Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 313 Kreacher is a complete idiot!
In his memory, Regulus had always firmly believed in the family's pure-blood ideology since childhood.

He later joined the Death Eaters, and he always believed that his brother had died accidentally during a conflict with the rebels.

Who would have thought that Regulus would secretly rebel against Voldemort and even try to destroy the Horcruxes?
"I can't be completely sure."

Dylan blinked, then shook his head. "The note only said that he stole the real Horcrux and planned to destroy it, but Horcruxes are extremely difficult to destroy, so we can't confirm whether he succeeded in the end."

He paused, then looked at Sirius. "So, could you take me to your brother Regulus's room? Maybe we can find some clues."

Sirius Black hadn't fully recovered from his shock when he subconsciously nodded and turned to walk towards the second-floor corridor.

Dylan followed behind him, and the two soon arrived at a door with a dark wooden curtain hanging on it.

Just as they were about to push open the door, a short figure suddenly rushed out and blocked the doorway.

It's Kreacher, a house-elf.

He was wearing a patched gray cloth dress, with old strips of cloth wrapped around his ears, and his face was covered in wrinkles.

He was glaring fiercely at Dylan and Sirius, spitting out a curse and yelling, "You filthy mudblood!"

"And you, you traitorous brat!! Neither of you shall ever set foot in Master Regulus's room! This is the cleanest place in the Black family, and Liche must not be defiled by you!"

"Don't pay attention to him."

Sirius's tone was full of disgust, his cheek muscles twitched uncontrollably, and he stared at Kreacher with a sinister look, his raised foot already slightly bent.

Clearly, they wanted to kick this annoying little sprite away.

But just as his foot was about to land, Dylan reached out and grabbed his wrist, gently pulling his leg back.

"Don't rush yet."

Dylan's voice was calm.

He released Sirius's hand, then turned to look at the tense Kreacher, staring calmly into his eyes, and asked, word by word, "I'm asking you, did your master Regulus ever ask you to destroy something? It was a golden locket, and you ultimately failed to destroy it, didn't you?"

Sirius Black turned sharply to look at Dylan upon hearing this, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He hadn't expected Dylan to suddenly ask such a question, nor had he expected that there seemed to be some hidden story behind it that he didn't know about.

When Kreacher heard the words "golden locket,"

His fierce gaze froze instantly, and he stood there stunned as if struck by lightning, his mouth slightly open, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

He clearly hadn't expected that this stranger, a Mudblood, would know the secret he had kept hidden for so many years!
A few seconds later, Kreacher's body began to tremble violently, his once straight back hunched over, and his hands gripped the hem of his clothes tightly.

When he looked up, his cloudy eyes were filled with panic and guilt.

His voice trembled and broke off intermittently: "Yes...yes...it's the locket...it's Master Regulus's locket...Kreacher was useless...Kreacher made a terrible mistake...he failed to carry out the master's orders...he failed to destroy it...Kreacher deserves to die! Kreacher deserves to die!"

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, Kreacher seemed to go mad, turning sharply and rushing towards the corner.

There was a blackened fire poker leaning against it, with some ash and sawdust still clinging to it.

He grabbed a fire poker, closed his eyes, and began to whip his arms and legs violently.

With a "thud," the rough wooden stick landed on the skin, instantly leaving a red mark.

Followed by.

He dropped the fire poker, covered his head with both hands, and desperately banged his forehead against the stone wall behind him.

"Boom boom boom!"

The impact was dull and jarring.

Soon, bright red blood seeped from Kreacher's forehead, trickling down his wrinkled cheeks and dripping onto the floor, leaving a small, dark red stain.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to bang his head against the wall while muttering incoherently.

“Kreacher is useless…Kreacher has let the young master down…He deserves to be punished…He deserves to be punished…”

Kreacher suddenly curled up into a ball, his thin, bony body shrinking into a small mound. His dusty, damp face was buried deep between his knees, his shoulders twitching back and forth. His gray hair clung messily to his wrinkled face, making him look particularly pitiful.

When he finally spoke, his voice was muffled in his knees, low and indistinct, as if it came from a very far place.

"Young Master Sirius has already run away... It's good that he's gone."

"He was always a bad kid, hanging out with Mudbloods and werewolves all the time, doing all sorts of unruly things."

"When the lady of the house saw him like that, her heart was broken. She cried in front of the portraits of her ancestors every day, saying that she had not raised a good son."

When the term "mistress" was mentioned, Kreacher's body visibly paused, his tone became more respectful, and his swaying lessened.

“But Master Regulus is different. He has self-respect, knows what the surname ‘Black’ means, and knows how precious his pure bloodline is.”

“In those years, he would always talk to me in the kitchen about the Dark Lord—saying that the Dark Lord would lead us wizards out of the shadows, so we wouldn’t have to hide from Muggles anymore, and that we could rule over those lowly Muggles and their descendants…”

Kreacher raised his head, a hint of longing flashing in his cloudy eyes, as if recalling some glorious past.

"When young master Regulus was sixteen years old, he officially joined the Dark Lord's organization."

"That day he came to the kitchen to show me a brand new black robe with the Dark Lord's mark pinned to his chest. His face was full of proud smiles, and he said that he could finally serve the Dark Lord... He was so proud and happy, and he felt that it was the most glorious thing."

Dylan winked.

How did this trigger a CG scene?
"A year later, one afternoon, as I was polishing silverware, the aroma of baking cookies wafted from the kitchen—Master Regulus suddenly walked in to see me."

Kreacher's voice softened considerably, and his eyes became unfocused, clearly lost in memories.

“Young Master Regulus has always liked me, unlike Young Master Sirius, who only ever kicks and scolds me… That day, Young Master Regulus stood by the stove and said… he said…”

"What did he say?!" Sirius couldn't hold back any longer.

He stepped forward, grabbed Kreacher's shoulders tightly with both hands, and shook him violently, his eyes filled with urgency and his voice trembling.

"Tell me! What did Regulus say to you that day?!"

Kreacher was already quite old, with loose skin and stiff joints, well past the lifespan limit for a house-elves. Sirius shook him so violently that his face turned pale, and he coughed violently.

"Cough...cough..."

His body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground. His breathing became rapid, and his lips turned slightly purple.

Dylan stood by and observed, noticing that Kreacher was coughing incessantly, his complexion was getting worse, and he even instinctively covered his chest with his hand.

He immediately stepped forward, reached out and pressed down on Sirius's arm, and said calmly, "Stop shaking him, Sirius, he's having trouble breathing."

Kreacher stopped coughing and looked up at Dylan. A faint trace of gratitude flashed in his cloudy eyes, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by intense disgust.

He pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "Hmph, just a little mudblood."

Sirius's temper flared up again upon hearing this, and he raised his hand to teach him a lesson.

Upon seeing this, Kreacher immediately covered his face with his hands, curled up even tighter, and spoke rapidly with obvious fear in his voice.

“I’ll tell you… I’ll tell you, okay? He said the Dark Lord needs a house-elf.”

“Young Master Regulus offered me up.”

Kreacher's voice was filled with pain, and his body trembled even more violently. "He said it was an honor, his and my honor, and that I had to do everything the Dark Lord asked of me, and that once I finished, I could go home."

He swayed faster and faster, his breathing became rapid, and he was clearly sobbing.

"Then I went to the Dark Lord. He didn't explain anything and just took me to a cave by the sea."

"The cave was enormous, pitch black inside, and in the center there was a large black lake with icy-cold water..."

Kreacher's voice was terribly hoarse, as if it had been soaked in lake water, "There's a boat moored on the lake..."

Dylan listened, then turned to Sirius and briefly recounted his experience on the island in the middle of the lake the previous day.

The ghostly green boat, enchanted by magic and capable of carrying only one person and one "sacrifice," was exactly as Kreacher had described.

Sirius's face instantly darkened. He finally understood that this was how Voldemort tested the Horcruxes' protective measures.

He used the life of a house-elf, whom he considered worthless, to test the effectiveness of the trap.

“There was a stone basin on the island filled with potions, and the Dark Lord forced me to drink it…” Kreacher’s voice was choked with sobs.

Sirius, who had never liked Kreacher, couldn't help but tremble at this moment.

It wasn't fear, but anger at Voldemort's brutality.

He struggled to suppress his anger and urged in a low voice, "Keep going! What happened next?"

“I drank it… while I was drinking it, I had terrifying hallucinations, seeing myself being kicked out of the Black family, with the lady of the house whipping me… thankfully, it was all fake.”

Kreacher's body trembled violently, as if he were experiencing the pain again. "But after drinking the potion, Kreacher's internal organs felt like they were on fire! Kreacher cried out to Master Regulus to save him, and to the mistress, but the Dark Lord just laughed loudly beside him."

"He forced me to drink all the potions, then threw a locket into the empty stone basin, refilled it with potions, and then left, leaving me alone on the island."

At this point, Kreacher could no longer hold back and burst into tears, continuing to recount what happened after Regulus found him, albeit haltingly.

"Later, later it was young master Regulus who found me... He took out a locket from his pocket, exactly the same as the Dark Lord's."

Tears streamed down his long, wrinkled nose, dripping onto his dirty cloth skirt.

"He told me to hold onto this locket until he drank all the potion in the stone basin, and then we'd switch the two lockets..."

Kreacher's sobs grew louder and more piercing, and Dylan and Sirius had to concentrate hard to hear his muffled words.

"He ordered me to leave immediately and not to pay any attention to him. He also told me that when I got home, I must not tell the mistress about this, but I must find a way to destroy the locket that I got from the Dark Lord."

"Then he picked up the potion from the stone basin and drank it down, sip by sip... I followed his orders, changed the locket, and watched... watched as young Master Regulus collapsed to the ground, the infernals in the lake crawled up and dragged him into the water... and then... and then I never saw him again..."

Sirius's anger finally erupted, and he kicked the chair next to him, which crashed to the ground with a loud bang.

He stared intently at Kreacher, roaring, "And then what? Why didn't you save him?! You were right there, why did you just watch him get dragged into the lake?!"

“It was Master Regulus who told me to leave… He told me to destroy the locket after I left, but I didn’t… Kreacher is a complete idiot, I… I really am!”

Kreacher curled up on the ground, clutching his hair, trembling with sobs, his voice filled with remorse.

Dylan couldn't listen to it anymore.

He frowned, turned around, and pushed open Regulus's door.

In fact, Kreacher had the opportunity to overcome his cowardice and save his young master.

In his view, if Kreacher had resisted even slightly, or even just delayed things a little, he might have been able to save Regulus.

But he actually watched helplessly as his master died.

Sirius Black already disliked Kreacher, and now he was even more furious, his eyes practically overflowing with murderous intent.

Just as Dylan closed the door, he heard Kreacher's scream behind him, clearly Sirius Black had taught him a lesson.

But Dylan paid no attention to Kreacher's life or death; his attention was completely focused on the room.

The room was simply furnished with a single bed, a desk, and a wardrobe with drawers.

Dylan had come into contact with Voldemort's Horcruxes multiple times and was particularly sensitive to their unique evil aura.

He first checked the desk drawers, which contained only some old textbooks and notes.

Then, I opened the wardrobe and finally touched a cold metal object in a wooden box at the very bottom.

It was a gold locket.

The screams outside the door gradually subsided.

Then, a muffled "bang" was heard, which must have been Sirius kicking Kreacher.

Immediately afterwards, Sirius's disgusted, cold voice rang out: "Get the hell away from me! You idiot, don't let me ever see you again!!!"

(End of this chapter)