This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Sirius looked at the mother in the portrait with complicated eyes and fell down.

He ran away from home at the age of 16 and removed from the Black family genealogy, so his inheritance rights had long been deprived.

He thought he could enter and exit the family's vault in Guling Pavilion because of his unscathed bloodline. Now it seems that his inheritance rights have always been there.

"The stubborn old witch..."

Sirius turned around and walked back, and Clicher followed reluctantly.

When it saw Regulus's body, the big blood-filled eyes were almost falling out of their sockets.

With a "plop", it kneeled heavily on the thinly worn carpet.

"Master Regules..."

Tears poured down from under Klicche's loose eyes.

He crawled over with tears.

Sirius kicked it away with disgust, "Get out, useless thing!"

The muscles on Vincent and Harry's faces were beating wildly, and they looked at Dumbledore, who shrugged and expressed helplessness at him.

The Black family style is quite wild.

The yelling hostess was full of swearing, and the house elf was not very respectful to the family's only heir, and the eldest young master became extremely irritable after entering the house.

Kliche, who was kicked down, got up and continued to crawl towards Regulus.

Sirius hesitated for a moment and put the newly lifted foot back.

"Stop!"

Kliche seemed to be unable to hear it, and crawled over him regardless.

Sirius raised his wand and put it down again, and walked quickly over.

"Master Regulus..." Kliche stretched out his hand in front of him, as if he wanted to touch him.

"Clicche thought that in this life... I will never see you again..."

Its hands were hanging in the air and never touched Regules.

Sirius stopped behind it with special impatiently.

Judging from his hand that was tightly holding the wand and was ready to move, he seemed to be ruthless at any time.

Suddenly, Kliche stopped crying and stared at the locket that Regulus wore on his chest with his big, heavily congested eyes.

"It's impossible...it's impossible..." It trembled and reached out toward the locket.

"Enough!" Sirius kicked it to the ground, "You are not qualified to touch him!"

Kliche did not get up immediately this time, but curled up on the ground with horror on his face.

"Yes... Clice is not qualified... Clice has not completed what Master Regulus told him... How could Clice be qualified..."

It kept repeating these two sentences, and its already gray eyes became even more dull.

Sirius was too lazy to pay attention to it when he saw that it wasn't crazy anymore.

He looked at the three of them with apologetic expression, "Sorry, let you guys make a joke."

In fact, it's okay. After all, there are the Gunter family, the entire group of crazy people in the pure blood, and the Black family is still a witch compared to them.

"Come with me, my room and Regulus are both on the fifth floor on the top floor."

Kliche suddenly hugged Sirius's legs tightly like crazy.

"Master Sirius, how did you find Master Regulus?"

Sirius shook it hard for a few times but didn't shake it off, his face full of impatientness, "In a black lake in a cave, let it go."

Clicche still held his thigh tightly, "The locket... the locket worn by Master Regulus..."

Sirius grabbed its neck and lifted it up, "Do you know about the locket?"

Harry wanted to step forward to stop it, but Vincent put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head gently at him.

"Cliche...Cliche can't say..."

Sirius lifted it before himself with force, "I am your master! I order you to tell me the matter!"

Kliche stopped struggling with a painful look.

The ancient magic contract of the house elves is restraining it, preventing it from resisting its master, the only heir to the Black family.

Sirius threw it heavily on the ground, "Speak!"

Kliche lay flat, hot tears wet the thinned carpet.

"The locket...the locket was made by Master Regulus himself, according to...the one from the one Kliche saw...the one from the Dark King."

Sirius' eyes were red and he shouted hysterically, "Have you seen a real locket? Say! I ordered you to tell them all!"

Kliche groaned, "Yes, Master Sirius."

It slowly sat up, tears flowing down its shriveled face into its gray teeth.

"Mr. Regulus joined the Dark Lord's group at the age of 16. He is proud, proud, happy, and feel-"

"Tell me the point!" Sirius was extremely impatient, "I want to know why he made a fake locket!"

Klicche curled up into a ball and placed his wet face in the middle of his knees.

"One year after Master Regulus joined the Dark King's group, one day he went downstairs to see Clice in the kitchen, and he said...he said..."

Before Sirius' patience was exhausted, Clicher said: "He said the Dark Lord needed a house elf."

It paused, “Master Regulus took the initiative to recommend Clice, and he said it was an honor, an honor belonging to him and Clice.

Clicher must do whatever the Dark Lord commanded…and then go back…and go home. ”

Its breathing became rapid, "So Kliche came to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord did not tell Kliche what to do, but just took Kliche to a cave by the sea, where there was a large black lake..."

The four people who had just returned from the cave were full of shock.

"The Dark Lord and Clicher took a boat to an island where there was a stone basin filled with liquid. The Dark Lord asked Clicher to... let Clicher drink it..."

It seems that the liquid in the stone basin is not very poisonous, at least it cannot kill the domestic elves.

Kliche was trembling all over, "Kliche drank, and saw something terrible when he drank... Kliche's body seemed to be burning by fire, very thirsty... Kliche cried and asked Master Regules to save him It, it cried and shouted at the hostess, but the Dark King just laughed...

The Dark Lord asked Kliche to drink all the liquid... He put a locket in an empty basin... and filled it with more liquid.

Then Black... The Dark King rowed the boat away and left Kliche alone on the island. ”

What happened next was obvious. Kliche was very thirsty after drinking the liquid, and there was just enough water in the Black Lake.

But the Yin corpse at the bottom of the lake would drag it into the water, but because of Voldemort's arrogance, he ignored the magic of the house-elf, and those bans against wizards were completely helpless.

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