Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 288: The language of the deceased

On the second floor of this old Black mansion, which 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, seeming 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 derived from many years ago.

At this moment, the heavy bones dug out by Maca were 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, everything he did at the time did not tell other people-that was a matter of course, because he wanted the ability to be'immortal'."

"It'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 he did it for this black magic Magic, you need to hide something-hide it in a few places that others don’t know."

"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 has overlooked a simple fact-house elf. The magic of magic is decisively different from the magic of wizards."

Speaking of this, 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 the story now— -Kreacher escaped back and used a simple'phantom shift'."

When I was talking about the word "simple", Maca couldn't help but twitched.

"You mean, that place has magic that prohibits apparitions?" Sirius sneered. "This is really'Voldemort'. He is like most pure-blood wizards, conceited, arrogant, even wizards. The group should also be divided into three, six or nine classes, not to mention house elves..."

"Yes, that's right." Maca said, "So Kreacher went home and came back here..." As he said, he changed the subject again, "By the way, Sirius... …I wonder if you’re interested in finding out, why did Kreacher come back?"

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

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 returned—"

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

"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 increased. The tone repeated, "The first one!"

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 waved angrily and shouted, "Regulus has been a kid who only treats his parents and family as a kid, cowardly and without opinion, what others say is what they say... …"

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

While speaking, Sirius suddenly clenched his right hand and slammed his fist on the tapestry's 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 as if in agreement, but continued, "But...in terms of process , His death is worth remembering for everyone."

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

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

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

"Then?" Maca let Sirius grab his arm and shrugged. "Of course he ordered Kreacher to come back! Just like the previous order for Kreacher to come back—you know, house elves can’t Rebelling against the master’s orders."

In the gaze of Sirius, 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 because of 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 fathom him. Think of something.

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

For a long time, Sirius suddenly raised his head with a hoarse voice: "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 Bring back what your brother left with Voldemort?"

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

"This is meaningless." Maca said, "Do you think why Regulus ordered Kreacher to keep this secret? Why did he order Kreacher to say that he was not allowed to let the Black family Anyone who knows?"

"I don't care about this!" Sirius said frantically, "Isn't it dangerous? When did my Sirius be afraid of 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 you. Brother fool knows!"

"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... …" Maca said carefully, "But at least, his last command must be for your brother."

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

"But...what's the use of you going there?" Maca said unceremoniously, "You can only do bad things! This matter can only be played at a critical moment without Voldemort's knowledge. To achieve the greatest effect."

"... Sirius, do you understand?"

After that, Maca loosened Sirius' collar and tidied it up for him. Then he walked to the door without looking back.

At this time, in this dilapidated living room~IndoMTL.com~ there are only two lonely figures, one large and one small. They stood 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's just a guess, it's a guess that touches the truth, a guess that gives 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 past of the dead—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 a touch of 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 down on the dusty carpet, and crystal tears couldn't stop streaming from his closed eyes.

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

Looking outside the window, the sun has already climbed into the air unknowingly, radiating its light and heat freely, but it can't dispel the gloom in the hearts of these two completely different creatures.