From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Calvin stopped the quarrel between the master and the servant. He first signaled Sirius not to get into trouble with a house elf, and then said in a friendly tone: "Kreacher, right? Let's not talk about my bloodline. Are you willing to talk about it?" Are you talking about Regulus and this locket?"

Kreacher took a step back and leaned against the wall of the study, covering the locket with both hands for fear that someone would snatch it away from him.

"Tell him!" Sirius roared.

Calvin waved his hand to tell Blake not to get excited, "The last task Regulus gave you was to destroy this locket. Obviously you failed to complete this task. If you tell me, I can help you destroy it. You Regulus’ mission has also been completed.”

The aging elf obviously recalled some unpleasant memories. His already ugly facial features became even more distorted, and he slammed his head against the wooden door of the study room again.

"Kreacher failed Master Regulus. The master gave the thing to Kreacher and asked Kreacher to destroy it. But the magic on the box was very powerful, and poor Kreacher tried his best to destroy it, but he couldn't destroy it. .”

Sirius, who had his feet on the gorgeous desk, sat up straight again and roared at Kreacher, who was constantly abusing himself: "Damn Kreacher, stop!"

"Hey, don't be nervous," Calvin's hand stopped on Kreacher's big head and lowered the silver thread to calm Kreacher down.Then Calvin took out a small bottle of potion from his sleeve and poured it into Kreacher's mouth.

"How are you feeling? Can you talk properly now?"

"Hiccup, that's it, hiccup." Kreacher said as he hiccupped, which is a convulsion that occurs after being extremely excited and then calming down.

"What did you feed him?" Sirius asked with a frown, "I can smell a rotten smell when he burps."

"It's just a tranquilizer."

"Dear guest, this happened 12 years ago." Kreacher said nonchalantly.

Regulus, who was still underage at this time, was full of enthusiasm and joined the Death Eaters under Voldemort's temptation.

"Welcome, my child!" Voldemort, who still had a nose at that time, personally carved the Dark Mark on Regulus's left arm. He looked at the brand-new tattoo with satisfaction, as if he was looking at a carefully crafted piece of work. of artwork.

"Your joining will definitely lead the Black family to prosperity again."

"Yes, my master," Regulus knelt on the ground humbly and kissed Voldemort's toes, "I am different from my stupid brother. I clearly understand how powerful you are."

"What a good boy." Voldemort stroked the top of Regulus' head perfunctorily.

Voldemort did not pay much attention to Regulus. He had seen many hot-blooded and stupid pure-blood children like him. As long as he paid them a little attention, he could command them like a loyal dog.This young man named Blake is no different from them.

In the next few meetings, Regulus soon felt Voldemort's contempt for him.

It's not that Voldemort completely ignored Regulus, but Regulus could clearly feel the difference between Voldemort's treatment of him and Barty Crouch Jr.

Voldemort treats little Barty like a son!

Regulus was a little jealous. He wanted to express himself desperately and always wanted to come out on top in the tasks assigned by Voldemort, so as to gain Voldemort's attention.

But every time he partnered with Lucius Malfoy, it seemed that he was always holding him back intentionally or unintentionally, so that he never received Voldemort's praise.

Finally, after Voldemort praised Barty Jr. again, Regulus couldn't bear it anymore and angrily reported Lucius to Voldemort.

Regulus originally thought that Voldemort would punish Lucius severely, but Lucius, who was standing aside, just narrowed his eyes and glanced at the ungrateful young man. Then he took a step forward and used his sweet words to explain away the problem. Voldemort.

"It seems obvious." Voldemort waved his wand regularly, walked up to Regulus, and pressed the wand against his heart. "Black, you said the wrong thing and almost caused me to punish someone." A faithful servant.”

"No, that's not the case, Dark Lord!" Regulus trembled violently and defended loudly, "Malfoy is lying! This is not the case at all."

"Still quibbling." Voldemort twisted his wand, "Since this is the first time you have made a mistake, I will give you a small punishment. Crucifixion!"

Regulus fell to the ground twisted, and no Death Eater dared to help him.Soon the meeting ended. Lucius slowly walked up to him and squatted down.

Regulus thought Lucius was going to pull him up, but instead he heard Lucius say in his arrogant tone, "If it weren't for Narcissa, do you think I would be willing to protect you again and again? Stupid thing .”

This incident had a great impact on Regulus, who began to doubt Voldemort and his actions.As a Black, Regulus was different from his brother since he was a child.The elder brother yearns for freedom, but he bears responsibility. The four words "Always Pure" are not only the family motto, but also his code of conduct.He followed the Death Eaters in pursuit of glory and power and promoted the theory of pure blood. But Voldemort, was he really a supporter of pure blood?

In the days that followed, Regulus's enthusiasm for Voldemort began to weaken, and he began to imitate his cousin-in-law, gradually becoming more open-minded in his actions.After Slytherin's calmness reoccupied his brain, Regulus began to think calmly about a question: Is following Voldemort really the right choice?

Everything Regulus did was seen by Voldemort, and the Dark Lord knew very well that his followers were beginning to doubt him.

"In that case, I'll give you a bone, my loyal dog."

At a gathering of Death Eaters, Voldemort changed his cold and hoarse tone and said rather softly: "Recently, I have been researching a sophisticated dark magic, which may require a house elf as an experimental subject.

I know that many of you here come from noble pure-blood families, but I wonder if anyone would voluntarily donate their house elves to me. "

Many Death Eaters present were whispering. Of course they had many house elves, such as the Malfoy family and the Crouch family.Giving one to the Dark Lord is nothing, of course, but it represents an honor and a symbol of intimacy with the Dark Lord.

Among the Death Eaters present, Barty Jr. was particularly excited. He knelt on the ground and said enthusiastically: "Lord Voldemort, I am willing to sacrifice my own house elf."