[HP]Blue Soul

No. 12 Grimmauld Place was not easy to find, because they didn't know the exact location, Qiubai and Severus apparated to a corner in London, and finally arrived at Grimmauld Place by taxi.

Amidst the strange expression on the driver's face, Qiubai pulled Severus out of the car, and the taxi quickly turned around and disappeared at the end of the street.From the driver's point of view, they were extremely strange people even in Muggle clothes, because Grimmauld Place is really not a place where decent people go.

They stood in the middle of one small square after another, surrounded by gloomy facades of houses, as if they were thousands of miles away from others.Some homes had broken windows that gleamed poorly in the streetlights, many had peeling paint on the doors and several had litter piled on the front steps.

Cross the road and onto the sidewalk.Qiubai checked the house numbers one by one.From the upstairs windows of the nearest house came the faint rumble of a stereo.A pungent stench of rotting garbage emanated from the pile of bulging garbage bags in the dilapidated gate.

In the end, they stood outside No. 11, because No. 11 was on the right of No. 13, and the so-called No. 12 went to nowhere. "It's space folding and invisibility magic again?" Qiubai guessed.

"Maybe." Severus covered his nose, he hadn't felt the smell of garbage for many years, he couldn't remember how to hold his breath, and the memory of Spider's End had gradually faded in his mind.

"I'll ask the Patronus to inform Sirius." Qiubai raised her fingers, and first cast an ignore spell and a protection spell around herself and Severus, and a silver big-horned deer jumped out of her fingertips , and quickly disappeared between houses No. 11 and No. 13.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, a broken door suddenly appeared out of nowhere between the 11th and 13th, followed by dirty walls and gloomy windows, it looked like an extra house suddenly Swell up and squeeze everything out on either side. The stereo at Number 11 was still blaring dully, apparently the Muggles who lived there felt nothing.

Qiubai looked at the door that popped up suddenly, the black paint on the door was peeled off, and it was covered with scratches from left to right.The silver door knocker was in the shape of a large coiled snake.There was no keyhole in the door, and no letter box.

Just as Qiubai was about to knock on the door, the door creaked open, and Sirius stuck out his head, looking at Qiubai and Severus behind her in surprise.Being able to clean the house well did depend on Severus' house elf, so although Sirius was not happy about it, he still invited Severus in.

Qiubai had already entered the house, she really couldn't imagine that the famous Black family would set up their home in such a place.The house was old indeed, and on the walls were a row of old-fashioned gas lamps all turned on, casting a dangling, unreal light on the peeling wallpaper and polished blooms of the long, gloomy hallway. Line of carpet.

"Just cleaned it up, and all these will have to be replaced by then." Sirius said with some embarrassment.

Qiubai raised his head, and above his head was a shimmering cobweb-shaped chandelier, and on the wall were some portraits blackened with age.Both the chandelier and the chandelier on a rickety table nearby are made in the shape of large snakes.

"Quite Slytherin," Qiubai said.

"The Slytherins of my family," Sirius said mockingly, "it turned out that there was only a Gryffindor left."

Sirius stepped forward to lead the way, Qiubai stopped and waited for Severus to follow, they walked around a large umbrella stand that looked like a broken leg of a troll, and walked along the dark Up the stairs, a row of crumpled house-elf heads clustered on a plaque on the side wall.

"What kind of strange hobby is this in your family?" Qiubai had goosebumps, thinking of the living stars, this row of heads made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Who knows?" Sirius shrugged, "Even the elf himself thinks it's an honor to cut off his head and stick it on this plaque. For example, Kreacher, this value is his greatest ideal in life."

"Where is Kreacher?" Qiubai asked.

"The kitchen? Or somewhere else, he's always elusive, he doesn't do any of the things house elves are supposed to do, who knows where he's gone. By the way, I haven't asked yet, you're here to do something What?" Sirius said.

"Not for you," Severus said curtly.

"You!" Sirius was furious, but he insisted on not tearing his face, his face flushed, "I don't care about you, hum! You are not here to find Kreacher, are you?"

They passed two velvet curtains full of wormholes, then passed through a door out of the hall and down a narrow set of stone steps.

"Yes, we are here to find Kreacher." Qiubai said.

"What can you do with him, an old and vicious elf?" Sirius led them through a door and into the basement kitchen in displeasure.

"It's very important." Qiubai looked around. Although the furniture was old, it looked clean, "So is Kreacher here?"

"Maybe, I can call him out," Sirius said.

"Wait a minute, I have to ask first, who does Kreacher like best?" Qiubai stopped Sirius who was about to call Kreacher.

Sirius was silent for a while before he said indifferently: "My brother, Regulus Black, I think Severus knows him very well, after all, he has been a 'colleague'? What do you think?"

Severus ignored Sirius, and he whispered to Qiubai, "Regulus was a year younger than me, but he disappeared after graduation."

Qiubai rubbed her chin and thought for a while, she had a vague guess in her mind, but she couldn't grasp it, but she thought of a good way, "Can you call Kreacher out for us?"

"Kreacher!" Sirius yelled.

A house-elf came sideways, almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist, like a loincloth that men in tropical countries use to cover their bodies.He looked very old, with more skin than his body seemed to need, and though his head was bald like all house-elves, there were growths growing out of his large, bat-like ears. A lot of white hair.His eyes were bloodshot and watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was as large as a pig's.

He arched his back and shuffled his feet, walking slowly and step by step, and immediately bowed deeply when he saw Sirius, his body was ridiculously low, and his big pig-like nose was crushed to the ground.

"What's the matter with the nasty, ungrateful young master who broke his mother's heart and came back from Azkaban to tell Kreacher what to do. Oh, my poor mistress. If she sees the house become So, what can I say, her baby was thrown out, she swore to deny him this son, and now he is back, and it is said that he is still a murderer—” Kreacher babbled resentfully.

"If you keep talking, I'm really going to kill someone!" Sirius said irritably, "Come here, someone here wants to see you."

Kreacher couldn't disobey Sirius' order, he walked over slowly, shuffling as if extremely reluctantly, still muttering all kinds of vicious words in his mouth.

"Hello, Kreacher." Qiubai squatted down slightly, facing Kreacher, his gray eyes seemed to be carefully examining Qiubai's appearance.

Maybe Qiubai's status as a "naturally friendly person" played a role, Kreacher stopped the abuse in his mouth, he slightly bowed his head and said very politely: "You seem to be a distinguished guest, you are very welcome to come to Black Home."

"Thank you, Kreacher." Qiubai said, "I came here to ask for your help." Qiubai tried to keep his tone as sincere as possible, "We are Regulus' friends, and we are entrusted by him Came to ask you for a locket."

The name "Reculus" was like a switch, Kreacher suddenly trembled, tears kept falling, "But... but Master Regulus is dead..."

"How do you know?" Sirius asked loudly.

Qiubai glared at Sirius, but Kreacher ignored Sirius at all, he was looking at Qiubai eagerly, hoping to get the news from her that Regulus was not dead at all.Qiubai didn't know whether Regulus was really dead, but following Kreacher's thinking was always right.

"He asked us many years ago. He said he would give us the locket, but we haven't seen him for so many years. Why do you say that he has...has..." Qiubai seemed unable to bear to say any more go down.

Suddenly hopeless again, Kreacher burst into tears and fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, with his damp face between his knees, and began to rock back and forth.

"I knew it, I knew it," Kreacher said in a muffled voice, which could be heard quite clearly in the quiet, echoing kitchen, "he was dragged into the water by the hands of the dead, he couldn't possibly be alive, my poor Master Regulus, poor Master Regulus..."

"What the hell is going on!" Sirius couldn't help it. He always thought that his brother who died at the hands of Voldemort seemed to have other secrets. He ordered impatiently, "Kreacher! I order you! Take Regulus Tell me about it! What is going on with that so-called locket!"

Maybe because he didn't expect such persecution, Kreacher looked at Sirius with reddened big eyes and resentment.But he couldn't resist the order, so he cursed and said, "Master Sirius has escaped. It's good to be gone, because he is a bad boy, and his unruly behavior made my mistress heartbroken. But Regulus Master Sis had self-respect, he knew what the name Black and his pure blood meant. For many years he had often talked about the Dark Lord, who wanted wizards to stop hiding and come out and rule over Muggles and Muggles Descendants... When Master Regulus was 16 years old, he joined the Dark Lord's organization. He was so proud, so proud, so happy, to be able to serve in...

"A year later, one day, Master Regulus came to see Kreacher in the kitchen. Master Regulus has always liked Kreacher. Master Regulus said...he said..."

Kreacher swayed.

"...he said the Dark Lord wanted a elf."

"What kind of elf does Voldemort want, he still needs to clean up for him..." Sirius said mockingly.

"Siris!" Qiubai interrupted Sirius, she said to Kreacher gently, "He needs an elf to help him?"

"Oh yes," said Kreacher bitterly, "Master Regulus contributed to Kreacher. It was an honor, Master Regulus said, for himself and Kreacher. Kreacher must go Do everything the Dark Lord wants him to do...and go back—go home."

Kreacher swayed faster, and his breathing turned to sobbing.

"So Kreacher went to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord didn't tell Kreacher what he was going to do, but took Kreacher to a cave by the sea. It was a big rock cave with a big black lake in it... and a boat... We took this boat to the small island in the middle of the lake, and there was a stone-stone basin on the island, filled with potions. The Black-Dark Lord asked Kreacher to drink..."

The elf was trembling all over, as if he was experiencing great pain.

"Kreacher drank, and saw a lot of terrifying sights while drinking... Kreacher's internal organs were on fire... Kreacher called Master Regulus to save him, called Mistress, but the Dark Lord just laughed... ...he forced Kreacher to run out of potions...he threw a locket into the empty basin...and filled the basin with potions."

"Then the Dark Lord went off in a boat, leaving Kreacher on the island... Kreacher needed water, he crawled to the edge of the island to drink from the Black Lake...many hands, dead men's hands, stretched out of the water Come out and drag Kreacher down..."

"You Apparated to go home?" Qiubai put forward a reasonable guess. House elves can use Apparition to go anywhere, even Hogwarts, which is reverse-apparated.

Kreacher raised his ugly head, looked at Qiubai with big bloodshot eyes, and nodded, "Master Regulus said that Kreacher should go home, the highest law for house elves is the master's order," Kreacher sang, "Master told Kreacher to go home, and Kreacher went home..."

"What happened after that? Where did Regulus go?" Qiubai continued to ask.

Kreacher nodded, shaking faster.

"Master Regulus is very worried, very worried." Kreacher hissed, "Regulus told Kreacher to hide and not leave the house. Then... After a while... One night, Regulus Master Si went to the cupboard and found Kreacher. Master Regulus looked weird, not like usual, and Kreacher could see that he was in a state of confusion... The master asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, which is Kreacher The cave that Che went to with the Dark Lord..."

"He made you drink the potion?" Sirius asked.

Kreacher shook his head and cried bitterly, "Master Regulus took out a locket from his pocket, the same as the Dark Lord's." Tears flowed down the sides of Kreacher's long nose, " He told Kreacher to hold it, and when the stone basin was dry, change the locket..."

Kreacher's sobbing became rough and piercing, "He ordered - Kreacher to leave - leave him alone. He told Kreacher - to go home - not to speak to Mistress - what he did - but must be destroyed - —the first locket. Then he drank—drank the potion—Klee cut and replaced the locket—and watched...Master Regulus...be dragged underwater... Then……"

"Then...what the hell is that locket?" Sirius' eyes were red. He never thought that his brother, who disappointed him so much, suffered so much pain before his death.

"It's Voldemort's Horcrux," Qiubai replied to Sirius, and then she turned to Kreacher, "Kreacher, you will complete every task Regulus gives you, won't you?"

"Oh, of course!" Kreacher cried.

"But you failed to fulfill his last request, Kreacher." Qiubai said slowly, watching Kreacher's bloodshot eyes widen, "He wants you to destroy that locket, but now It is well hidden by you."

"I...I tried! But Kreacher can't do it!" Kreacher screamed. "Kreacher couldn't get a mark on it. Kreacher tried everything, everything, but nothing , none of them succeeded...the box had so much powerful magic on it that Kreacher believed it could only be destroyed from the inside, but it wouldn't open...Kreacher punished himself, tried again, punished himself, tried again. Kreacher Che failed to carry out the order, Kreacher couldn't destroy the locket! Mistress was mad with grief, because Master Regulus disappeared, Kreacher couldn't tell her what happened, couldn't, because Master Regulus banned— —forbidding him to tell his family—about the rock—cave…”

"I understand you. It's not your fault, Kreacher. Regulus knew about it, but he didn't have time to tell you. He entrusted us with destroying the locket long ago, and we did it to destroy the locket." I came here after dropping that locket." Qiubai said as if to comfort him.

Kreacher's crying stopped slowly, he looked at Qiubai suspiciously, his reason seemed to come back suddenly, "I... I don't remember Master Regulus mentioning you."

Qiubai choked, and she tugged at Severus' clothes behind his back.After a moment of silence, Severus said in a deep voice, "Maybe he mentioned me... the president of the Black Arts Society."

"Yes, yes!" Kreacher's eyes lit up, "Master Regulus mentioned you, a powerful wizard, who became the Dark Lord's right-hand man a long time ago..."

Sirius sneered and turned his head away.

"Regulus entrusted us to destroy that locket, and you can give it to us." Severus bowed his head and said to Kreacher, "After it is destroyed, if you need the wreckage, we can return it to you .”

"Really...really?" Kreacher actually laughed, as if he had received some great gift.

Qiubai sighed for a second at Severus's cleverness, and hurried back: "Of course, we just want to fulfill Regulus' commission and wish."

"Okay, okay, Kreacher will get it now."

After Kreacher finished speaking, he immediately disappeared into the kitchen, and he couldn't wait to go back to his small room. After a while, he took the gold locket and came to Qiu Bai and the others, shaking the locket tremblingly. Handed it to Severus.He opened his eyes expectantly, as if waiting for Severus to destroy the locket on the spot and give him the remains.

"Kreacher, it takes tools to destroy it, but that's not on us for now." Chomber stood beside Severus, leaning on him.

"Kreacher!" Sirius' voice became more and more manic, "You go back first, they keep what they say! - Go back to the room! Now!"

Kreacher obviously wanted to stay, but he didn't dare disobey direct orders, and when he shuffled out of the kitchen, he gave Sirius a look full of unforgettable hatred, and he kept muttering.

"So, what exactly is a Horcrux!" Sirius gritted his teeth and popped out word by word.

"A very evil magic that presupposes the murder of other people, splits the soul and puts it into a Horcrux, so that even if the body is attacked or destroyed, it cannot die." Qiubai explained, "Voldemort has done several Such a horcrux, so you have not died completely until now. Regulus must have known about this, so he wanted to destroy the Slytherin locket at all costs. He is a brave man, Sirius ..."

"No, I can't believe it..." Sirius buried his face in his palms, "My idiot brother, obviously so weak, I always thought he was killed by Voldemort. Or, more likely, under Voldemort's instigation The victim..."

"Kreacher doesn't have to lie." Qiubai took the locket in Severus's hand and examined it carefully, "This is indeed Slytherin's locket."

"I'll prove it again." Sirius pursed his lips and said, "Can you really destroy this thing?"

"It must be destroyed!" Qiubai padded the locket, "But we don't have a particularly good way for now, we have to wait until Dumbledore comes back."

Qiubai thought about the remaining horcruxes, and the next thing was the soul-taking ceremony on the night of the full moon, she should prepare the things needed for the ceremony.

The author has something to say:

Long live Rowling, Kreacher's description comes from the original