Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 287: The past of the Black family

　　

　　"Who can tell me, how does the house-elf respect Maca so much?"

　　 Harry looked at the others blankly, only to find that everyone had an expression of "I want to know too", scratching his scalp 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 hurriedly turned his head and looked over there.

　　 "Don't pay attention to Kreacher, he's been alone for too long," Sirius said absently as he walked up quickly, "...I accepted some crazy orders from my mother's portrait. Speak by himself, but he used to be a nasty little——"

　　 "What if you let him be 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, "Also, he called you Mudblood, you don't Are you angry?"

　　 "It's okay," Hermione whispered, "He has an abnormal brain, I don't know he's talking--"

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

　　At this time, Sirius had already reached the corner of the stairs, he suddenly turned back and dropped the last sentence.

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

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

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

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

　　 "I'm so stupid!" Hermione took a deep breath and stamped her foot 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, and after pondering for a while, he guessed: "Is Hermione really planning to find a way to free Kreacher?"

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

　　……

　　 While 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, then frowned, "Are you hiding something from me?"

　　 The atmosphere became a little serious, Leni, 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, then stood up and said, "Let's go! Change to a suitable place, let's have a good chat... Kreacher!"

Before the voice of 　　 finished, the space in the middle of the study was slightly distorted, and the old house elf appeared with his back hunched.

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

　　 The loyal house-elf of the Black family, with his back facing Sirius, is extremely respectful to Maca.

　　 "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 just now..."

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

　　 "The young master is a nasty, ungrateful, filthy thing that broke his mother's heart--" Kreacher lowered his voice again and muttered, 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 elf must bow when talking to the owner.

　　 "No matter what the master says," Kreacher muttered angrily again, "the master is not worthy to **** his mother's heel, oh my poor mistress, if--"

　　 "Okay, Kreacher." Maca interrupted him, and then reached out to the door for a gesture, "Sirius, let's go to the living room on the second floor and talk..."

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

　　 Although Maca feels that it is not necessary to let Sirius know certain facts, it is meaningless to cover it up. If you say it, Sirius will be less stubborn about himself...

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

　　 When they stepped on the carpet, they would raise a small puff of dust, 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 potion materials when you turn around." Maca smiled as he passed the curtains.

　　 But Sirius didn’t have the time to bother with such small jokes.

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

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

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

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

　　 Maca didn't say any more nonsense, he stretched out his hand directly 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 calm 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 wizard blood, get rid of Muggle-born people, and let pure-blood people 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 "them" in his mouth not only refers to other members of the Black family, but also his parents!

　　 "...so?" He looked at the genealogy and said, "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 a reminiscence expression.

　　"... He was already in a deep sink, and then... He was afraid of what others wanted him to do, and wanted to quit... Hmph, my stupid brother has a good magical talent, 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 doesn't have the strength to break free, he will either die for life, or he will only die!"

　　 "Yes! He has only one dead end," Maca nodded, but halfway through the conversation, he changed his voice, "...but he didn't choose to be honest and wait for death."

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

　　 "Your brother Regulus--"

　　 "Can't say!"

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

　　"Follow the orders of Master Regulus, and cannot say to anyone in the noble Black family~IndoMTL.com~This is the last 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 is your business to keep a secret for the master, you don't need to talk about it-but let me say that there is obviously no problem."

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

　　"Sirius, this matter has a secret about Voldemort," Maca said calmly, "So far, only Dumbledore and I know this, so it should not be disclosed for the time being... so I can only put it about you. Part of my brother tells 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 everyone did not expect.

　　 It is a good thing or a bad thing, but it makes people hesitant.

　　 "Say it!" Sirius said.

　　Maca reached out and touched the name on the tapestry. The uneven embroidery marks seemed to be telling everything back then.

　　"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 offered Kreacher to Voldemort. ..."

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