miss foley of hp hogwarts

Grimmauld Place was gloomy.

The mist filled the air and soaked the marble tiles on the ground, making the entire square wet.

Regulus was in the room talking to Kreacher.

"I can't believe it! Kreacher!" He paced back and forth, and only in front of Kreacher would he show his emotions so unabashedly.

"So did the mysterious man take you to attack Azkaban?"

Kreacher looked at the floor on the other side, shrank and shook his head slightly.

However, the excited Regulus didn't notice and continued to ask: "Can you tell me about the situation at that time? Kreacher?"

After waiting for Kreacher's response for a long time, he turned his head and looked at Kreacher, who was standing there shaking.

"What's wrong with you, Kreacher?"

Kreacher raised his hands, with his palms facing Regulus, covering his face, making a gesture of resistance, "No, no, it's nothing, little master."

"Kreacher, Kreacher is just tired, yes, Kreacher is very tired."

Regulus looked at it suspiciously, "Really, Kreacher?"

In a small bedroom in the quiet No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Kreacher pulled his two big drooping ears and stared blankly at the ground.

"You know what would happen if a third person found out about this, Kreacher."

Voldemort's warning echoed in its ears.

The scene of those "people" struggling underwater made Kreacher tremble uncontrollably.

For many days, Kreacher seemed to be in a trance.

Of course, the other Black tribesmen would not notice this. They would only scold Kreacher. Only Regulus noticed the strangeness of Kreacher.

Regulus had to call it to his room.

"Kreacher, what happened to you?"

Looking at the gentle little master in front of him, Kreacher shook his head.

I can’t tell the little master!

"Kreacher is okay, Master."

Regulus sighed, showing a sad and disappointed look, "Kreacher, are you even unwilling to believe me?"

Kreacher jumped up and down anxiously, "Of course not! The young master is the best young master!"

"Kreacher, Kreacher is just..."

Kreacher stood there frustrated, he couldn't tell anyone, it would harm the Black family and Master Regulus.

"Let's go, Kreacher."

Seeing that Kreacher still refused to speak, Regulus waved his hand helplessly, looking heartbroken.

Kreacher turned back three times and left, slapping himself hard, his big eyes filled with tears.

It is a bad servant, it broke the young master's heart, and it should be punished! ! !

Kreacher lay on the thin bed, tossing and turning, Regulus' heartbroken face and Voldemort's warning flashing back and forth in his mind.

"Merlin, please tell me what to do?"

Regulus's door was closed, and a soundproofing spell was even placed on the room.

He sat on the chair and looked at Kreacher across from him seriously, "Tell me, Kreacher, what happened?

Kreacher began to walk around, and his pace became very fast. It was obvious that he was very nervous and still hesitating.

Although it had just appeared in front of Regulus, he immediately regretted it.

"I order you, Kreacher," Regulus grabbed it and looked into its uneasy eyes, "Tell me, what did the mysterious man take you to do?"

House elves cannot refuse their master's orders.

Regulus rarely ordered Kreacher to do something, he was always unwilling to do so, and Bella always laughed at him for being weak and incompetent.

Kreacher had to give in, and with great reluctance and some relief began to tell its secrets.

After Voldemort wanted to take it away, he took it to a coast.

They jumped from the steep cliff into the sea and entered a cave.

"I don't know where that place is, it's dark in there."

"He asked me to help him set up several traps, all very evil traps! It was so scary!"

"…A lot of corpses! Lots and lots of them!"

"He put something on the lake."

Regulus frowned after listening to Klee's fragmented and fear-filled description.

He sat on the chair, his young face full of solemnity, completely immersed in his own thoughts, and didn't even know that Kreacher had left.

Regulus was full of struggles in his heart, with conscience and family beliefs pulling back and forth in his heart.

Something that allowed Voldemort to devise so many methods to hide it must be something very important to him.

The Black family is loyal to Voldemort and attempts to continue the family's glory.

But is this correct?

The more he learned about Voldemort, the more Regulus' unswerving thoughts were shaken.

He originally thought that the great Dark Lord could lead the Black family to defend the glory of their pure-blood family.

But the Death Eaters only roughly purged all Muggle-born wizards, and there were even some very famous half-blood wizards and even pure-blood wizards who opposed and supported Voldemort.

Does he really just want to defend the glory of pure blood and continue the ideals of Salazar Slytherin?

Or do you just want to create a world where you are respected?

Thinking of the teachings of the teachers in the school, Regulus fell into confusion.

The miserable looks of the wizards who were attacked by Death Eaters in the Daily Prophet all stimulated his soft heart.

However, the expectant gazes of his family elders, parents, and sisters, and the family beliefs he had been instilled in him since childhood also prevented him from making disobedient actions.

"What do you do, Regulus?"

he asked himself.

A night owl flies out of the arched window and may be able to find the answer for him.

"Ah, Regulus, Regulus."

Ace held the letter and read the sender's name twice with emotion.

She was happy and a little sad at the same time.

The night owl flew to Foley Manor in the early morning.

In the letter, Regulus carefully asked for information about Voldemort, and his words seemed to be very respectful and admiring to Voldemort.

Ace smiled.

If you want to know about Voldemort, wouldn't it be easier to just ask Bella?The Black family is very familiar with the deeds of the great Dark Lord.

But he wrote to ask himself, which shows that he has doubts about Voldemort's actions. What he wants to know is far from Voldemort's "excellent resume".

Having a convert from the Black family means a lot to Ace.

With Bella here, the information the Black family received was correct.

Regulus, on the other hand, experienced a night of suffering and just hoped that his judgment was not wrong.

He still remembered the surprised and regretful look in Sister Ace's eyes when he appeared at Voldemort's conference table.

I still remember her complicated tone when she said she got involved too early, and she wanted to persuade herself to leave.

She also remembered that when she was at Hogwarts, she tried her best to reduce Voldemort's attention to the students.

If he hadn't started working for Voldemort early, he wouldn't have known that Ace and his brother looked very different in their eyes.