Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Who can tell me how the house elf respects Maca so much?"

Harry looked at the others blankly, only to find that they all had an "I want to know too" expression, scratching their scalps in wonder.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came from the corner of the corridor on the first floor, followed by a familiar voice.

"...I think there is always a reason."

"Sirius?" Harry quickly turned his head and looked over there.

"Don't bother Kreacher, he's been alone for too long," Sirius said absently as he walked quickly, "...accepted some crazy orders from my mother's portrait, and spoke to himself. But he used to be a nasty little—"

"What if you set him free?" Hermione said hopefully, "maybe—"

"We can't let him be free. He knows too much about the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius said roughly, passing by the children. "Besides, he called you Mudblood, aren't you angry? "

"It's okay," Hermione whispered. "He has an abnormal brain and doesn't know he's talking about—"

"Don't deceive yourself, Hermione, he knows exactly what he's talking about." Fred said angrily.

At this moment, Sirius had already walked to the corner of the stairs, he suddenly turned back and dropped the last sentence.

"Anyway, just the shock will kill him-if you don't believe it, you can try to ask him to leave the house and see how he reacts."

Of course, Hermione, who is familiar with the history of magic, knows what this will do. For the house elves, it is tantamount to depriving them of the meaning of survival.

Compared with the elves of the ancient times, perhaps there is no difference in appearance between them, but their hearts are already two completely different creatures.

From the moment sensibility and reason began to struggle, Hermione was no longer the childish girl who had only "black" and "white" in her eyes.

"I'm so stupid!" Hermione took a deep breath and stomped her feet hard.

Harry and they both looked at her in surprise, but she just shook her head, and then went to the kitchen first.

"What's wrong with her?" Harry said strangely.

Ron shrugged blankly, pondering for a while before guessing: "Is Hermione really planning to find a way to free Kreacher?"

"Oh—" Harry nodded immediately, "With her character, it's really possible."

...

When Harry and the others went to the kitchen for breakfast, Sirius had already knocked on the door of the study.

"Please come in."

The door was opened and Sirius strode in and looked straight at Maca, as if to see something in his face.

"What's the matter?" Maca looked up from behind the pile of books on the desk, wondering.

Sirius was silent for a while, and then frowned, "Are you hiding something from me?"

The atmosphere became a little serious, and Lenny, who was lying on the other side of the sofa copying books, glanced curiously, and then quickly lowered her head.

"There are a lot of things hiding from you," Maca thought for a while, stood up and said, "Let's go! Change to a suitable place, let's have a good chat... Kreacher!"

Before the words were over, the space in the middle of the study was slightly distorted, and the elderly house elf appeared with his back hunched.

"My Excellency Mr. McLean, is there anything you call Old Kreacher?"

The loyal little elf of the Black family, with his back to Sirius, respected Maca very much.

"Kreacher! What is going on? Why are you—"

"I'm sorry, master..." Kreacher heard the voice, turned his head and bowed deeply, "Old Kreacher didn't see the master here..."

Although he said so, his expression was disgusting, as if he had seen something dirty.

"The young master is a nasty, ungrateful, nasty, and broke his mother's heart—" Kreacher muttered in a low voice again, as if he really thought that no one else could hear him.

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius said coldly. "She lives by resentment."

Kreacher bowed again at this time, observing the unique rules of the Black family that the house elves must bow when talking to their master.

"It doesn't matter what the master says," Kreacher muttered again angrily, "the master is not worthy to suck his mother's heel, oh my poor mistress, if--"

"Okay, Kreacher." Maca interrupted him and gestured towards the door, "Sirius, let's go to the living room on the second floor and talk..."

In this old house, only the living room and another room have not been moved.

Although Maca feels that it is not necessary to let Sirius know certain facts, it is meaningless to cover this kind of thing, and what he says can make Sirius less grudge against himself...

This is a long, high-ceilinged room on the second floor, with dirty tapestries hanging on the olive-green walls.

When they stepped their feet on the carpet, a small puff of dust was raised, and the long, yellow-green velvet curtains buzzed as if there were many invisible bees flying inside.

"The curtains are full of Hu Meizi, you can collect them as potions materials when you turn around." Maca smiled as he passed the curtains.

But Sirius didn't have the time to pay attention to such small jokes.

Maca didn't care either, he walked straight to the other side of the room and carefully examined the giant tapestry that covered the entire wall.

The tapestry looked very old and very old, and the color was already dim. It seemed that the fox had bitten several places.

However, the gold thread embroidered on it is still shining, and it is embroidered with a genealogical tree with luxuriant branches, with very detailed branches and leaves.

Embroidered on the top of the tapestry are a few large characters: The noble and oldest Black family is always pure.

Maca didn't say any more nonsense, he directly stretched out his hand and pointed to the name at the bottom: Regulus Black.

After his birth date, there is a clear death date, which was about fifteen years ago.

"This is your brother." Maca stated the fact in a gentle tone.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Sirius said, "what do you want to say?"

"He joined the Death Eaters." Maca said again.

"Yes...Yes!'They' think Voldemort's claim is correct.'They' all agree to maintain the purity of the wizard's blood, get rid of the Muggle-born people, and let the pure-bloods take control."

"Huh-I think'they' must think that Regulus is a brave little hero who joined it from the beginning?"

Sirius said irritably, and the "they" in his mouth not only refers to other members of the Black family, but also his parents!

"...So?" He looked at the genealogy, "what happened to Regulus?"

"Remember what state he was in in the end?" Maca asked, "I mean, after Voldemort showed that he used all means to gain power."

Under Maca's question, Sirius gradually showed an expression of memories.

"...He was already in a deep trap, and then... he was afraid of what others wanted him to do, and he wanted to quit... Hmph, my stupid brother is really talented in magic, but far less than you..."

He paused, then shook his head and said: "It is impossible for him to pass a resignation report to Voldemort and it will be done. If he does not have the strength to break free, he will either die for life, or he will only die!"

"Yeah! He only has a dead end," Maca nodded, but halfway through the conversation, he changed his voice, "...but he didn't choose to wait for death honestly."

"What do you mean?" Sirius turned his head abruptly, staring at Maca's profile with piercing eyes.

"Your brother Regulus--"

"can not say!"

Kreacher, the house-elf who has always only whispered, yelled for the first time. The hoarse scream was only to prevent Maca from telling the truth that should have been buried.

"Follow the orders of Master Regulus. You cannot tell anyone in the noble Black family that this is the final order of Master Regulus!"

Kreacher's sharp, rough voice seemed to be rubbing Sirius' nerves.

"Kreacher, I order—" "Sirius."

Maca waved his hand to Sirius, and then continued: "Kreacher, it's your business to keep a secret for the master, you don't need to talk about it-but I will say that there is obviously no problem."

Kreacher swallowed a hard breath of air, his skinny chest heaving rapidly, and then he closed his eyes abruptly and stopped making any noise.

"Sirius, this is a secret about Voldemort," Maca said calmly. "So far, only Dumbledore and I know about this. It should not be disclosed for the time being... So I can only include part of it about your brother. Tell you to listen."

Sirius took a deep breath, refreshed his mood, and then nodded.

In fact, since Maca has already talked about it, he actually has some hunches.I'm afraid that my brother has done something that no one expected.

But if it is a good thing or a bad thing, people can't help but hesitate.

"Say it!" Sirius said.

Maca reached out to touch the name on the tapestry, and the uneven embroidery marks seemed to tell everything from that year.

"At that time...about a year after your brother joined the ranks of Death Eaters, Voldemort told his Death Eaters that he needed a house elf. So your brother actively recommended Kreacher to Voldemort..."

"At that time, it should have been a period when Voldemort did not reveal his ambition.") !!