Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Tell me, what did my brother do? ”

Sirius throws Criche on the ground like a dirty rag.

Cliche sat up and curled up, clamping his damp face between his knees and starting to rock back and forth. When he spoke, his voice was low and dull, but he heard quite clearly in the quiet, echoing kitchen.

“That was fifteen years ago. Unlike Master Sirius, who ran away from home, disobeyed the rules and broke the heart of his mistress, Master Regulus had pride in knowing what the name Black meant by his pure blood. For many years, he has talked about the Dark Lord, who wants the wizards to come out of hiding and rule over the descendants of Muggles and Muggles.” Criche cried, “When Master Regulus was sixteen, he joined the Dark Lord's organization...”

“Be a Death Eater and be proud of it!” Sirius doesn't give a shit, "he said, sounding like that fool. He had no idea what he was doing. ”

“Master Regulus knows!” Cliche argued, "He was so proud, so proud, so happy, because he was able to serve..."

“Let's get to the point, Cliche, I don't want to hear what my stupid little brother feels like when he's a Death Eater!” Sirius brutally interrupted the path, and the blues on his forehead burst.

The last time he looked at Peter Pettigrew.

Criche looked at Sirius scared, his head shaking faster, and he said intermittently, “A year later, one day, Young Master Regulus came to visit Criche in the kitchen. Young Master Regulus has always liked Criche, he said... he said...”

“What did he say?” Everyone is watching this old family elf.

“He said the Dark Lord needed a home to keep the elves. ”

“Voldemort needs a little elf in the family?” Sirius repeats, Harry and Hermione are equally confused, which sounds obviously ridiculous.

How could a powerful Voldemort possibly need a little elf in his home? No one understands. Only Ivan alone knows what's going on.

“Oh, yes!” It is a privilege for Young Master Regulus to contribute, "said Criche painfully," to himself and to Criche, as Young Master Regulus said. Criche has to do everything the Dark Lord wants him to do, then go back home. ”

Criche rocks faster, even breathing turns into crying.

“So Cleeche went to the Dark Lord, who did not tell Cleeche what to do, but took Cleeche to a cave by the sea. It's a big rock hole with a big black lake in it..."

Sirius did not speak, and Ivan, Harry and Hermione sighed and listened to Cliché.

In the shady basement, the noise of Criche's dullness was particularly horrific, seemingly coming from that black surface, causing the sweat on people to stand uncontrollably up.

“There was a boat next to the Great Lakes, and the lake was full of corpses, and there was a stone and stone basin on the island in the center of the lake, and it was filled with magic, and the Black and Dark Lord let Cleeche drink it...” Cleeche's voice was trembling, "Cleeche drank it and saw a lot of horrible sights as he drank it, and Cleeche's five dirty sixes were on fire, and Cleeche cried out for Master Regulus to save him and call out the name of his mistress, but the Dark King only laughed, and he forced Cleeche to drink all the magic. He threw a pendant box into the empty basin and filled it with magic. ”

“And then what? ”

“Then the Black Demon King boarded the boat and left Criche on the island...”

Evan seemed to be able to see that scene, seeing Voldemort's pale snake face disappear into the dark, his red eyes staring coldly at the painfully rolling elves on the ground.

He probably thought the elf would die in a few minutes, when he couldn't resist the extreme thirst caused by the potion's heartburn.

But Cleecher escaped and Ivan didn't know how he did it.

“Cliché remembers what happened at the time, when Cliché needed water, and he climbed to the edge of the island to drink water from the Black Lake... many hands, dead hands, stretched out of the water and dragged Cliché down...”

“How did you escape?” Sirius whispered to him, rarely speaking loudly,

Criche lifted his ugly head and looked at Sirius with big, congested eyes, and he replied, "Young Master Regulus said he wanted Criche home. ”

“But?!” No one knows how Cliché got back, and Voldemort could never have let him leave alive.

“Young Master Regulus said he wanted Criche home.” Cliché repeats.

“I know, I mean how did you get rid of those...”

“Obviously, his phantom has shifted, and the magic of the Pokémon is different from the magic of the Wizard, which Voldemort probably neglected.” Ivan explains, "Or he never realized that, based on what he had done in the past, he was indifferent to raising elves at home and was unwilling to understand them at all. ”

“Young Master Regulus said he wanted Criche home.” I repeat, singing in a singing tone, “The supreme law for raising a fairy is the master's order. Cliché is a rules-based family fairy. The master calls Cliché home, and Cliché goes home...”

“What happened when you came back?” Sirius continues, "What did he say when you told Regulus about it? ”

“Young Master Regulus is very worried, very worried.” Criche hissed, "Regulus told Criche to hide and not leave the house. Then, after a while, one night, Master Regulus came to the cupboard and found Cliche. Young Master Regulus seemed strange, unlike the usual, Cliché could see that his heart was chaotic. Young Master asked Cliché to take him to the cave, the cave where Cliché and the Dark Lord had been....."

Ivan can imagine, by order of Regulus, that they set out, a frightened old elf with an 18-year-old very similar to Sirius, to go with Voldemort to hide the Horcrux.

Cliche's been there, and he knows how to get in.

“Regulus?!” Sirius sounded a little disgusted and asked coldly, “Did he make you drink those potions again? ”

Criche shook his head and cried silently.

Everyone looked at him surprised, and if Cleecher didn't drink those potions, they guessed what happened next.

“Ray, Master Regulus pulled a pendant box out of his pocket, just like this one from the Dark Lord.” Cleecher looked at the pendant box in his hand, tears streaming down his long nose, "he told Cleecher to hold it and when the stone basin was dry, change the pendant box...”

Criche's crying became bitter, and Ivan had to concentrate in order to understand what he was about to say.