folded down, and a lot of white hair came out of his bat-like ears.

Obviously, this house elf is very old. In fact, Kreacher has been Black's house elf since his parents' generation.

"——Back from Azkaban, he's bossing Kreacher around, oh, my poor mistress. What would she say if she saw the house like this? A scoundrel came in, her baby was thrown out, she swore she wouldn't recognize him as her son, and now he's back, and it's said he's a murderer——"

"If you keep talking about it, I will really kill someone! said Sirius irritably as he pushed the house elf out the door and slammed the door against it.

"Sirius, he's not in his right mind," Hermione said softly,"I think he's just too old."

Compared to other arrogant wizards, Hermione, who was born in a Muggle family, is more willing to treat other magical creatures equally.

""He's been alone too long," said Sirius,"taking some crazy orders from my mother's portrait and talking to himself, but he was a nasty little boy before.——"

"If you let him go free," Hermione said hopefully,"maybe——"

"We can't let him go, he knows too much about the Order. said Sirius roughly,"and the shock would have killed him anyway." You suddenly ask him to leave the house and see how he will react."

Then, he looked at Ye Ting and asked straight to the point,"So, what are you doing here this time? You know that I am always here to help you.

The three of them looked at each other, and finally Ye Ting said:"Actually, we are here to ask about Regulus Black. We want to know what happened before his death.""

"Regulus Black……"Upon hearing the name, Sirius's eyes suddenly dimmed,"It's a long story."

He walked to the other end of the room, where a tapestry covered the entire wall.

Ye Ting and three others followed.

The tapestry looked very old, the color was dull, and it seemed that foxes had chewed it up in several places.

However, the gold thread embroidered on it still shone brightly, and they could clearly see a branching family tree that could be traced back to the Middle Ages. Several large words were embroidered on the top of the tapestry:"The noble and oldest Black family is forever pure."

"You're not on top!"Hermione looked at the bottom line of the family tree and suddenly said

"Was on it. Sirius said, pointing to a small blackened round hole on the tapestry, like a cigarette burn mark,"After I ran away from home, my dear old mother destroyed me - Kreacher liked low-level holes very much." Say this story aloud"

"you ran away from home?"

"I was about sixteen," said Sirius,"and I had had enough. I hate them all. My parents are crazy about pure blood. They believe that being a member of the Black family is inherently noble, but my idiot brother is Regulus Black. He is too weak to believe them. If so...that would be him."

Sirius stretched out a finger and pointed to a name at the bottom of the family tree: Regulus Black. After the date of birth there was a date of death (about fifteen years ago))

""He's younger than me," said Sirius,"and I'm constantly reminded that this son is much better than me. But this stupid idiot joined the ranks of the Death Eaters"

"Although I don’t know why you want to know about Regulus, I can tell you that in my family, my parents believe that Voldemort’s ideas are correct. They all support maintaining the purity of wizard blood and getting rid of Muggle-born people. , allowing pure-blooded people to take control. They were not unique. Before Voldemort revealed his true face, many people believed that he was right about some things... However, when they discovered that he would do anything to gain power, they all became timid and retreated. But I think my parents must have thought that Regulus was a brave little hero for joining them in the first place."

"How did he die?" Hermione asked curiously

"I don't know," said Sirius,"he might have been killed by Voldemort. Or, more likely, he was killed at Voldemort's command. I suspect that Regulus is not important enough that Voldemort needs to kill him personally. From what I learned after his death, he was in so deep that he became terrified of what others were asking him to do and wanted to quit. Alas, you can't hand Voldemort your resignation and be done with it. Either work hard for the rest of your life, or die. However, before he died, I didn't have much contact with him...but Kreacher has been taking care of him. You can ask Kreacher, I think he will know better than me - if you can tolerate his bad temper."

Blake opened the door and shouted:"Kreacher!"

With a snap, the house elf appeared. He stood in front of them, looking at them with contempt and reluctance.

"Master," Kreacher croaked in his bullfrog voice, bowing low and muttering to his knees,"bring two filthy Mudbloods and a lowly Veela into my mistress's old home.——"

"I forbid you to call anyone 'low' or 'mudblood'’"Blake yelled,"I want you to answer their questions, and no matter what they ask, you have to say it exactly as it is, do you understand?"

"Yes, master."Kreacher said, bowing low again.

However, Ye Ting saw that his lips were moving silently, no doubt silently reciting the insulting words that he was now forbidden to say.

Even those who are least discriminatory towards house elves Hermione would also find Kreacher's long nose and bloodshot eyes extremely unlovable.

Ye Ting was already impatient and took action. He pointed at Kreacher, and his long nose began to stretch.

"If you say one more nasty word while answering a question, your nose will grow an inch. Ye Ting crossed his arms and said coldly,"I want to see how long your nose can grow?""

Perhaps he was frightened by the nose that had drooped to his chest, or perhaps he was forced by Ye Ting's aura, Kreacher immediately closed his mouth, retreated to the corner, and looked at Ye Ting tremblingly.

"You still have a way," Blake patted Ye Ting on the shoulder and walked out,"We still have some things to talk about, so if you have any questions, just ask."

After that, he returned to the living room, leaving only Ye Ting, the three of them, and Kreacher looking at each other.