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

"Then... after a while... one night, Master Regulus came to the cupboard and found Kreacher. Master Regulus looked strange, not like his usual self, and Kreacher could see that he was in a state of confusion... The Master asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, the same cave that Kreacher had been to with the Dark Lord..."

So they set off, Sirius's lips trembling and turning pale.

He could clearly imagine how courageous it must have been for his timid brother, who worshipped Voldemort, to go to the cave with an elf.

But no one knew about Regulus' sacrifice.

He disappeared without a sound.

Sirius had always believed that his stupid brother was killed at Voldemort's behest. Because Regulus was not so important that Voldemort had to kill him personally. It was more likely that he wanted to quit because he was afraid of what others wanted him to do. And then he died.

His foolish parents didn't know either. They believed until their death that their son was a complete Death Eater, a son they thought was worth boasting about.

Even Voldemort didn't know that he had an insignificant follower who dared to rebel against him. Because Kreacher was alive, and Voldemort didn't target the Black family after Regulus disappeared, so Regulus didn't just run into Voldemort when he went to the cave and died.

Sirius looked at the crying Kreacher with a complicated expression. Before this, he had never regarded Kreacher as a creature with the same sensitive emotions as humans. He regarded Kreacher more as the embodiment of the old Black, something he hated and ignored, a servant who was not worth mentioning.

He suddenly realized that he might really be wrong, just like Harry said.

The dark Slytherins have their share of great heroes, and the glorious Gryffindors have their share of nasty traitors.

He was not brave, not nearly as brave as Regulus.

He simply rebelled, ran away from home and neglected all his responsibilities.

And Regulus hid everything, including his change of mind.

The old idea of ​​keeping Kreacher and the Black scum pure-blood - for safety's sake.

Sirius wiped his tears and lowered his head to ask, "Did he drink that potion? The potion that makes people hallucinate and their internal organs seem to be on fire? And then...he was poisoned and died?"

Kreacher nodded, bursting into tears.

"Master Re-Regulus pulled a locket out of his pocket, just like the Dark Lord's," said Kreacher, tears streaming down both sides of his long nose. "He told Kreacher to hold it, and when the basin was dry, to replace the locket..."

Kreacher's sobs became heavy and shrill, and Sirius and the others had to concentrate fully to understand what he said.

"He ordered - Kreacher to go - leave him alone. He told Kreacher - to go home - not to say anything to the mistress - what he had done - but to destroy - the first locket. Then He drank it—drank the potion—Kreacher replaced the locket—and watched... Master Regulus... being dragged underwater... and then..."

Sirius fell to his knees, hammering his hands on the ground, "I am such an idiot! I should have been the one chosen to be a Death Eater! I should have stood in front of him and protected him from the wind and rain!"

Tears fell like raindrops on the green carpet.

Lupin's eyes were slightly red and he put his arm around Sirius' shoulders.

"Oh, Kreacher!" Dobby wailed. He cried and knelt beside Kreacher, trying to hug him.

Kreacher immediately stood up and backed away, with obvious disgust, "Kreacher doesn't get close to freaks who want wages."

"The freak touched Kreacher, and Kreacher didn't allow it. What would the mistress say?"

Sirius took a deep breath, "That's enough, Kreacher! Don't mention that crazy woman! It was her ideas that killed Regulus, don't you understand?"

He struggled to stand up from Lupin's arms, looking at Kreacher who looked unconvinced, and felt strangely softened in his heart, "Okay. She's not a crazy woman."

"So, you took the locket home," he continued, determined to know the whole story, "and tried to destroy it?"

"Kreacher couldn't make a mark on it," said the elf sadly. "Kreacher tried everything, everything, but not one, not one succeeded..."

"There are so many powerful spells on the box. Kreacher believes that it can only be destroyed from the inside, but it can't be opened..."

"Kreacher punished himself, tried again, punished himself again, tried again. Kreacher failed to carry out the order, Kreacher could not destroy the locket!"

"The mistress is mad with grief, because Master Regulus is missing, and Kreacher can't tell her what happened, not because Master Regulus forbids—forbids him from speaking to the family—the family— What happened in the cave..."

Kreacher burst into tears.

"I'll do it! I'll destroy it for Regulus! Where is it?" Sirius clenched his wand, his fingertips turned white, and he couldn't wait to look around, "It's still at Black's house. Dobby mistakenly thought you were going to take it away, but actually you wanted to destroy it."

Crack!

Kreacher's fallen body suddenly appeared opposite the food room, in front of a dark door in the corner.

He couldn't wait to stretch out his injured finger, "Here~"

The door suddenly opened, magically activated by the elf.

It was a cupboard.

Sirius had never been here before.

Most of the cabinet was taken up by a large old boiler, but in the space about a foot wide under the pipes, Kreacher had made a nest for himself. Various rags and smelly old blankets were piled on the ground, and a small sunken area in the middle was where Kreacher curled up to sleep every night.

Bread crumbs and moldy cheese were scattered everywhere.

In the inner corner there were some shiny trinkets and coins and some silver picture frames with broken glass.

"They're here?" Sirius was confused. He thought he had thrown them away long ago.

However, he felt like vomiting again.

There was a picture frame, clearly Kreacher's favorite, placed in the front, with the glass clumsily taped up with magic tape.

And there was a person inside looking at him arrogantly, with dark skin and swollen eyelids, his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange, who was as crazy as his mother.

"You idiot, putting Bella's picture next to Regulus's stuff? That's so ironic, for both of them." Sirius sighed.

He felt like he was going to vent all the anger he had accumulated in his life.

The old blanket had been moved by Kreacher's elven magic, revealing what was hidden underneath.

A locket.

The locket was gleaming gold, and was inlaid with equally gleaming emeralds, forming a snake-shaped 's'.

"By the way, Kreacher." Sirius turned his head, "Do you mind if I destroy these things of yours at the same time as I destroy it?"

Kreacher shook his head without hesitation, "Kreacher doesn't mind!"

He didn't mind even if it contained his favorite photos and Black family treasures.

"Okay! Lupin, I'll teach you a good spell to deal with dark magic props - Fiendfyre! There are few things that can resist it." Sirius licked his lips, "Except that it's difficult to control, it has no disadvantages. This is not really a disadvantage. A speeding Harley motorcycle is just as difficult to control."

"You'd better stop." Lupin stopped Sirius, "We need to find out what it is."

"This way Regulus' sacrifice will be worthwhile."

Sirius frowned. "Looking for Dumbledore? He is said to have gone to France with that handsome boy named Badger Granger. To Nick Flamel."

Lupin: "Isn't this better? For Nicolas Flamel, who has lived for more than 6 years, there will be things he doesn't recognize? Moreover, this is obviously an old thing, maybe it is from the same era as him."

Sirius: "Okay."

Kreacher: "Kreacher knows that black sheep are unreliable. Mistress! Kreacher is really old, and his thinking is so slow that he would believe in the bastard who betrayed his family!"

Sirius didn't care about Kreacher's slander. Just as he regarded Harry as the continuation of James, he now regarded Kreacher as the continuation of Regulus.

He stroked his chin, "So we're going to France?"

"No need." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in their ears.

With a cooing sound, a moon-white snowy owl appeared in the air.

Along with a strange and echoing sound of water flowing out, a gray ripple emerged from the air.

It gradually spread and formed a gate of light.

Three figures walked out.

"Bageel?" Sirius recognized the leader at once.

His golden hair was like the sun illuminating the dim boiler room, and the snowy owl flew affectionately to his shoulder.

"Is this Fanta? How come its fur color has changed after not seeing it for a few days?" Sirius rubbed his eyes and looked at the two people beside Bagel.

Both of them are tall and thin.

A man with silver hair and grey eyes, wearing a simple white robe.

A man with reddish-brown hair, blue eyes, familiar half-moon glasses, and a twisted nose that had been broken at least three times. The robe he was wearing was brightly colored and embroidered with eye-catching sunflowers.

"Dumbledore?" Sirius asked tentatively.

No one else could be dressed like this except Albus Dumbledore.

"I am glad that you recognized me," said Dumbledore gently.

"Who are you?" Lupin looked at the young man with silver hair and grey eyes, smiling but with no emotion in his eyes.

The young man shrugged, "I am Nick Flamel. The man who knows everything in your eyes."

It all started 30 minutes ago.

Bagel deliberately sent all the prisoners to Tonks's compartment.

Tonks is the Mystique of the wizarding world. With her, you have all the beauties.

Baqir was very interested in her.

As he stroked his chin and pondered how he might run into Tonks, he thought of Lupin.

Then I discovered this interesting scene at the Blake mansion.

So he went to Dumbledore and Flamel.

"I found a very interesting dream, do you want to see it?"

And the way to watch it is by taking them into an eternal dream platform.

He did not become the Fanta card of Mengxiao.

In Bagir's hands, the dream walking technique has long surpassed its original appearance.

Relying on the wizard's magic that can continuously output lasting existence, the vast emotional energy, Michael and the Murder House as energy wells, and the fairy tale magic 'Make a Wish'.

A process that would take thousands of years to complete is being ignored.

[Dream fragments] piled up one by one, with stars dotted in the dark "sea water", and a sun that shines forever appeared.

And in this sun, Bagel reflected everything that happened in the Black mansion.

Just now, when Sirius said he was going to France, Bagel summoned Fenda and led Dumbledore and Flamel to appear in front of Sirius and the others in a more ceremonial manner.

-

"What is this?" Sirius asked nervously. He was worried that this thing was not precious, and if so, his brother would look like a joke.

Flamel looked at the locket's appearance. "This is Slytherin's legacy. The Sphinx Gaunt once showed it off to me. When I was 156 years old."

Dumbledore was looking at the essence of the locket, the sacred magnetic field replacing hands, feet and eyes touching its surface.

Soon, he smiled.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 140 Horcruxes with many side effects

"Basil, that interesting dream you mentioned must be his, right?" Dumbledore said in an extremely relaxed tone, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

Tom got another Horcrux, and he got it so easily.

He seemed to see Tom's bald head on his desk next year.

"Him? This locket is alive?" Sirius, who was most concerned about the locket at the moment, was the first to notice something wrong in Dumbledore's words.

Dumbledore was silent, and Flamel chuckled, "Isn't it just a Horcrux?"

"There's nothing to hide. Your sister is right. You are indeed a riddle man."

Lupin pricked up his ears. Sister? He had never heard that Dumbledore had a sister, a beloved sister?

"Horcruxes?" Sirius repeated, a smile beginning to form on his face.

Horcruxes are objects created by dark wizards to store soul fragments in order to make themselves immortal.

An object that contains part of a person's soul.

That is to say, split your soul and hide one part in an object outside the body.

In this way, even if the body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die because part of the soul remains in the world, unharmed.

"So," Sirius's smile became even crazier, "this is the secret that allowed that bastard to remain immortal!"

Basil looked at Sirius sympathetically. There had never been a record of having multiple Horcruxes at the same time in the past few centuries, and no one had ever thought that it was possible. So Sirius seemed to think that this locket was Voldemort's only Horcrux.

"Great! Great! Your sacrifice is not in vain." Sirius was delighted.