It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 382

"Voldemort set up a magic here, either he drank the poison in the stone basin, and when he got the Horcrux inside, he also wanted to drink the water in the lake because of thirst, and was dragged down to the surface by the yin corpse, or nothing at all. Even if you leave here, you will still face the attacks of these monsters."

Dumbledore, who was still in the state of a crow, looked at the corpses that had been stopped in the sea of ​​flames, and said softly.

The wands floating around Sherlock now floated back to their original positions, and he curled his lips.

"Such a method is really low-level, and it doesn't look like it was designed by a wizard with a brain."

Dumbledore the Raven chuckled.

"Riddle is very smart, but he does have obvious weaknesses in some areas, which is why there are ways to find ways to deal with him."

While they were talking, the boat finally sailed to the shore, and after the bow touched the shore, Dumbledore flew off Sherlock's shoulders with wings and changed back into a human form.

The two did not continue to stay in the cave. After returning to the original road and leaving here, they directly used Apparition to return to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

They had been in the cave for a day, and when they arrived at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the sky was completely dark.

"It seems that we are doomed to miss today's opening dinner."

Dumbledore waved to the air while talking, and the next second, a golden light flashed in front of him, and Fawkes appeared on his shoulder in the golden light.

He waved his wand casually, conjured a piece of parchment and a quill, quickly wrote a short letter, and handed it to Fox.

"Give it to Minerva, she'll know what to do."

After arranging the school affairs, he and Sherlock walked into the inner room from the hall.

Someone in the room heard the movement, and Mrs. Weasley came out with a look of surprise.

"Dumbledore, and Sherlock... shouldn't you be attending the start-of-term dinner now?"

"We have more important things going on."

Dumbledore briefly explained to her, and then asked solemnly.

"Have you seen Kreacher, Molly?"

Although Mrs. Weasley was a little confused, she could tell that he was not joking with his expression.

"I saw him cleaning on the third floor just now, sir, where should he still be?"

"Thank you very much, and the pie you made yesterday was delicious."

Dumbledore and Sherlock passed Mrs. Weasley together, and they came to the third floor.

As soon as they walked out of the corner of the stairs, they saw the skinny house elf, muttering something in disgust, while cleaning the floor.

Sherlock and the others made a lot of noise going upstairs, and when they appeared, Kreacher was already staring at the corner of the stairs with those big eyes that seemed to pop out of their sockets.

Looking at Dumbledore's gaze, Kreacher's eyes were obviously bored, but the order given to him by Sirius forced him to salute the old man.

"gentlemen."

Dumbledore didn't show much eagerness, he looked at Kreacher calmly and gently, just like when facing other wizards.

"Kreacher, can I talk to you?"

Facing his request, Kreacher showed some resistance.

"I have work to do, sir, and I need to clean up here."

"It won't take long, I want to talk to you about Regulus." Dumbledore said, staring into the elf's eyes.

When Kreacher heard the name Regulus, his body trembled visibly.

His eyes, which were already big enough, opened even wider.

"Ray, Master Regulus?"

Dumbledore nodded, his deep blue eyes revealed solemnity and respect.

"Yes, Regulus Black."

Kreacher finally agreed to Dumbledore's request to talk. He put down his work and sat at a square table on the third floor.

Sherlock didn't make a sound. In terms of communication, it is more appropriate for Dumbledore to speak.

"We just came back from a cave," Dumbledore said.

Kreacher looked at him eagerly, with shock, anxiety and fear in his eyes.

"Cave, cave? A cave with a big lake?"

"There is indeed a lake in it, and there is a stone platform with stone basins in the center of the lake. We used some means to see some things in the past there. In that story, you have two Once, Kreacher, both times with different people."

Kreacher's body trembled even more violently, as if he recalled some terrible past, his big eyes were completely filled with fear.

"I, Master Regulus, still have that person."

He was stuttering, his voice was clearly crying, but he could only utter a few simple words.

Dumbledore didn't urge or say any persuasive words, but placed a teacup in front of Kreacher and poured him a cup of tea.

The nature of the house-elf made Kreacher panic instinctively. He looked at the cup of tea, and his eyes, which were already foggy, became even more nervous at this moment.

"If you don't mind, just tell us about your experience."

Kreacher was already sobbing softly, he was so emotional that he seemed completely speechless.

In this way, Dumbledore and Sherlock waited quietly. After about 10 minutes, the old house elf finally calmed down.

"Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord's organization when he was 16 years old. He was so proud, so proud, and so happy. Especially after Master Sirius left, he became the only pride of the hostess."

"A year later, one day, Master Regulus came to visit Kreacher in the kitchen. Master Regulus had always liked Kreacher, and Master Regulus said...he said...the Lord Dark Lord needs a little Elf."

Sherlock and Dumbledore glanced at each other, and they basically guessed what they saw in the cave when Voldemort brought Kreacher there.

Afterwards, with Kreacher's narration, they also completely figured out what happened.

Just as they guessed, Regulus, who was originally a loyal follower of Voldemort, discovered his true face and finally chose to resist.

He learned from Kreacher that Voldemort hid a very important thing in that cave, so he went with him to exchange the locket, and he drank the poison in the stone basin and died in that cave. bottom of the lake.

(End of this chapter)