Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

In the life-size portrait, an old lady with sallow skin and a black hat is shouting insults at the top of her lungs.

Immediately afterwards, all the portraits in the hallway were awakened and let out deafening screams.

The little wizards were so frightened by their cries that they seemed to be losing their souls, and they quickly covered their ears with their hands.

Sirius, however, seemed to have heard nothing, and gave a stiff smile, and said to Ginny: "Could you please move aside, Miss Weasley?"

Ginny didn't react at all, but Ron reached out and pulled her over.

"Thank you."

Sirius nodded and walked upstairs with the coffin.

Regulus' bedroom is on the fifth floor.

In the hallway on the first floor, Lupin struggled to draw the curtains, and then cast stunning spells on the other portraits one by one.

Only then did Harry and the others put down their hands and come downstairs.

"Ved, you're finally here."

Michael, looking dusty, raised his hand to greet them, and said with dull eyes, "You should have seen how much work we did this morning!"

Lupin said helplessly: "Like I said, this place is not habitable for the time being."

Several young wizards showed regret on their faces, but they were too embarrassed to say, "You're right, let's stop working and go to your house."

"I thought it was just a matter of casting a few more cleansing spells..." Michael muttered, "We are very familiar with this spell."

"But this house is resisting our magic...it seems unwilling to be cleaned. Cleaning spells are almost useless. Only ordinary cleaning methods can be used." Hermione hesitated to tell her discovery.

"Because there is a very annoying house-elf in this house." George also said: "I know how much trouble this kind of thing can cause you if it is not obedient."

"Why doesn't Mr. Black just let him go?" Percy asked in confusion. "It's better to have no house elves like this."

"Sirius said...Regulus once liked that guy named Kreacher very much..." Harry said hesitantly.

While they were talking, the protagonist of the topic appeared.

It was a house-elf with wrinkled skin and white hair in his ears. He was very old and skinny, with a dirty rag tied around his waist, and his light eyes looked a little gray.

"Um... Vader, this is Kreacher..."

Harry said in a tone of "I don't know if I should introduce myself".

"Another little brat has come...to make the mistress angry."

Kreacher muttered to himself in a hoarse and low voice: "Disgusting scum, ruining the mistress's house like goblins..."

"Shut up, Kreacher!" Harry shouted.

Kreacher paused, bowed and said, "It's my young master. Kreacher greets you."

Then he muttered, "It was the brat that the prodigal brought back. It is said that he defeated the Dark Lord, but Kreacher didn't realize he had such great ability..."

Harry looked a little embarrassed, and hurriedly shook his hands to explain to the others: "He is very old, his mind is not very clear, and he likes to talk nonsense. Sirius said, let him go, he won't live long anyway..."

"Hello, Kreacher." Wade squatted down, looked at the dirty house-elf, and asked, "Didn't anyone tell you why so many of us came here?"

Kreacher seemed not to hear him, or perhaps he was unwilling to pay attention to him, and continued to mutter to himself in a daze:

"Kreacher served the noble Black family all his life, but he didn't want to serve the prodigal son... The mistress hated him so much, everything about him disappointed her..."

Vader also ignored Kreacher's words and said directly: "We are here for Regulus Black's funeral."

Chapter 200 Kreacher and Regulus

Kreacher's muttering stopped.

His light-colored eyes bulged like bullfrogs as he stared at Wade and asked in a very soft voice, "Master Regulus's...funeral?"

He seemed to doubt what he heard.

"Hey, this guy can hear it all the time!" said Ron angrily.

During this half day they had to clean the room with difficulty while enduring Kreacher's insults. Ron cursed at him a few times, but the other party ignored him completely.

Ron barely refrained from beating the house-elf up when Hermione said he was confused and didn't know what he was talking about.

The two people in the center of his sight paid no attention to his words.

Vader did so much, not to be an unknown hero at this time. He simply said:

"Not long ago, we found the body of Mr. Regulus Black in a cave, along with a locket and a note he had left for someone."

"We know that he made a great sacrifice in the fight against Voldemort, so Sirius decided that he should have a proper funeral. That's why he came back here to clean up the house, and that's why we came to help."

Kreacher opened his mouth in shock, but the locket and note that Vader mentioned made Kreacher believe him immediately.

His body was shaking and trembling, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Then... Master Regulus... he is now..."

"Sirius just took him to the bedroom." Wade said, "If you came out earlier, you could see them..."

Before he finished his words, there was a loud bang in the room, and Kreacher disappeared from Wade's sight.

Everyone knew that he must be going upstairs to greet his long-lost master.

Vader stood up and everyone stared at him in amazement.

"The house-elves have a wonderful connection with the house. As long as he understands the purpose of doing this and no longer hates and rejects us, the cleaning work will become easy."

"And even though he's very old, what he can do is extraordinary. Don't think of him as just another old man," Vader explained.

"Uh..." Theo looked at the person next to him and asked, "Wade, how do you know he will definitely cooperate in the future?"

Wade raised his eyebrows: "Didn't Harry say that? Regulus loved him very much when he was alive... The feelings of house elves are very pure. He must have loved Regulus very much as well, and was even willing to do anything for him."

The room fell silent for a moment.

For example, Percy was still standing on the stairs to the second floor, but he inexplicably felt that he needed to look up at the second-year student at the entrance of the hall.

"Well... I want to ask..." Wade looked at everyone and said strangely: "Why didn't you tell Kreacher the purpose of our coming here?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"He started cursing as soon as he showed up, so..."

"I was too busy arguing with him!"

"I thought he was hard of hearing and couldn't hear clearly..."

"There's no need to repeat things that everyone knows, right?"

"Funerals and the like, it's kind of sad to think about them..."

"It's busy enough to do so much work..."

Everyone explained at once, trying to prove that they were not that stupid, but just didn't have the time at the moment.

Then they all looked at Lupin.

——It's fine for all of us. You and Sirius have been here for so long, haven't you said anything?

Lupin smiled bitterly, and an inexplicable force prompted him to explain:

"I think... mentioning these things will increase Sirius' pain, so..."

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry came from upstairs. Even though it came through the winding corridor, it was still heartbreaking.

Lupin paused and said, "I'll go up and take a look..."

"I'm going too!" Harry said hurriedly.

Lupin hesitated: "Okay... Vader, you come too, okay?"

"Of course," Vader said without hesitation.

Lupin looked at the others.

"Don't worry about what to do to us." Fred offered, "Just go ahead... We just need to take a break."

"Well, there's butterbeer in the kitchen, help yourself to some."

Lupin finished hurriedly, and the three of them went upstairs.

Lupin and the other two quickly walked up the creaking stairs. Wade didn't have time to look at the dim portrait on the wall, but he couldn't ignore the head of the house-elf hanging next to it.

Soon they reached the fifth floor and could hear the sound of Kreacher banging his head against the floor from a distance.

"Kreacher failed to carry out Master Regulus's orders... Kreacher was unable to destroy the locket..."

He hit the ground, crying loudly, and apologized to his dead young master in an indistinct voice.

"Stop, Kreacher," said Sirius in a remarkably calm voice. "Tell me everything! How Regulus died, what orders he gave you! And what about the locket!"

The door was not closed. When Wade and the others walked to the door, they saw a black coffin placed in the dimly lit bedroom.

Sirius sat on the ground, his back leaning against the coffin. His expression could not be seen in the darkness, only that his eyes seemed to emit a faint light.

Kreacher fell to the ground and cried bitterly. Then, driven by the order, he gasped for breath and narrated the whole incident in great pain.

Regulus, who was proud of his pure blood, joined the Death Eaters at the age of 16. A year later, because the Dark Lord needed a house-elf, he contributed Kreacher.

He probably thought the Dark Lord just needed a servant to command, and that this was an honor.

But the Dark Lord took Kreacher to the cave, ordered him to drink the potion, and watched him being dragged into the water by the Inferi to test the protection of the Horcruxes.

But he didn't expect Kreacher to go back. Because when he left home, Regulus told him to go home after completing the task, so he Apparated back home.

Voldemort overlooked the fact that the magic of house-elves was different from that of wizards, and his anti-Apparition spell had no effect on Kreacher.

After Regulus learned what happened, he was very worried and asked Kreacher to hide and not leave the house. After a while, he asked Kreacher to take him to the cave.

But this time, he drank the poison himself.

He ordered Kreacher to leave him alone and not to tell his mother what he had done, but to destroy the locket. However, the locket was enchanted with such a powerful magic that Kreacher was unable to complete his master's last command.

The house elf finished speaking and fell to the ground crying, his face covered with tears and snot. Sirius sat in front of him and didn't say a word for a long time.

Vader nudged Harry.

Harry, who was so shocked by the story that he was speechless, staggered and took several steps to steady himself.