The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

However, she chose to conceal it because she was troubled by love, and now even Gabriel doesn't know the truth of the whole thing.

However, Furong did understand the other side of Ye Ting facing outsiders.

In some cases, he really dared to kill.

Chapter 0314 Kreacher

In the end, Moody did not continue to speak up under the persuasion of other members of the Order of the Phoenix.

And Black also saw the opportunity to take the three of them to a room, ready to talk with them individually.

However, in the house, they saw a house elf, cursing at Black.

The house elf was named Kreacher. He was thin and small, only half a person tall. He was wearing a dirty rag, his pale skin was hanging down, and a lot of white hair emerged from his bat-like ears.

Obviously, this house elf is very old. In fact, Kreacher has been their house elf since the generation of Black's parents.

"—Coming back from Azkaban, I'm gesticulating Kreacher, oh my poor mistress. What would she say if she saw the house become like this, the scumbag came in, and her treasure was Throwing it out, she vowed not to recognize his son, and now he is back. It is said that he is still a murderer—"

"If you talk again, I really want to kill!" Sirius said irritably. He pushed the house elf out of the door, and then shut the door heavily against it.

"Sirius, his brain is abnormal," Hermione said softly, "I think he is just too old."

Compared to other proud wizards, Hermione, who was born in a Muggle family, is more willing to treat other magical creatures equally.

"He's been alone for too long," Sirius said. "Accepted some crazy orders from my mother's portrait and talked to himself, but he used to be a nasty little—"

"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. "And, anyway, the fright will kill him. You suddenly demanded him. He leaves this home to see how he reacts."

Then, he looked at Ye Ting and asked straightforwardly, "So, what are you doing this time? I, you know, and I am willing to help you at any time."

The three looked at each other, and finally Ye Ting said, "Actually, we came this time to inquire about Regulus Black. We want to know what happened before his death."

"Regulus Black..." Hearing this name, Sirius' eyes suddenly dimmed. "That's a long story."

He walked to the end of the room, a tapestry covering the whole wall.

The three Ye Ting followed.

The tapestry looks very old and very old, and the color is already dim, it seems that the fox has bitten several places.

However, the gold thread embroidered on it was still shining, and they clearly saw a family tree of vines, dating back to the Middle Ages. Embroidered on the top of the tapestry are several large characters: "The noble and oldest Black family is always pure."

"You're not up there!" Hermione said suddenly, looking at the bottom line of the family tree.

"It used to be above." Sirius said, pointing to a small black hole in the tapestry, as if it was burnt by a cigarette. "After I ran away from home, my dear old mother destroyed me— —Kreacher likes to whisper this story."

"You run away from home?"

"I was about sixteen years old that year," Sirius said, "I had enough. I hate all of them. My parents are crazy about pure blood. They believe that being a Blake family is born noble. Yes, and my foolish brother is Regulus Black. He is so weak that he believes what they say...that's him."

Sirius stretched out a finger and pointed to the name at the bottom of the family tree: Regulus Black. There is a date of death after the date of birth (approximately fifteen years ago).

"He is younger than me," Sirius said. "I have been constantly reminded that his son is much better than me. But this stupid idiot has joined the ranks of Death Eaters."

"Although I don't know why you want to know Regulus, I can tell you that in my family, my parents think that Voldemort's claims are correct. They all agree to maintain the purity of the wizard's blood and get rid of Muggle origin. People, let pure-blood people have power. They are not unique. Before Voldemort revealed his true face, many people believed that he was right about some things... But when they found out that he was trying to gain power They were all timid and flinched when they didn't use any means. But I think my parents must think Regulus was a brave little hero who joined them from the beginning."

"How did he die?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I don't know," said Sirius. "He may have been killed by Voldemort. Or, it is more likely that he was killed under Voldemort's orders. I suspect Regulus is not that important yet and needs Voldemort to get rid of it. He. From what I know after his death, he has fallen deep, and then he is afraid of what others want him to do and wants to quit. Alas, you can’t pass a resignation report to Voldemort and it’s all done. Either life, or a dead end. However, before his death, I didn't have much contact with him... But Kreacher has been taking care of him, you can ask Kreacher, I think he will know better than me— If you can bear his bad temper."

Blake opened the door and shouted, "Kreacher!"

With a snap, the house elf appeared. He stood in front of them, his eyes cast with contempt and reluctance.

"Master," Kreacher said hoarsely in his bullfrog voice, bowed low, and muttered to his knees, "Bring two dirty mudbloods and an inferior vewa into my mistress's old man. House--"

"I forbid you to call anyone'inferior' or'mudblood'." Black shouted, "I want you to answer their questions. No matter what they ask, you have to say it exactly, understand? "

"Yes, master," Kreacher said, bowing low again.

However, when Ye Ting saw his lips squirming silently, he was undoubtedly meditating on the insulting words that he is now forbidden to say.

Even Hermione, who did not discriminate against house elves the least, would find Kreacher's long nose and bloodshot eyes extremely uncute.

Ye Ting had already impatiently shot, he casually pointed at Kreacher, and its long nose began to stretch out continuously.

"When answering a question, if you say another ugly thing, your nose will grow an inch." Ye Ting folded his arms and said coldly, "I want to see, how long can your nose grow? "

Perhaps he was frightened by the nose that had dropped to his chest, or perhaps forced by Ye Ting's aura, Kreacher immediately closed his mouth, retreated to the corner, and looked at Ye Ting tremblingly.

"You still have a way," Blake patted Ye Ting on the shoulder and walked out. "We still have something to talk about. Just ask if you have any questions."

After speaking, he returned to the living room, leaving only the three Ye Ting and Klee looking at each other.

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"Kreacher, come here, I have something to ask you," Ye Ting commanded to Kreacher in a serious tone.

Kreacher cringed and walked up to the three of them, his long nose dangling against his chest.

"I want to ask you, Regulus Black, have you ever brought back a golden locket?"

Hearing this, Kreacher, who was still cowering, suddenly became excited. He shivered, swayed, closed his eyes, and just didn't speak.

Seeing his reaction, the three immediately understood, Kreacher seemed to know something.

"Kreacher, do you remember what your master just said?" Fleur reminded sternly, with disgust in her eyes-she still had a grudge about the house elf's name for her bloodliness-"Are you going to violate the master? Order?"

For the house elves, the "master's order" was more effective than anything else. Kreacher gasped, his shriveled chest rising and falling sharply, and then he opened his eyes and let out a blood-coagulated scream.

"The locket! Master Regulus's locket, Master Regulus did bring back a locket... Kreacher made a mistake, and Kreacher failed to execute the order of the master!"

The next moment, Kreacher rushed to the side wall and kept hitting her head against the wall. Hermione was taken aback by his movements, but she immediately drew out her wand, and a pink ribbon sprayed from the tip of the wand to knock Klee. Cut it tightly, and this prevented his self-harm.

"Kreacher, I order you not to move!" she said loudly, "you must complete your master's order first and answer our questions. You are not allowed to do anything until then!"

The elf froze immediately, and he lay straight on the cold slate floor, tears pouring from the sunken eye sockets.

"Hermione, get him up!" Fleur whispered.

Hermione pulled slightly, and the end of the ribbon was forced to make Kreacher stand up.

"Tell me about Regulus' locket," Ye Ting said. "Where did it come from? What does Regulus have to do with it? Kreacher, tell me everything you know about the locket. , And Regulus' relationship with it!"

Hermione loosened the ribbon cooperatively, and the elf immediately sat down, curled up, sandwiched the wet face between his knees, and began to shake back and forth. When he spoke, his voice was low and muffled, but he heard quite clearly in a quiet, echoing room.