Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Who can tell me how the house elf is so respectful of Marx?”

Harry looked at the others blankly, only to find that everyone was looking at the face “I want to know,” and couldn’t help but scratch the scalp.

At this moment, a footstep came from the corner of the corridor on the first floor, and there was a familiar voice.

“…I think, there is always reason.”

“Sirius?” Harry turned his head and looked over there.

“Don’t pay attention to Kreacher, he has been alone for too long,” Sirius said as he walked quickly and absently. “… I accepted some crazy orders from my mother’s portrait and spoke to myself, but he It used to be a hateful little –“

“If you let him free?” Hermione said hopefully, “maybe—”

“We can’t let him go free. He knows too much about the Order of the Phoenix.” Sirius said rudely, passing by the children. “And, he called you mudblood, are you not angry?” ”

“It’s okay,” Hermione whispered. “He’s not normal, he doesn’t know what he’s saying—”

“You don’t deceive yourself, Hermione, he knows what he is saying.” Fred was angry.

At this time, Sirius had already reached the corner of the stairs, and he suddenly turned back and left the last sentence.

“In any case, just that shock will kill him. If you don’t believe it, you can try to ask him to leave the house and see how he will react.”

Hermione, who is familiar with A History of Magic, knows what it is like to do this. For house elf, it is tantamount to depriving them of the meaning of survival.

Compared with the elves in ancient times, perhaps there is no difference in appearance between them, but their hearts have long been two different creatures.

From the moment when the sensibility and rationality began to fight, Hermione was no longer the childish little girl with only “black” and “white” in her eyes.

“I’m stupid!” Hermione deeply took a deep breath and slammed her foot.

Harry, they all looked at her in surprise, but she just shook her head and went to the kitchen first.

“What happened to her?” Harry wondered.

Ron was shrugged and pondered for a while before speculated: “Is Hermione really trying to find a way to give Kreacher freedom?”

“Oh–” Harry immediately nodded, “With her character, it’s really possible.”

……

When Harry went to the kitchen to have breakfast, Sirius had already ringed the door of Study.

“Please come in.”

The door was opened and Sirius strode in and looked straight at Marx, as if to see something from his face.

“What’s wrong?” Marx looked up from the back of the pile on the desk and was puzzled.

Sirius was silent for a while, and then he frowned. “Do you have anything to look at me?”

The atmosphere became a bit more serious, and Lenny, who was copying the book on the other side of the sofa, curiously sneaked a glance at the side, and then quickly lowered her head.

“There are a lot of things that are glaring at you,” Marx thought, and stood up again. “Let’s go! Change the place, let’s have a chat… Kreacher!”

The voice did not fall, the space in the middle of the study was slightly distorted, and the aged house elf appeared on the back.

“Mr. Mr. McLorne, may you ask what is your old Kreacher?”

The loyal house elf of this Black family, back to Sirius, respects Marx.

“What is going on with Kreacher! Why are you -“

“Sorry, Young Master…” Kreacher heard the voice and immediately turned his head and bowed deeply. “Old Kreacher just didn’t see Young Master here…”

Although he said so, his expression is a look of disgust, as if he saw something dirty.

“Young Master is a nasty, ungrateful slab that hurts his mother’s heart–” Kreacher once again lowered his voice and screamed, as if he really thought that no one else could hear it.

“My mother has no heart, Kreacher,” Sirius said coldly. “She lives entirely by resentment.”

Kreacher then bowed again, guarding the unique rules of the Black family that house elf must talk to when talking to the owner.

“No matter what the Young Master said,” Kreacher muttered indignantly. “Young Master didn’t even give him a mother’s heel, oh my poor hostess, if—”

“Okay, Kreacher.” Marx interrupted him and reached out to the door and gestured. “Sirius, let’s go to the living room on the second floor and talk…”

In this old house, only the living room and another room have not been moved.

Although Marx doesn’t think it’s necessary to let Sirius know some facts, it doesn’t mean anything like this. If you say it, you can let Sirius reduce some of the musty…

This is a long, high ceiling room on the second floor with dirty tapestry hanging from the olive green walls.

When they put their feet on the carpet, they raised a small amount of dust, and the long, yellow-green velvet curtains creaked as if there were many invisible bees flying inside.

“There are all foxes in the curtains, and they can be collected back as potion materials.” Marx laughed when passing the curtains.

Sirius didn’t have the time to pay attention to this kind of joke.

Marx didn’t care. He went straight to the other side of the room and took a closer look at the giant tapestry that covered the entire wall.

The tapestry looked old and old, and the color was dim. It seemed that the fox had bitten several places.

However, the gold thread embroidered on it is still shining, embroidered with a lush tree spectrum picture, and the branches and leaves are incomparably detailed.

The tapestry is embroidered with several characters: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black Toujours Pur.

Marx didn’t say anything more nonsense. He reached out and pointed to the name at the bottom: Regulus · Black.

After the date of birth, there is a clear date of death, which was about fifteen years ago.

“This is your younger brother.” Marx stated this fact in a gentle tone.

“Yes, what happened then?” Sirius said. “What do you want to say?”

“He joined the Death Eater.” Marx said again.

“Yeah…yeah! ‘They’ think that Voldemort’s claim is correct, ‘they’ are in favor of maintaining the purity of the wizard bloodline, getting rid of the man of the muggle, and letting the purebloline people have the power.”

“hmph – I think ‘they’ must think that Regulus joined in the beginning, is it a brave little hero?”

Sirius said irritably, and the “they” in his mouth not only refer to other clansman in the House of Black, I am afraid it is specifically referring to his parents!

“…So?” He looked at the genealogy. “What happened to Regulus?”

“Remember what state he was in at the end?” Marx asked. “I mean, I showed up at Voldemort that I didn’t have to resort to power.”

Under the Marx problem, Sirius gradually revealed the expression of memories.

“…he was already very deep, then…he was scared of what others wanted him to do, and he wanted to quit… Hey, my stupid younger brother magic innate talent is really good, but far from you… …”

He paused and shook his head again: “He can’t even hand a resignation report to Voldemort. If he doesn’t have the strength to break free, he will either sell for life or just end one!”

“Yeah! He only has a dead end,” Marx nodded, but half of it was a turn, “…but he didn’t choose to die.”

“What do you mean?” Sirius turned his head sharply, staring at Marx’s side face.

“Your younger brother Regulus him -“

“can not say!”

The house elf Kreacher, who has always spoken only in a low voice, shouted for the first time, so shouting, just to stop Marx from telling the truth about what should have been buried.

“Abiding by Master Regulus’s order, you can’t say to anyone in the distinguished House of Black, this is Master Regulus’s last order!”

Kreacher’s sharp, rough voice seemed to rub against Sirius’ nerves.

“Kreacher, I ordered -” “Sirius.”

Marx waved his hand at Sirius, and then went on to say: “Kreacher, it is your business to keep the secrets for the master. You don’t have to say – but it is obvious that there is no problem.”

Kreacher swallowed a hard air, and the skinny chest quickly undulating, then he suddenly closed his eyes and no longer made any noise.

“Sirius, this is a secret about Voldemort,” Marx said calmly. “So far, this is only me and Dumbledore know, it is not appropriate to disclose it…so I can only tell you about part of your younger brother.” “”

Sirius took a deep breath, and reorganized the mood, which was nodded.

In fact, since Marx has already said this, he actually has some hunch. I am afraid that my younger brother has also done something that everyone did not expect.

It can be said that it is a good thing or a bad thing, but people can’t help but hesitate.

“Say it!” said Sirius.

Marx reached out and touched the name on tapestry, and the uneven embroidered marks seemed to tell everything about the year.

“At the time… probably a year after your younger brother joined Death Eater, Voldemort told his Death Eaters that he needed a house elf. So, your younger brother took the initiative to recommend Kreacher to Voldemort…”

“At the time, it should still be at a time when Voldemort did not reveal his ambitions.”

“Is it?” Sirius squinted and said, “I’m really enthusiastic… my stupid younger brother…”