Chapter 1010: Interrogation of Kreacher (1)

"This is... Regulus... Master Regulus's locket..." Kreacher said tremblingly, the fear in his eyes seemed to disperse the turbid fog.

"Regulus?" Sirius frowned, and he was about to question, but Kreacher's next move broke Sirius's train of thought.

"Master Regulus's locket!" Kreacher said in great horror, his thin body shaking even more violently. Fanlin was afraid that Kreacher would die from fear, and the violent rise and fall of his chest made people doubt Kreacher for a while. Will the thin body explode in the next second?

"Kreacher... Kreacher made a mistake. Kreacher failed to carry out the master's order!"

Then, Kreacher let out a scream that terrified everyone. The sound was so loud that it even shattered the glass on the table.

The next second, Kreacher rushed towards the wall next to him at extraordinary speed. Fan Lin, who was standing next to him, reacted instinctively and pounced on him to suppress him.

Kreacher was still resisting, looking like he had lost his mind. He kept crying and screaming, as if he had made some unforgivable mistake.

Destroying a Horcrux is simply impossible for a house elf, who can't use anything except their own magic.

Hermione also screamed. She wanted to come to help Fanlin, but she didn't know how to do it.

For a moment there was a mixture of cries and screams, but Sirius's roar was louder than any of them.

"That's enough, Kreacher, I order you not to move!"

Anger echoed in the kitchen. If this house hadn't been enchanted, Fan Lin would not have the slightest doubt whether he would have summoned his Muggle neighbors.

At Sirius's command, Kreacher immediately stopped struggling, but his tears flowed down his dry cheeks into his mouth, and Fan Lin could clearly see Kreacher's black-gray teeth.

Kreacher was very old, reaching the limits of life as a house elf, and was tortured by the spirits of Lady Black and Voldemort.

However, Sirius did not show any mercy. Kreacher's concealment completely angered him, especially regarding the Horcrux.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix actually contains a part of Voldemort's soul.

"Tell me everything you know. Where did this locket come from? What does my brother Regulus have to do with it?" Sirius roared loudly. "I order you to tell me everything about this locket." Tell it all about the locket.”

Sirius was extremely angry. Slytherin's locket, such an important thing, was placed in their family's treasure house that had not been used for a long time.

Kreacher must know, he has been responsible for cleaning. It can be said that Kreacher knows every corner of the Black family.

It is impossible for this elf not to know what this means. The house elves of all noble wizard families will remember the family emblems of all nobles, whether it is to remind their masters or something else, this is a necessary skill.

Judging from Kreacher's abnormal behavior, Regulus's death is definitely inseparable from this incident. This is a Horcrux, Voldemort's most important thing, and now it was destroyed by Fan Lin and placed in the kitchen. On the dining table...

"Tell me, what did my brother do?" Sirius angrily dragged Kreacher up from the ground.

"No, Sirius, don't..." Hermione said tremblingly, "Don't hurt..."

It seemed to be a little loose, and then Sirius threw Kreacher to the ground. It looked like throwing a dirty rag. In the eyes of many nobles, the role of house elves is only this, cleaning...

Kreacher sat up somewhat numbly, curled up into a ball, and buried his blood-stained head into his skinny knees.

When Kreacher spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been destroyed, but no one interrupted Kreacher. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with no comments or questions. It was like a cage, and it was closed , and Kreacher is the only one.

"That happened fifteen years ago, but unlike Master Sirius who ran away from home, was unruly, ridiculous, and broke the hostess's heart, Master Regulus was very proud, and he knew the surname Black. and what his pure blood means. For many years, Master Regulus often talked about the Dark Lord at home, saying that the Dark Lord would make all wizards no longer have to hide, but could stand up and rule Muggles and other people. A descendant of Muggles," Kreacher sobbed, "When Master Regulus was sixteen, he joined the Dark Lord's organization..."

"Become a Death Eater and be proud of it!" Sirius said impatiently, "Typical Death Eater behavior, that idiot never understands what he is doing."

"Master Regulus knows!" Kreacher argued hard, seeming to have used up all his strength to refute the master he still looked down upon.

Perhaps in Kreacher's heart, Regulus is his true master and the only successor to the Black family.

It was hard to imagine how Regulus treated Kreacher and could make a cowardly elf resist his current master.

"He was so proud, so proud, so happy that he was able to serve..."

"Get to the point directly, Kreacher. I don't want to hear how my idiot brother felt after he became a Death Eater!" Sirius interrupted mercilessly. The veins on his forehead popped out one by one, obviously because of this. Angry at the rhetoric. The last time Sirius looked this angry was when he faced Peter Pettigrew.

Kreacher glanced at Sirius in fear, his head shaking faster, and he said intermittently, "One, one year later, one day, Master Regulus came to visit Kreacher in the kitchen. Master Regulus Always liked Kreacher, he said... he said..."

"What did he say?" Sirius asked immediately, and everyone was looking at the old house elf.

"He said, Master Regulus said, the Dark Lord needs servants..."

"Servants? Doesn't he have many servants?"

"No... I don't know..." Kreacher shook his head tremblingly, "That's what Master Regulus told me. He said he needed my help, so..."

"So, you were chosen, or Regulus dedicated you to the Dark Lord?" Fan Lin said patiently.

Although Kreacher was shaking, he still straightened up... (To be continued)