Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

On the second floor of this old Black mansion that has been renovated, the dilapidated drawing room reflects the scene of the past under the reflection of the sunrise.

The fine dust was turning and shining in the beam of light projected from the window, and there was a faint musty smell in the air, which seemed to be rejecting everyone who came here.

The long-term uninhabited house is a place where all the past events are buried. Even if the many bones in it are excavated, what it brings to people is nothing more than a heaviness from many years ago.

At this moment, the heavy bones dug up by Maca accumulated in Sirius' heart to no avail.

"Voldemort is a very arrogant wizard. His arrogance comes from strength...Of course, it may also come from his nature..."

"In short, he didn't tell anyone else what he did at the time-that was a matter of course, because he wanted the ability to'immortality'."

"That's a black magic, quite evil, from ancient times... well, maybe even earlier than that! I can't say more about this black magic for the time being, but what I want to say is that for this black magic, he needs Hide something-hide it in a few places that no one else knows."

"And one of the locations is the place he took Kreacher to-he needs to find a'worthless' creature to test whether the magical organs he left behind are perfect."

"Huh, worthless creature..." Sirius snorted coldly, "Then, why is this'worthless creature' still here?"

"Of course, of course..." Maca turned his head and looked at Kreacher, who bowed his head silently. "Because he is'worthless', Voldemort overlooked a simple fact-the magic of house elves. It is decisively different from the magic of wizards."

Having said that, Maca seemed to have thought of something funny, and smiled and said: "If Voldemort brought an ordinary wizard as a test tool, then you might not hear this story now-Kreacher I escaped back and used a simple'phantom shift'."

When talking about the word "simple" as a child, Maca couldn't help twitching.

"You mean, that place has a magic that prohibits apparitions?" Sirius sneered. "This is really'Voldemort'. Like most pure-blood wizards, he is conceited and arrogant, even wizards. There are three or sixty-nine classes, let alone house elves..."

"Yes, that's right." Maca said, "So Kreacher went home and came back here..." As he said, he changed the topic again, "By the way, Sirius... I don't know. Are you interested in knowing why Kreacher is coming back?"

"Isn't it to escape? What's so strange about—"

Sirius suddenly froze, frowning and looking at Kreacher, but Kreacher still closed his eyes tightly as if it were a small statue.

"It seems that you have also noticed. How could house elves'flee'?" Maca said, "The reason why Kreacher would return--"

"You don't need to say." Sirius suddenly became annoyed. "Is that what you want to tell me? Regulus' relationship with a house elf?"

"Of course it's more than that," Maca turned to look at him, "To be honest, your brother's magic talent may not be strong, but his pursuit of magic is practical and persistent."

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked suspiciously.

Maca pointed to the name at the bottom of the tapestry and said word by word:

"The'stupid brother' in your mouth, Regulus Atuklus Black, is probably the first wizard in the world to discover the mystery of Voldemort's'immortality..." Maca repeated his tone in a heavy tone. ,"First!"

Sirius turned his head and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar name that Maca was referring to, and the depression in his heart grew stronger.

"So what," Sirius shouted angrily, waving his hand.

"... He discovered Voldemort's secret and was killed. This ridiculous ending... Humph... fits his weak and useless character, doesn't it?"

While speaking, Sirius suddenly clenched his right hand and slammed his fist on the tapestry name.With this fist, the dust on the tapestry fell and scattered in the morning sun.

"Yeah! Killed by Voldemort... As far as the result is concerned, the same can be said." Maca nodded in agreement, but continued, "But... in terms of the process, his Death is worth remembering."

"What?" Sirius suddenly turned his head, bloodshot looming in his eyes.

"Regulus asked Kreacher to take him there once, and then replaced that thing-with an identical fake -"

"What then?" Sirius seemed to understand something, he gripped Maca's arm tightly, almost roaring out.

"Then?" Maca let Sirius grab his arm and shrugged. "Of course he ordered Kreacher to come back! It's just like ordering Kreacher to come back - you know, house elves can't resist their masters. command."

Under Sirius's gaze, Maca calmly said: "As for your brother, he can't escape--the magic left by Voldemort is not something an ordinary wizard can escape."

Sirius was silent, and his hand holding Maca gradually loosened. The slightly trembling hand was not due to the spasm caused by excessive force, or because of other reasons...

Maca pulled out his arms, rubbed his teeth with a grin, then cast his gaze on the tapestry; Sirius hangs his head, and his messy hair covers his eyes, making it hard to understand what he is thinking. .

At this moment, the appearance of Sirius was surprisingly similar to Kreacher standing behind.

After a long time, Sirius suddenly raised his head and said hoarsely, "Where is that place?"

"Look! This is one of the reasons why I'm hiding from you," Maca didn't even look at him, but said calmly, "What do you want? Do you want to get your brother's bones back? Or do you want to get your brother back? Bring back what you left for Voldemort?"

"I can't leave my brother in that kind of ghost place!" Sirius roared.

"This is meaningless," said Maca. "Do you think why Regulus ordered Kreacher to keep this secret? Why did he order Kreacher to say that it was not allowed to let any one of the Black family Does anyone know?"

"I don't care about this!" Sirius frantically said, "Isn't it dangerous? When did my Sirius fear danger? I--"

"Don't you understand?" Maca grabbed Sirius by the collar and stared into his eyes. "Your brother is afraid! He is afraid that this matter will be caused by your stupid brother. know!"

"By now, we have no way of knowing whether Regulus had any other thoughts when he joined the Death Eaters. Maybe he was out of pure blood pride, or maybe he did it for other reasons..." Ma The card said carefully, "But at least, his last order must be for your brother."

"He knows that you are impulsive, reckless, and dead-headed. You can fight for an idea. Once you know about it, you will definitely go!"

"But... what's the use if you go?" Maca said unceremoniously, "You can only do bad things! Only when Voldemort doesn't know about this, can it be done to the fullest at a critical moment? effect."

"... Sirius, do you understand?"

After all, Maca loosened Sirius' collar and tidied him up, and then walked to the door without looking back.

At this time, in this dilapidated living room, there were only two lonely figures, one large and one small.They stand in place, letting their hearts become heavier and heavier.

This is a silent confession sent by a younger brother to an older brother more than ten years apart!

Maca is right. Regulus's thoughts have long been buried in the dust of history. With only a few words left, all that can be gained is just unproven guesses.

But even if it was just a guess, it was a guess that touched the truth, a guess that gave new meaning to the words left by the deceased.

For the dead, this speculation may be just a "lie" full of errors; but for the living, this "lie" represents "hope."

Some people say that in this world, there are only two professions that can give meaning to the deceased's past-that is, the detective and the liar.

Only detectives can dig them out of the grave and sort them into "truths"; only liars can make them distort and transform them into "lie" in the grave.

And Maca is a great writer through and through...Ah no, I mean..."The Big Liar".

At the end of the living room, the bright morning sun brought warmth to the room.

"Regulus..." Sirius stroked the name on the tapestry and said weakly, "You are so stupid... You are so... stupid..."

Behind him, the house elf Kreacher knelt on the dusty carpet, and crystal tears couldn't stop flowing from his closed eyes.

He kept hitting the carpet with his head, "Boom Boom Boom Boom", raising a fine dust.

Looking outside the window, the sun had already climbed into the air unknowingly, radiating its light and heat arbitrarily, but could not dispel the gloom in the hearts of these two completely different creatures.