People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 138 Sirius: Why don’t you just die?
"Holy shit!" Tonks was shocked by what she saw.

Her height suddenly jumped from 167cm to 1cm; her bubble gum pink hair turned grayish brown; her pair of A's instantly bulged into E's; her masculine and tough features suddenly became delicate and pretty; the color on her skin faded, from wheat color to fair.
She is a natural Metamorphmagus, able to manipulate her facial features, body shape, and hair color as a baby.

She used her ability to have black hair and dark skin when she was born, and her father almost thought her mother was cheating on her.

In the process of growing up, I often changed my face when my emotions became unstable and caused a lot of trouble.

But after the age of 11, her ability to transform into a Metamorphosis stabilized.

He could even transform into someone else in seconds simply based on the impression in his mind, without taking any polyjuice potion.

It was also because of this that he obtained full marks in stealth in the Auror entrance examination.

She thought that no matter how big the problem was, she would not change her expression like she did when she was a child.

Just like when she learned that her cousin Sirius was released from prison and his innocence was vindicated, it did not change her in the slightest, not even the ends of her hair changed color.

But today, she was frightened to her true form.

As a witch who aspired to become an excellent Auror, she sacrificed a lot.

The height that stands out among women, the pretty face, and the hot body were all abandoned one by one.

She became a tomboy like Madam Hooch.

But even so, she was still not valued in the department because of her gender.

He couldn't go out on field trips like other colleagues, and could only sit in his own small cubicle in the Auror's office on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic and do clerical work.

She had almost worn out the edges of the photos of wanted dark wizards on the partition.

"Walter White? A genius criminal potion master who sells controlled potions?"

"Gustavo Flynn? The leader of a band of wild wizards that roam the country killing people?"

"Mike Ermenshot? Former Auror, the Black Auror who disappeared and has not been seen in years after killing his superior and several colleagues?"

Tonks' voice trembled.

These notorious criminals, who had haunted her dreams, appeared in front of her cubicle in a group.

When other colleagues are out on field work.

Finally, her lackluster career began to see the light of day.

Who was that equally frustrated and charismatic uncle I saw in Sirius not long ago?

And that seemingly good invitation, now she had completely forgotten about it.

Why bother with love? Isn’t it more interesting to focus on your career?
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12 Grimmauld Place, Blake's old house.

A deep, cave-like room surrounded by rough stone walls.

Most of the light came from a large fireplace at the far end of the room.

The smoke from the pipe filled the air like gunpowder on a battlefield. The heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the dark ceiling looked hideous and terrifying in the smoke.

On the long wooden table, parchment rolls, ink bottles, quills and several plates of sumptuous food were scattered around.

Lupin and Sirius sat opposite each other, staring at the stove in a daze.

Hey!
Sirius moved his chair because he hadn't changed his posture for too long.

He coughed awkwardly, "It seems that I guessed wrong."

At the Black family's party three days ago, Narcissa, Andromeda's family, he and Lupin had dinner in this room.

He noticed that Andromeda's daughter, Tonks, had secretly watched Lupin many times.

Lupin also secretly looked at Tonks.

So, while Andromeda and her husband Ted were chatting with Narcissa, he invited Tonks.

The excuse was that Lupin was about to teach at Hogwarts, and he wanted to learn about the latest situation at Hogwarts from her who had just graduated a few years ago.

The time was today. Tonks' attitude was ambiguous, but she was clearly tempted to agree.

So, he assured Lupin yesterday, "Tonks is also interested in you. She will definitely show up at the lunch party tomorrow."

As a result, until now.

1:30pm.

There was no sign of Tonks.

He didn't even write a letter saying that he couldn't come today because of something.

"That's normal. She's an Auror. Maybe she was investigating my identity these past two days and discovered that I'm a werewolf."

"She might not mind being friends with a werewolf. But no one wants to be a lover." Lupin sighed.

Perhaps he should focus all his attention on preparing the lesson plan for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Remus." Sirius didn't know how to comfort him.

Then, there was a loud crackling sound, and the sounds of scuffling and screaming filled the once silent room.

Sirius looked closely and saw two house-elves rolling on the floor in the middle of the ward.
One was wearing an old pillowcase with holes cut into it for the arms and legs.

The other had a dirty rag wrapped around his buttocks.

"Dobby? Kreacher?" Sirius asked in surprise.

After returning from prison, he was surprised to find that Kreacher was still alive.

But it was mad and doing the bidding of the portrait of Sirius's equally mad mother.

Ignore him completely. Even when I have to communicate, I always call him an unfilial son and a bastard.

Because of the death of Lucius Malfoy, he and Narcissa reconciled.

During a dinner party at the Black family's house, they were surprised to find that in front of Narcissa, the old man was sober, able to prepare delicious food, and kept the house very clean. Miss Sissi was the only one he talked about.

And Narcissa's family just happened to have a crazy elf named Dobby, who wanted the so-called freedom and was unwilling to work for a family like the Malfoy family.

But this Dobby was normal again when facing him, just like Kreacher facing Narcissa, saying that he was a hero, a hero who sacrificed for the great Harry Potter.

So, he and Narcissa exchanged elves.

He thought he would never see Kreacher again in his life, but he saw it again today, and it even fought with Dobby.

"Despicable Kreacher! How dare he steal Sirius's property! And insult him!" Dobby's protruding green eyes were filled with anger.

"That's not the property of an unfilial son! Kreacher can say whatever he wants to his former master, that's right. What former master? The young master was a disgusting, ungrateful bastard who broke his mother's heart--" Kreacher's big fleshy nose twitched like a pig's nose. Then he lamented, "Oh, my poor mistress, oh, it's so shameful, a werewolf, a half-blood, poor old Kreacher, what can he do? If she knew, if she knew what kind of scum the young master brought into her home, what would she say to old Kreacher?"

They did not hear what Kreacher's mistress was going to say, for then Dobby rammed his knobby little fist into Kreacher's mouth and knocked out half of his teeth.

Sirius and Lupin stood up together.

The two elves were pulled apart, but they were still trying to kick and hit each other.

Sirius was a little impatient, "Stop it, you two! I forbid you to fight again!"

Dobby looked up with his wrinkled little face, "Dobby is willing to follow the orders of a great hero!"

Sirius facepalmed, "I'm not a hero!"

Kreacher reluctantly lowered his clenched fists, "Master is no longer Kreacher's master. But Miss Sissi ordered me to follow the orders of the prodigal."

Lupin looked at Kreacher's bruised face and asked gently, "Are you okay?"

Kreacher gasped, as if he had seen something dirty, and turned his head quickly, "Kreacher doesn't talk to dirty beasts."

Lupin was not angry. Filthy beast was already a more polite name for him.

But Sirius was very angry, "Shut up! Kreacher! You dirty, old, stupid elf! Tell me, what did you take!"

Sirius actually didn't care about the so-called property of the Black family.

If Lupin hadn't advised him to be frugal, he would have thrown away the valuable garbage long ago.

Kreacher's eyes, which had always been full of contempt, suddenly closed, and he began to tremble and sway.

He hissed, "Gold Locket."

Looking at Kreacher's painful expression, Sirius raised the corner of his mouth, "Oh, what is its origin."

He had long wanted to teach this crazy elf a lesson, and this was clearly a good opportunity.

Lupin wanted to stop him, but Sirius stopped him with a look.

There was a moment of silence, and Kreacher shook his head, "Kreacher has been given orders not to speak."

Sirius' eyes were filled with more joy, "Me too? Your Miss Sissi, your current master has said that you must listen to me. And I am now the heir of the Black family. I am also your former master."

Kreacher gasped for breath, his shriveled chest rising and falling dramatically, then he opened his eyes and let out a blood-curdling scream.

"That is Master Regulus' locket. Kreacher made a mistake. Kreacher failed to carry out the Master's orders!"

The next second, Kreacher rushed to the poker standing by the stove.

Sirius anticipated Kreacher's move, "Dobby, stop it!"

Dobby held down Kreacher, who cried feebly.

The smile on Sirius's face disappeared, and his face turned pale, "Kreacher, I order you not to move!"

Kreacher lay stretched out on the cold stone floor, tears streaming from his sunken eye sockets.

Sirius swallowed and said in a hoarse voice, "The young master you are talking about, is it Regulus?"

"Yes!" cried the elf, tears streaming down his long nose into his wide-open mouth, revealing a mouthful of grey teeth. "The locket belongs to Master Regulus!"

"You said the locket was 'Master Regulus's'," Sirius clenched his fists. "Why? Where did it come from? What did Regulus have to do with it? Did it kill him? Kreacher, sit up and tell me everything you know about the locket and Regulus's connection to it!"

The elf sat up, curled up into a ball, put his wet face between his knees, and began to rock back and forth.

When he spoke, his voice was low and muffled, but it was clear enough in the quiet, echoing kitchen.

"Master Sirius ran away, and it was good that he left, because he was a bad boy, and his unruly behavior broke my mistress's heart. But Master Regulus had self-esteem, and he knew what the Black surname and his pure blood meant. For many years he often talked about the Dark Lord, who wanted wizards to no longer have to hide, but to come out and rule over Muggles and their descendants... When Master Regulus was sixteen, he joined the Dark Lord's organization. He was so proud, so proud, so happy to be able to serve..."

"A year later, one day, Master Regulus came to visit Kreacher in the kitchen. Master Regulus has always liked Kreacher. Master Regulus said...he said..." The old elf shook faster.

"...He said the Dark Lord wanted an elf."

"Voldemort wants an elf?" Sirius and Lupin looked at each other, confusion written all over their eyes.

How could Voldemort ask for a mere house-elf from his loyal heir of the Black family?

"Oh, yes," said Kreacher bitterly. "Master Regulus offered Kreacher. It was an honour, Master Regulus said, an honour for himself and Kreacher. Kreacher must do whatever the Dark Lord asked of him... and then return--home."

Kreacher rocked faster, his breathing turning into sobs.

"So Kreacher came to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord did not tell Kreacher what to do, but took Kreacher to a cave by the sea. It was a big cave with a big black lake in it..."

The hair on the back of Sirius' neck stood up and his eyes began to moisten.

He had already guessed that this was where Regulus died.

Kreacher's hoarse voice seemed to come from the black water.

He saw the scene as if he were experiencing it himself.

"...there is a boat..."

"There was a s-stone basin on the island, filled with potion. The D-Dark Lord made Kreacher drink it..."

The elf trembled all over.

"Kreacher drank it, and saw many horrible things while he was drinking it...Kreacher's internal organs were on fire...Kreacher called out to Master Regulus to save him, and to his mistress, but the Dark Lord just laughed...He forced Kreacher to drink the potion...He dropped a locket into the empty basin...and filled the basin with potion again."

"Then the Dark Lord boarded his ship and left, leaving Kreacher on the island..."

Sirius seemed to be able to see the scene.

He saw Voldemort's pale, snake-like face disappear into the darkness, his red eyes fixed grimly on the writhing elf.

The elf would be dead in a few minutes, but he couldn't imagine how that had anything to do with Regulus's death.

"Kreacher needed water, so he crawled to the edge of the island to drink the water from the Black Lake... many hands, dead hands, stretched out from the water and dragged Kreacher down..."

"You escaped?" Sirius asked, not surprised to hear his own voice as little more than a whisper.

Kreacher raised his ugly head and looked at Sirius with his huge bloodshot eyes.

"Master Regulus said he wanted Kreacher to come home," he said.

Sirius began to lose control of his anger. "Because of this? The escape of a lowly elf? Voldemort found out you were still alive and killed him? My foolish brother - Regulus?"

"Why do not you go to hell?"

(End of this chapter)