Chapter 287: Past of the Black Family

谁 "Who can tell me, how does that little elf respect Makar?"
Harry looked at the others blankly, but found that everyone had the expression "I want to know", and scratched his head in wonder.
At this moment, a footstep came from the corner of the corridor on the first floor, and a familiar voice followed.
"... I think there is always a reason."
"Sirius?" Harry turned quickly and looked over there.
"Don't bother Cleche, he's been alone for too long," Sirius said absently as he walked quickly, "... I took some crazy orders from my mother's portrait and spoke to myself But he used to be an abominable little-- "
"What if you set him free?" Hermione said hopefully, "Maybe--"
"We can't let him be free. He knows too much about the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius said rudely, passing by the children, "And he called you mud, aren't you angry? "
"It's okay," Hermione whispered, "he has an abnormal brain and doesn't know he's talking--"
"Don't fool yourself, Hermione, he knows exactly what he's talking about," Fred said angrily.
At this time, Sirius had already reached the corner of the stairs, and he suddenly turned back and left the last sentence.
"Anyway, just that scare will kill him-if you don't believe it, you can try to ask him to leave this house and see how he will react."
Of course, Hermione, who is familiar with the history of magic, knows what to do. For domestic elves, it is tantamount to depriving them of their existence.
Compared with the elf in the ancient times, maybe there is no difference in appearance between them, but their hearts are already two very different creatures.
敏 From the moment when perceptualness and reason began to fight, Hermione was no longer the naive little girl who had only "black" and "white" in her eyes.
"I'm so stupid!" Hermione took a deep breath and stomped hard.
Harry, they all looked at her in surprise, but she just shook her head, and then went to the kitchen first.
"What's wrong with her?" Harry said strangely.
Ron shrugged blankly, wondering for a while before guessing: "Is Hermione really going to find a way to give Cleche freedom?"
哦 "Oh-" Harry nodded immediately. "It's really possible in her character."
Uh ...
When Harry went to the kitchen for breakfast, Sirius had already knocked on the door of the study.
"Please come in."
The door was opened, Sirius strode in, staring directly at Maca, as if to see something on his face.
"What's wrong?" Marka looked up from the pile of books on the desk, wondering.
Sirius was silent for a while, then frowned: "Are you hiding something from me?"
The atmosphere became a little serious, and Lenny, who was lying on the sofa on the other side, copied a book and gave a curious glance at this side, then lowered her head quickly.
"There is a lot to hide from you," Maca thought for a while, then stood up and said, "Let's go! Let's talk about a suitable place, let's have a good conversation ... Kriecher!"
The uncle's voice did not fall, the space in the middle of the study was slightly distorted, and the elderly domestic elf appeared with a bow on his back.
"Hello, Mr. McLean, may I ask what you call Old Cleche?"
The faithful domesticated elf of the Black family, with Sirius back to his back, was respectful of Maca.
"Klitsch! What the is going on? Why are you—"
"I'm sorry, Master ..." Clitche heard his voice and immediately turned his head and bowed deeply, "Old Clichy didn't see the Master here just now ..."
虽然 Even though he said so, his expression was disgusted, as if he saw something dirty.
"Master is a nasty, ungrateful and indecent blank, and broke his mother's heart-" Clitche muttered his voice again, as if he really thought no one else could hear it.
"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius said coldly, "she lives by resentment completely."
Klicher bowed again at this time, observing the unique rules of the Black family that the house elf must bow when talking to the master.
"No matter what the young master said," Cleche muttered indignantly again. "The young master is not even good enough to give his mother a heel, oh my poor hostess, if--"
"Okay, Klitsch." Maca interrupted him, and reached out to the door again, "Sirius, let's talk to the living room on the second floor ..."
只有 In this old house, only the living room and another room have not been moved.
Although Maca feels that it is not necessary to let Sirius know certain facts, it is not interesting to cover up such things. What you say can also make Sirius reduce some mustards for herself ...
This is a long, high-ceilinged room on the second floor, with dirty tapestries hanging on the olive-green walls.
他们 When they stepped on the carpet, a small dust rose, and long, yellow-green velvet curtains buzzed, as if many invisible bees were flying inside.
"The curtain is full of fox charms, so you can collect it as a potion material." As she passed the curtain, Maca smiled.
But Sirius didn't bother to care about such a joke.
Maca didn't care, he went straight to the other side of the room, carefully looked at the giant tapestry covering the entire wall.
挂 The tapestry looks very old and dimmed, and it seems that the fox bite has bitten several places.
However, the gold thread embroidered on it is still shiny, and there is a genealogical tree with lush branches on it. The branches and leaves are extremely detailed.
There are a few big letters embroidered on the tapestry top: the noble and oldest Black family is always pure.
Maca didn't say any more nonsense, he just reached out and pointed to the name at the bottom: Regulus Black.
After his birth date, there was a clear date of death, which was about fifteen years ago.
"This is your brother." Maca stated the fact in a gentle tone.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Sirius said, "What do you want to say?"
"He joined the Death Eaters," Makar said again.
"Yeah ... yeah!‘ They ’think Voldemort is right,‘ they ’are all in favor of maintaining the purity of the wizard ’s bloodline, getting rid of people of Muggle origin, and letting those of pure bloodlines have power.

"Hmm--I think‘ they ’must think that Regulus joined it from the beginning, is it a brave little hero?

Sirius said irritably, and the "them" in his mouth not only refers to the other members of the Black family, but also his parents!
…… "... So?" He looked at the genealogical tree, "What happened to Regulus?"
"Remember what kind of state he was in at the end?" Maca asked, "I mean, after Voldemort showed that he used whatever means to gain power."
玛 Under the problem of Maca, Sirius gradually showed the expression of memories.
"... He was deep down at the time, and then ... he was afraid of what others asked him to do, and he wanted to quit ... Well, my stupid brother is really good at magical talents, but far from you ..."
He paused, then shook his head and said, "It is impossible for him to hand over a resignation report to Voldemort. If he does not have the strength to break free, he will either die for life or die!"
"Yeah! He only has a dead end," Maca nodded, but half of her voice turned, "... but he didn't choose to wait for death honestly."
"What do you mean?" Sirius turned his head violently, staring at Maca's face sharply.
"Your brother Regulus he--"
"can not say!"
Krypton, the domestic elf who always only whispered, yelled for the first time, but his screaming exhaustion was only to prevent Maca from telling the truth of a certain burial.
"Follow the orders of Master Regulus, you cannot say to anyone in the distinguished Black family ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This is the final order of Master Regulus!"
Klitsch's sharp, rough voice seemed to rub Sirius' nerves.
"Klitsch, I order-" "Sirius."
Maca waved to Sirius, and then went on: "Kriecher, you need to keep the secrets of your master is your thing, you can say without saying-but it is obviously no problem for me to say."
Klicher took a hard breath, and his skinny chest quickly rolled up and down, then he closed his eyes suddenly and stopped making any sound.
"Sirius, this is a secret about Voldemort," Maca said quietly. "So far, this is only known to me and Dumbledore. It should not be disclosed for the time being ... so I can only include a part of it about your brother. Tell you to listen. "
Sirius took a deep breath and readjusted his mood, and then nodded.
In fact, since Maca has already talked about this, he already has some premonitions. I am afraid that my brother has done something that everyone did not expect.
I can't help but wonder if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
"Say it!" Sirius said.
Maca reached out and touched the name on the tapestry, and the uneven embroidery marks seemed to tell everything that year.
当时 "At that time ... probably about a year after your brother joined the Death Eaters, Voldemort told his Death Eaters that he needed a domestic elf. So, your brother offered to recommend Klitcher to Voldemort ..."
"At that time, it should be at a time when Voldemort did not reveal his ambitions.") !!