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

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 is 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 and filthy bastard who broke his mother's heart--" Kreacher's big fleshy nose, which was as fleshy as a pig's nose, twitched.

Then he lamented, "Oh, my poor mistress, oh, what a shame, werewolf, half-blood bastard, poor old Kreacher, what can he do? If she knew what kind of scum the young master brought into her house, 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)

Chapter 139 Three People Suddenly Appear

Sirius was not surprised that Kreacher was able to escape.

Because Kreacher is a house-elf.

A magical creature that is short, has thin arms and legs, a big head and big eyes, large pointed ears like a bat, and a very shrill voice.

They have their own magic. Although they appear to be very weak, their magic power is very powerful.

Can easily cast spells without a wand, and can teleport to places where wizards cannot Apparate.

Voldemort looked down on even Muggles, let alone elves who regarded wizards' orders as the highest law and were as lowly as the elves in the dirt. He would never think that elves might have magic that he did not have.

All Sirius wanted now was for the little monster in front of him to pay for his brother's life.

Kreacher's eyes trembled and his slender hands reached for his neck.

Sirius Black watched the scene with a smug grin.

House-elves are servants of wizards, usually found in ancient wizard families living in exquisite residences such as manors. They must obey all the requests of their masters, that is, family members, including dying.

Even though he was only Kreacher's former master.

But in Kreacher's mind, he was still serving the Black family.

The only difference is that the prodigal son was replaced by Miss Sissi.

Therefore, Kreacher had no choice but to obey his orders.

[Petrochemical]

Lupin pulled out his wand just in time, and a beam of blue light hit Kreacher.

He looked at Sirius, "Are you crazy? This is a life. And if you really think so, how come Kreacher is still alive? Shouldn't he have been killed by Voldemort?"

Faced with Lupin's admonition, Sirius's intelligence once again took the upper hand.

He panted and calmed down slightly, "Kreacher, don't kill yourself, keep talking."

With a wave of his wand, another flash of blue light appeared, and Kreacher regained control of his body.

Kreacher sobbed again, "Master Regulus is very worried, very worried."

Kreacher hissed, "Regulus told Kreacher to hide and not leave the house."