The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 329 Regulus
"What are you looking at?" At this time, Sirius also noticed the abnormality of Harry and Melda.

"Meerda and I were discussing the locket. It looks like the one on the statue of Salazar."

As he said that, Melda at the side reached out and took it out of the glass display case.

The first feeling when you start with it is only cold.Just when Melda was about to take a closer look.Suddenly, Kreacher not far away rushed over, hugged his leg, and reprimanded: "Quick, put it down, it belongs to Master Regulus."

"Regulus?" Sirius had a mocking look on his face.

"Who is he?" Harry asked

"Him?" Sirius said disdainfully: "My brother, a stupid idiot."

"He joined the Death Eaters."

"What? Are you kidding me?" Hermione said in surprise.

"After you look at the house, don't you understand what kind of wizards my family are?" Sirius said impatiently: "My parents think that Voldemort's proposition is correct, and they all agree. Preserve the purity of wizarding blood, get rid of Muggle-borns, and put the pure-bloods in power."

"People like them are not in the minority. Before Voldemort showed his true face, many people believed that he was right about some things. However, when they discovered that Voldemort began to use any means to gain power, they all believed that he was right. Cowardly, withdrawn."

"I guess, though, that my parents must have considered Regulus a brave little hero for joining the Death Eaters from the start."

"Master Regulus is a real hero. He is the pride of the Black family. He is far braver than a young master who ran away from home and was imprisoned in Azkaban!" Kreacher roared. Its eyes were wide open, as if it wanted to devour these villains who blasphemed its brave young master.

Sirius was a little annoyed by the look in his eyes, and then he yelled loudly: "He's just a stupid, uninitiated pure-blood puppet. Since he was so brave and loyal, why was he killed by Voldemort?"

"Did Regulus be killed by Voldemort?" Harry looked at Sirius in shock, and he had a higher level of understanding of Voldemort's brutality in his heart.

After all, he even killed his loyal subordinates casually. It is unbelievable that such a person can gather a large number of followers.

"He's not that important yet!" Sirius said mockingly: "It was probably killed by a Death Eater. From what I learned after his death, he was already in deep trouble and suddenly ignored Voldemort." Frightened by all means, wanting to quit."

"Not enough, do you think this kind of thing can be done by handing in a resignation report? Huh! Either work for life or die."

The disdainful smile at the corner of Sirius' mouth became more intense, and his voice trembled a little. There was even a trace of grief hidden in his smile. It was obvious that he didn't care so much about his younger brother.

"Master Regulus was not killed by Death Eaters. He was killed for. For. Oh! No, Master does not allow me to tell anyone." Suddenly Kreacher became extremely irritable, and he turned to hold the The glass display case, started banging its head, it was punishing itself.

"Stop!" Sirius yelled, he walked over angrily, grabbed Kreacher, threw it on the back of the sofa behind him, then looked at it with fiery eyes, and said, "Finish your words, Why exactly did Regulus die!"

His sudden move successfully frightened Hermione and Harry, but the two thoughtful little wizards guessed from Sirius' attitude that his younger brother, Regulus, Sirius didn't care as he said. he.

Kreacher leaned against the back of the sofa, clutching his bruised forehead, tears gushing from under his sagging eyelids.

"Tell me all about Regulus, and the box!"

Sirius continued to ask.

Kreacher, who was beaten continuously, seemed a little delirious. He lay on the cold ground and muttered in his mouth: "Master Sirius is a bad boy. He always breaks the rules and breaks the heart of the mistress. But Lei Gu Master Les is very educated, he knows what the name of the Black family and his noble pure blood mean, he is a hero."

"At the age of 16, the young master joined the Dark Lord's clique. He was so proud, so proud, so happy."

"Until one day, a year after he joined, the Master suddenly found Kreacher, and he said that the Dark Lord needs a house-elf."

"Voldemort wants a house-elf?" repeated Sirius, frowning suspiciously, before adding, "And then!"

"The young master recommended Kreacher. It is an honor. Kreacher must do whatever the Dark Lord asks...and return...home."

Kreacher's voice became more and more sharp, it slowly got up, swayed its body, and its expression became more and more frightened, as if it saw something big and frightening.

"The Dark Lord took Kreacher to a cave by the sea, and there is a big black lake in the cave..."

"There is a boat by the side of the lake, and an island in the middle. On the island is a basin filled with medicine. Kreacher drank, and saw something terrible while drinking, Kreacher's body seemed to be on fire, Kreacher cried, Master Regulus, Mistress, save it, but there is only the Dark Lord around Laughing maniacally. He made Kreacher drink up all the potions, then put the box in the empty basin, and finally filled it with more potions."

"And then?" Harry asked.

"Then the Dark Lord rowed the boat away, leaving Kreacher alone on the island."

After Harry heard the words, he couldn't help looking at the locket in Melda's hand. It was obvious that this was the one that Voldemort had placed in that cave.

He thought of that hideous and terrifying guy in the secret room again.

But this time, he appeared in a cave, and Harry even saw the pale snake face slowly disappearing into the darkness, the red eyes staring mercilessly at the overly frightened elf.

There was a ferocious smile on his face.

"Kreacher needed water, he crawled slowly to the edge of the island, and drank from the black lake... many hands, dead hands, stretched out from the water, pulling Kreacher underwater..."

(End of this chapter)