From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 241 Kreacher

"This living environment is not good... Sirius, you should be friendlier to this house-elf who has served the Black family for many years."

Happy times always ended in the blink of an eye. When the children couldn't help yawning, Mrs. Weasley sent them all back to bed.

Thanks to Sirius and Harry, everyone who planned to stay overnight at the Black mansion could sleep in a clean bed.

Dumbledore and Ivy, who were sitting still at the dining table, looked at each other and immediately understood each other's meaning.

So, under the leadership of Sirius, the three of them went to the small door next to the kitchen. That was Kreacher's bedroom, which now became the place where Sirius dealt with various black magic props that could not be discarded casually.

"If you knew what he called us, you wouldn't say that." Sirius obviously sneered at Dumbledore's words, "So, what are we looking for here?"

"That is not certain," said Dumbledore quietly, scanning the room with his blue eyes.

"We should ask Kreacher," Ivy suggested. "He's lived here all his life."

Sirius frowned deeply, he didn't understand what these two people were looking for in the garbage dump.

"You're right, Ivy." Dumbledore nodded in agreement with Ivy's suggestion and looked at a house-elf with its butt facing them.

Kreacher was already very old, his skin loose and forming all kinds of ugly wrinkles on his body. His forehead, which was not covered by hair, was the only relatively smooth part. His eyes were already cloudy, making it hard to tell whether he could still see the road ahead clearly.

"Kreacher." Dumbledore called the house-elf's name politely, "Would you mind answering a few questions for me?"

Kreacher had no intention of turning around, but the words that came out of his mouth were loud enough for everyone to hear: "It's not enough that the disgusting old prodigal brought his little bastard to wreak havoc on my mistress's house, but he actually let an old fool step in here. Oh, my poor mistress, if she knew what kind of scum he brought into her house, what would she say to old Kreacher."

"I order you to turn around! Kreacher!" Sirius ordered loudly. Kreacher's non-cooperation obviously made him embarrassed. "You must answer Dumbledore's next question without any reservations!"

Although Kreacher tried his best to look panicked, he was still seen through by everyone. He bowed to Dumbledore in fear and said, "Kreacher didn't know the master came in."

Then he straightened up, rolled his grey eyes over Dumbledore's white beard, and said in a very low but very clear voice: "A tiresome old fool."

Dumbledore seemed to think he had told a joke, for his white beard twitched with amusement.

Kreacher was obviously not expecting Dumbledore's reaction and was surprised, so he looked in Ivy's direction again.

Ivy could feel that Kreacher's eyes lingered on the Slytherin snake emblem on his robes for a long time.

In the end he said nothing and turned his eyes back to the ground.

"I knew Slytherins always get preferential treatment in this room!" Sirius clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. "I want you to answer the questions of the two people in front of you without reservation. Do you understand? Kreacher!"

"Kreacher will obey his master's orders." Kreacher did not raise his head, but Sirius did not mind. "Disgusting old loser." Kreacher said softly again.

No one was prepared to continue dealing with this old stubborn person, otherwise the conversation would go on endlessly.

"I would like to ask you, Kreacher, does Regulus Arcturus Black often use 'RAB' to refer to himself?" Dumbledore asked in a friendly manner.

However, his question made both Kreacher and Sirius' eyes widen.

"I can answer that question for you, Dumbledore!" said Sirius. "His textbooks are full of these abbreviated signatures... But why are you asking this? Could it be related to Voldemort? I know he is a Death Eater, but he is also a coward... From what I know, he has been killed by Voldemort or his Death Eaters just because he wanted to quit."

"Master Regulus is not a coward! You damn prodigal!" Kreacher cried and rushed towards Sirius, kicking and hitting him with his hands and feet.

"What... I ordered you to stand still!" Sirius kicked Kreacher aside and took out his wand from his arms.

Kreacher got up from the ground and stood up straight, but tears continued to flow from his gray eyes.

"If our speculation is correct, I'm afraid Regulus is not the 'cowardly fool' you think he is..." Dumbledore pressed the wand in Sirius' hand, "On the contrary, he is a very brave wizard."

"What on earth does this mean, you've got me confused!" Sirius shouted angrily.

“He gave his life to fight Voldemort and help us find the final piece of the puzzle.” Ivy added simply, “He’s a hero.”

"That's right. He hid something that is extremely important to Voldemort. I think the most likely place is the Black House." Dumbledore took out the locket forged by Regulus. "It is not much different from the one I have, but it is more exquisite. It is a relic of Slytherin and also a relic of Voldemort's mother."

"Kreacher... remember!" The house-elf's body trembled, "That was given to Kreacher by Master Regulus himself! The master ordered Kreacher to destroy it! But Kreacher couldn't do it! Kreacher tried everything, but couldn't complete Master Regulus's final order!"

Dumbledore and Ivy both had smiles on their faces.

"I can do it," Ivy whispered to comfort Kreacher, "I'm an expert in dealing with dark magic items. You just need to give it to me..."

Kreacher lowered his head again, looking uncooperative.

"Regulus' body was also properly preserved by Ivy," Dumbledore also said, "I believe you don't want to see Regulus' body stay in that dark and cold lake forever..."

"Who can tell me what is going on? Tell me everything clearly and in detail?" Amid Sirius's eager cry to know everything, Kreacher handed over the locket he had kept.

　Wow...it's the next day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)