Chapter 196: The story of Regulus

"Quickly, what did my brother did at the beginning?"
Sirius threw Kreacher to the ground like a throwing a dirty rag. ≤ ≤ small ≤ said,
Kreacher sat up and huddled together. He clipped the wet face between his knees and began to shake back and forth. When he spoke, the voice was low and boring, but it was quite clear in a quiet, echogenic kitchen.
"That was fifteen years ago. Unlike the little Sirius master who left home, did not follow the rules, and let the hostess hurt his heart, Master Regules had self-respect. He knew Black's surname and his pure blood. What it means. For many years, he often talked about the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord wants to let the wizards not have to hide, but to come out to rule the descendants of Muggles and Muggles.
Kreacher sobbed,
In Rego When Master Les was sixteen years old, he joined the organization of the Dark Lord."
"Be a Death Eater and be proud of it!" Sirius dismissed. "Oh, it's like the fool's style. He doesn't know what he is doing."
"The young Master Regularis knows!" Kreacher argued. "He was so proud at the time, so proud, so happy, because he can play for"

Directly speaking, Kreacher, I don’t want to hear my idiot’s younger brother’s feelings after becoming a Death Eater!
Sirius violently interrupted, and the roots of the blue veins on his forehead swelled.
The last time he looked like this, he was still facing the little dwarf Peter.
Kreacher looked scared at Sirius and his head swayed faster. He said intermittently, "One, one year later, one day, Master Regulas came to the kitchen to visit Kreacher. Master Regules I always like Kreacher, he said he said"
"What did he say?" Everyone is watching this old house elf.
"He said that the Dark Lord needs a house elf."
"Voldemort needs a house elf?" Sirius repeated, and Harry and Hermione were equally confused, which sounded ridiculous.
How powerful Voldemort might need a house elf, everyone does not understand, only Ai Wen knows what is going on.
"Oh, yes!" Kreacher said painfully. "The young Master Regulas contributed to Kreach, which is a kind of glory. The young Master Regulas said that this is the glory of himself and Kreacher. Kleiche You have to do everything the Dark Lord wants him to do, then go back and go home."
Kreacher swayed faster, and even the breath became sobbing.
"So, Kreacher went to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord did not tell Kleche what to do, but brought Kreach to a cave by the sea. It was a big cave with a black big lake in it."
Sirius did not speak, and Avon, Harry, and Hermione also listened to Kreacher’s narrative.
In the gloomy basement, Klein's hoarse voice was particularly terrifying, and it seemed to be uploaded from the black water surface, and the hair on the body was uncontrollably erected.
"There is a boat next to the Great Lake. The lake is full of dead bodies. There is a stone and stone basin on the island in the center of the lake. It is full of potions. The black and black devils let Kreache drink." Klee’s voice is shaking. "Kleiche drank, and when he drank, he saw a lot of horror. Klitsch's internal organs were on fire. Kreacher called Master Regulales to save him and shouted the name of the hostess, but the Dark Lord just laughed. He forced Klee to drink the potion. He threw a locket into the empty pot and filled the pot with the potion."
"and then?"
"Then, the Dark Lord went on board and left Kreacher on the island."
Ai Wen seemed to be able to see the scene, seeing Voldemort's pale snake face disappearing into the darkness, and the red eyes staring coldly at the elf who was painfully rolling on the ground.
He probably thought that the elf would die in a few minutes, and could not resist the extreme thirst caused by the potion.
However, Kreacher escaped and Avon did not know how he did it.
"Kreacher still remembers the situation at the time. Kreacher needed water. He climbed to the edge of the island and went to drink the water in the Black Lake. The hand of the dead, sticking out of the water and dragging Kreacher down."
"How did you escape?" Sirius whispered, and rarely spoke to him loudly.
Kreacher raised his ugly head and looked at Sirius with his big, eyes. He replied, "The young Master Regulas said that he would return to Kreacha."
"But?!" Everyone didn't know how Kreacher came back. Voldemort couldn't have let him leave.
"Young Master Regulas said that he would return to Kreacher." Kreacher repeated it.
"I know, I mean how you got rid of those"
"Obviously, his apparition has shifted. The magic of the house elf is different from the magic of the wizard. Voldemort probably neglected this." Avon explained, "Or, he never realized that he had done it before." As for what he saw, he was dismissive of the behavior of the house elves and was not willing to understand them."
"The young Master Regulas said that he would return to Kreacher." The house elf repeated it again and said in a singing voice. "The supreme law of the house elf is the master's command. Kreacher is a well-regulated family. Elf, the owner called Kreacher to go home, Kreacher went home."
"What happened after you came back?" Sirius continued, "What do you say when you tell Regulus about things?"
"The young Master Regulaus is very worried, very worried." Kreacher screamed. "Regules called Kleiche to hide, don't leave the house. Then, after a while, in one night, Regulus The young master went to the cupboard to find Klipche. The young master Regulus was weird. Unlike usual, Kreacher saw that his heart was very chaotic. The young master called Kreacher to take him to the cave, which is Kreacher. The cave where the Dark Lord has been."
Ivan can imagine that under the orders of Regulus, they set off like this. A frightened aging elf came to Voldemort to hide the soul with an 18-year-old boy who was very similar to Sirius. The place of the device.
Kreacher went there and he knew how to get in.
"Regurus?!" Sirius voice with a hint of resentment, coldly asked, "He let you drink those potions?"
Kreacher shook her head and burst into tears.
Everyone looked at him with surprise, and if Kreacher didn't drink the potions, they guessed what happened next.
"Thunder, Regules took out a lock box from his pocket, the same as the Dark Lord." Kreacher looked at the locket in his hand, tears flowing down his long nose. "He Call Kreacher to hold it, wait for the stone basin to dry, then change the lock box."
Kreacher's sobs became heavy and harsh, and Avon had to concentrate on understanding what he was going to say next. (To be continued.)