Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

On the second floor of the old Black House, which has been refurbished, the dilapidated living room, under the map of the sun, reveals the past.

The shredded dust, flipped and shimmered in the beam of light projected from the window, and there was a faint musty smell in the air, which seemed to reject everyone who came here.

The long-term uninhabited house is a place where all the past burial is carried out. Even if you try to dig out the tired bones, it will bring nothing more than a heavy one from many years ago.

At the moment, the heavy bones dug out by Marx did not help in the heart of Sirius.

“Voldemort is a very conceited wizard, his arrogance comes from strength… Of course, it may be from his nature…”

“In short, everything he did at the time didn’t tell anyone else – it was as it should be by rights because he wanted to get the ‘undead’ ability.”

“That is a dark magic, quite evil, from the ancient times… well, maybe even earlier than that! This dark magic I can’t say more, but what I want to say is that he needs this dark magic. Hide something – hide it in a few places that others don’t know.”

“And one of the places, the place where he took Kreacher – he needed to find a ‘worthless’ creature to test whether the magic mechanism he left was perfect.”

“hmph, a worthless creature…” Sirius coldly snorted. “So, why is this ‘worthless creature’ still here?”

“Of course, of course…” Marx turned his head and looked at Kreacher, who was bowing his head. “Because he was ‘worthless’, Voldemort ignored a simple fact – house elf’s magic, and wizard’s Magic has a decisive difference.”

Having said that, Marx seems to think of something funny, laughing: “If Voldemort takes a normal wizard as a testing tool, then you may not hear this story now – Kreacher escaped. Come back, I used a simple ‘Disapparation’.”

When it comes to the word “simple”, Marx can’t help but pump.

“You mean, there is a magic that prohibits Disapparation in that place?” Sirius 嗤said with a smile, “This is really ‘very Voldemort’, he is like most pure blood wizard, conceited, arrogant, even the wizard group Divide a three-nine-nine, etc., not to mention house elf…”

“Yes, that’s right.” Marx spread the handkerchief. “So Kreacher went back home and returned to here…” He said, but he turned the subject again. “Yes, Sirius… I don’t know if you have it. Interested to find out, why is Kreacher coming back?”

“Not for escape? What an odd thing -“

Sirius suddenly glanced and frowned at Kreacher, but Kreacher still closed his eyes as if it were a small statue.

“It seems that you have noticed, how can house elf “escape”?” Marx said, “Kreacher will return—”

“You don’t have to say it.” Sirius suddenly became annoyed. “What do you want to tell me? Reglies and a house elf?”

“Of course not only,” Marx turned to look at him. “To be honest, the magic innate talent of your younger brother may not be strong, but his pursuit of magic is solid and persistent.”

“What do you mean?” Sirius wondered.

Marx pointed to the name at the bottom of the tapestry and said word by word:

“The ‘stupid younger brother’ in your mouth, Regulus Artukus Black, I am afraid that this is the first wizard in the world to discover Voldemort ‘undead’ mystery…” Marx added a tone of repetition, “The first One!”

Sirius turned his head and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar name Marx pointed out, and the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

“What about that,” Sirius waved angrily and shouted. “Regulus was a kid who was only unassuming to his parents and family. He was weak, unprejudiced, and what others said…”

“…he found Voldemort’s secret, and then he was killed. This ridiculous ending…hey…is very much in line with his weak and useless character, isn’t it?”

As he spoke, Sirius suddenly clenched his right hand and slammed his fist on the tapestry name. Under this fist, the dust on the tapestry fell and fluttered in the sun.

“Yeah! It was killed by Voldemort… As far as the results are concerned, it can be said.” Marx seems to agree with the general nodded, but continues. “But… in terms of process, his death It is worth everyone to remember.”

“What?” Sirius suddenly turned his head and his eyes were faint.

“Regulus asked Kreacher to take him there once and then replace that thing – with an identical fake –”

“And then?” Sirius seemed to understand something. He grabbed Marx’s arm tightly and almost snarled and snarled.

“And then?” Marx allowed Sirius to grab his arm and shrugged. “Of course it is commanding Kreacher to come back! Just like the previous command Kreacher came back – you know, house elf can’t resist the master’s orders.”

In Sirius’s gaze, Marx calmly said: “As for your younger brother, he can’t escape – the magic left by Voldemort is not something that ordinary wizard can escape.”

Sirius was silent, and his hand glared at Marx gradually loosened. The slightly trembling hand was not known because of excessive force, or because of other reasons…

Marx pulled his arm out, rubbed his teeth and licked his eyes, then turned his eyes to tapestry; Sirius lowered his head, and the long hair of messy covered his eyes, making him unpredictable.

At this moment, Sirius’s appearance is strikingly similar to Kreacher standing behind.

For a long time, Sirius suddenly looked up and hoarsely said: “Where is that place?”

“Hey! This is one of the reasons why I am staring at you,” Marx said without looking at him. He just calmly said, “What do you want? Is it going to take back the bones of your younger brother? Or want to put your younger What did the brother leave for Voldemort?”

“I can’t leave my younger brother in that ghost place!” Sirius yelled.

“It’s pointless,” Marx said. “You thought, why Regulus ordered Kreacher to keep this secret, and why did he order Kreacher, saying that it is not allowed to let anyone in House of Black know?”

“I don’t care about this!” Sirius said wildly. “Isn’t it dangerous? When did Sirius fear danger? I-“

“You still don’t understand?” Marx licked Sirius’s collar and stared at his eyes. “You younger brother, he is scared! He is afraid that this thing will be your big fool. know!”

“So far, we can’t know if Regulus first joined the Death Eater. Is there any other idea? Maybe he is purely pure pride, or maybe he is for other reasons…” Marx said in a word, “But at least, his last order must have been set for your big brother.”

“He knows that you are impulsive, reckless, and dead-minded, and you can dash on bravely with no thought of personal safety. Once you know this, you will definitely go!”

“But… what’s the use of you?” Marx said unceremoniously. “You can only do bad things! This is the only thing that Voldemort doesn’t know. It’s possible to get the most out of the moment.” “”

“…Sirius, you, understand?”

After all, Marx loosened Sirius’s collar and sorted it out for him. He didn’t go back to the door.

At this time, in this dilapidated living room, there are only one big and one small two lonely silhouettes. They each stood in the same place, letting their hearts become more and more heavy.

This is a silent confession sent by a younger brother to a big brother, separated by a dozen years!

Marx is right, Regulus’s ideas have been buried in the dust of history, and only the remaining words can only be harvested with no evidence.

Even if it is only speculation, it is also a speculation that touches the truth and is a guess of the new meaning given to the words left by the deceased.

For the deceased, this kind of speculation may be just a “lie” that is flawed; but for the living, this “lie” represents “hope.”

Some people say that in this world, only two professions can give meaning to the deceased’s past – that is, detectives and scammers.

Only detectives can excavate them from the grave and organize them into “truths”; only the liar can make them distorted in the grave and turn into “lie.”

And Marx is a big writer who is downright… Ah no, I mean… “big liar.”

At the end of the living room, the bright sun gives the interior a touch of warmth.

“Regulus…” Sirius stroked the name on tapestry, powerless. “You are stupid… you are… stupid…”

Behind him, house elf Kreacher fell on the dusty carpet, and the tears of crystal could not stop flowing from his closed eyes.

He kept hitting the carpet with his head, “bang bang bang 嘭”, and raised a fine dust.

Looking out of the window, the sun has climbed into the air without knowing it, and it exudes its light and heat, but it does not dispel the gloom of the heart of this big and small two different creatures.