Chapter 228

However, being trapped by love, she chose to hide it, and now even Gabriel doesn't know the truth of the whole thing.

However, Furong did understand the other side of Ye Ting facing outsiders.

In some cases, he really dared to kill.

0314 Kreacher

In the end, under the persuasion of other members of the Order of the Phoenix, Moody did not continue to talk.

And Blake also took the opportunity to bring the three to a room, ready to talk to them individually.

However, in the house, they saw a house-elf, swearing at Blake.

The house-elf was named Kreacher, and he was thin and small, half a man's height, wearing a dirty rag, his pale skin draped in folds, and his bat-like ears protruding from white hairs.

Obviously, the house-elf is very old, and in fact, Kreacher has been their house-elf since Blake's parents' generation.

"-- came back from Azkaban and pointed at Kreacher, oh my poor mistress. What would she have said if she had seen the house like this, the scumbag lived in, and her darling was taken Throwing it out, she swore not to recognize him as a son, and now he's back, he's said to be a murderer—"

"If you keep talking, I'm going to kill someone!" said Sirius irritably, pushing the house-elf out the door and slamming the door against it.

"Sirius, he's out of his mind," Hermione said softly. "I think he's just too old."

Compared to other arrogant wizards, Hermione, who was born into a Muggle family, is more willing to treat other magical creatures as equals.

"He's been alone too long," said Sirius, "and taking some crazy orders from my mother's portrait to speak to himself, but he was a nasty little--"

"If you set him free," said Hermione hopefully, "maybe—"

"We can't let him go, he knows too much about the Order of the Phoenix," said Sirius rudely. He leaves the house and sees how he reacts."

Then, he looked at Ye Ting and asked straight to the point, "So, what are you doing here this time? I, you all know, I am ready to help you at any time."

The three looked at each other, and finally Ye Ting said, "Actually, we are here to ask about Regulus Black. We want to know what happened before he died."

"Regulus Black..." Sirius' eyes suddenly dimmed when he heard the name, "That's a long story."

He walked to the other side of the room, where a tapestry covered the entire wall.

Ye Ting and the three followed.

The tapestry looked very old and very old, the color had faded, and it seemed that the fox had bitten it in several places.

Still, the gold thread embroidered on it still gleamed, and they clearly saw a branching family tree that went all the way back to the Middle Ages. On the top of the tapestry were embroidered in large letters: "Noble oldest Black family forever pure".

"You're not on it!" Hermione said suddenly, looking at the bottom line of the family tree.

"It used to be there," said Sirius, pointing to a small black hole in the tapestry, as if scorched by cigarettes, "my dear old mother destroyed me after I ran away from home— — Kreacher likes to whisper this story."

"You ran away from home?"

"I was about sixteen then," said Sirius. "I had enough. I hated them all. My parents, madly obsessed with pure blood, believed that being the Blacks was inherently noble. Yes, and my foolish brother, Regulus Black, was too weak to believe what they were saying...that's him."

Sirius stretched out a finger and pointed to a name at the bottom of the family tree: Regulus Black. After the date of birth there is a date of death (about fifteen years ago).

"He's younger than me," said Sirius. "I'm constantly reminded that he's a better son than I am. But this stupid idiot joined the Death Eaters."

"Although I don't know why you want to know about Regulus, I can tell you that in my family, my parents believe that Voldemort's proposition is correct, and they are in favor of maintaining the purity of the wizarding blood and getting rid of Muggle-born people. People, let purebloods in power. They're not unique, and before Voldemort showed his real face, many thought he was right about some things... But when they found out that he was in order to gain power They were timid and withdrawn when unscrupulous. But I think my parents must have thought that Regulus was a brave little hero when he joined it in the first place."

"How did he die?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I don't know," said Sirius. "He may have been killed by Voldemort. Or, more likely, at Voldemort's orders. I suspect Regulus is not that important yet and needs to be killed by Voldemort himself. He. From what I've seen since he died, he was in a deep hole, and then he was terrified of what he was being asked to do, and he wanted to quit. Well, you can't just hand Voldemort a resignation report and you're done. Either give your life or die. However, before he died, I didn't have much contact with him... But Kreacher has been taking care of him, you can ask Kreacher, I think he will know better than me-- if

You can put up with his bad temper. "

Blake opened the door and shouted, "Kreacher!"

With a snap, the house-elf appeared. He stood before them, looking at them with contempt and reluctance.

"Master," Kreacher said hoarsely in his bullfrog voice, bowing low, and muttering to his head and knees, "bring two filthy mudbloods and a lowly veela into my mistress's old house. House--"

"I forbid you to call anyone 'inferior' or 'mudblood,'" Black shouted, "I want you to answer their questions, whatever they ask, you have to say it exactly, understand? "

"Yes, Master," Kreacher said, bowing low again.

However, Ye Ting saw his lips squirming silently, no doubt he was meditating on the insulting words that he was now forbidden to say.

Even Hermione, the least discriminating against house-elves, would find Kreacher's long nose and bloodshot eyes unlovable.

Ye Ting had already shot impatiently. He pointed at Kreacher, and its long nose began to stretch.

"When answering the question, if you say something ugly, your nose will grow an inch." Ye Ting crossed his arms and said coldly, "I want to see, how long can your nose grow? "

Perhaps he was frightened by the nose that had fallen to his chest, or perhaps forced by Ye Ting's aura, Kreacher immediately closed his mouth, retreated to the corner, and looked at Ye Ting tremblingly.

"You still have a way," Blake patted Ye Ting on the shoulder and walked out, "We still have some things to talk about, just ask if you have any questions."

After speaking, he returned to the living room, leaving only Ye Ting and Kreacher looking at each other.

Chapter 0315 what Regulus did

"Kreacher, come here, I have something to ask you," Ye Ting ordered Kreacher in a serious tone.

Kreacher timidly walked in front of the three, his long nose dangling on his chest.

"I want to ask you, Regulus Black, have you ever brought home a golden locket?"

Hearing this, Kreacher, who was still flinching, suddenly became excited. He shivered, swayed, closed his eyes, but did not speak.

Seeing his reaction, the three immediately understood that Kreacher seemed to know something.

"Kreacher, do you remember what your master just said?" Fleur reminded sternly, with disgust in her eyes - she was still haunted by the house elf's name for her bloodline - "Are you going to violate your master? order?"

For the house-elf, "Master's orders" are more effective than anything else, and Kreacher gasped, his shriveled chest heaving sharply, and then he opened his eyes and let out a blood-clotting scream.

"The locket! Master Regulus' locket, Master Regulus did bring back a locket... Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to execute the master's order!"

The next moment, Kreacher rushed to the side wall and kept slamming her head against the wall. Hermione was startled by his actions, but she immediately pulled out her wand, and the tip of the wand sprayed out a pink ribbon that knocked Kreacher away. Che was tied tightly, which stopped him from self-mutilation.

"Kreacher, I order you not to move!" she exclaimed. "You must first fulfill your master's orders, answer our questions, and do nothing until then!"

The elf froze immediately, and he lay upright on the cold stone floor, tears gushing out of his sunken eye sockets.

"Hermione, get him up!" whispered Fleur.

Hermione pulled slightly, and the end of the ribbon was stressed, making Kreacher stand up.

"Tell me about Regulus' locket," Ye Ting said, "where did it come from? What does Regulus have to do with it? Kreacher, tell me everything you know about that locket. , and Regulus' relationship with it!"

Hermione loosened the ribbon, and the elf sat down immediately, curled into a ball, tucked her wet face between her knees, and started rocking back and forth. When he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was low and muffled, but could be heard quite clearly in the quiet, echoing room.

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