Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

"It seems that there is still an overlooked master hidden in the Ministry of Magic. This must have been premeditated, otherwise it wouldn't be so clean."

Pierce's face was also gloomy. He, the newly appointed Minister of Magic, was actually a lone commander. Who wouldn't be angry?

"How are we going to explain this to the Dark Lord?" Arisk asked Pierce. After all, he was the Minister of Magic, so the difficult problem should be left to him.

"What else can I do? Tell the truth! Otherwise, do you think you can deceive him with a lie when he can tell the whole situation with just a glance?"

Pierce gave Alex a sarcastic look.

Alex snorted.

"Heh~ What's the point of you complaining to me? It's not me who caused all this. What's important now is how to keep this Ministry of Magic running."

This is indeed a difficult problem. Pierce's skinny head is about to grow bigger due to worry.

"Then call back all those who were fired for committing crimes and those who have retired! And those in Azkaban, Umbridge and the others are about to be released, tell them all to come back to work!"

Pierce thought of the best solution now.

"Then the information that was taken away..."

"Let's forget about the old shit and start all over again. I remember there are backups of the personnel data. Go find the backups. They can't move the backup database away! Hurry up, this is very important for selecting mudbloods!"

Pierce roared and began to command these good-for-nothings to do their job.

Before he became the Minister of Magic, he had always dreamed of this position, but now that he has become the Minister, he is not happy at all.

……

"The liberation of Azkaban, huh~ Isn't it just that there are no people left? What kind of liberation is that?"

Looking at Umbridge's smug face in the Daily Prophet, Ivan's face was full of sneer, as well as the editor of this report, Rita Skeeter. Yes, the Daily Prophet was snatched away, and the editor-in-chief took the initiative to join the Death Eaters.

When the acquisition took place, since there were not enough manpower, Alvin continued to hire the original team. Unexpectedly, due to a momentary negligence, he was stabbed in the back. Someone actually took the funds he left in the Daily Prophet and gave them to others!

Huh~

"They've all been released. When the reckoning comes, don't even think about escaping! The Dementors have been fed fat enough for so long. It's time to harvest them."

Throwing the newspaper aside, Alvin changed his clothes and prepared to go out to work.

Getting busy~

As for Hogwarts, I don’t know what Professor Snape is thinking. What has he been doing during this period of time? There is no news at all.

I hope nothing happened to him, but how can I explain his affairs to everyone? Now everyone in Hogwarts knows that it was he who killed Dumbledore.

That group of indignant guys were all thinking about killing Snape for revenge.

The time is not right yet~ He still has to go to Hogwarts and keep those guys under control, otherwise, they might get too excited and do something.

"Dear old Professor Bat, I hope you can get a good ending this time."

After muttering something, Alvin used the Apparition technique and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Harry wrote to him, asking him to go to the Black family, saying that the real Slytherin pendant box had been found and wanted him to go and take a look.

He remembered that he had taught them the spell...

Chapter 512 Salute to Regulus!

The Black family——

"Kreacher, you said you saw this! Where is it! How did you get it?"

Harry held up the fake trinket box and looked at Kreacher anxiously.

"This is very important. What are you still hesitating about, Kreacher? Answer Harry." Sirius said in a stern tone.

There was no way, Sirius was the master, and although Kreacher didn't want to tell his irresponsible brother about Mr. Regulus, the elf couldn't refuse the master's order.

"Before he died, Master Regulus ordered Kreacher to destroy that thing, but no matter how hard Kreacher tried, he couldn't destroy it. That thing also made strange noises, which made Kreacher very uncomfortable."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point." Sirius roared. He didn't like elves either, but he needed their care.

"Hey~ Godfather, be gentle. Kreacher didn't do anything. Don't be so mean." Harry couldn't stand his godfather's behavior and quickly spoke out to stop him.

Seeing that his godson was unhappy, Sirius quickly put on a kind face and said that he would definitely change in the future.

Regarding the issue of elves, he didn't care before, but he met that free elf. Besides, Dumbledore also told him before his death that he should be kind to elves so that they would serve you sincerely.

And with Ivan's personal example, he now understands how to get along with an elf. These creatures have been mistreated for almost their entire lives, and any insignificant kindness can move them.

Moreover, he also didn't want to see these elves committing self-harm because of disobeying their masters.

Seeing that Harry was willing to speak loudly to Black for him, Kreacher looked at Harry with complicated eyes, then turned and went to his cupboard.

Since Sirius had gone through the formal procedures, Harry was also Kreacher's master, and he could no longer scold Harry for Sirius as he did before.

However, he still told everything that happened in the cave, from Regulus telling him that Voldemort needed an elf, to being taken to the cave, drinking the potion, and the terrifying pool.

Until, he obeyed his master's orders, forced himself to return home, told Regulus everything, and Regulus asked him to take him to the cave.

A frightened old elf, a young man who had just grown up, Harry, who had been to the cave, could already imagine how they felt at that time.

But ~

"Did he make you drink those potions again?" Harry asked with some disgust. He remembered the horror of the potion that Dumbledore talked about. Besides, Kreacher had already drunk it once. If he drank it again...

Kreacher paused as he reached for the cupboard, shook his head vigorously, and began to cry bitterly.

At this moment, several people instantly understood what happened!

"Master Regulus took out the pendant box from his pocket, which was exactly the same as the Dark Lord's. He asked Kreacher to switch them! He ordered Kreacher... to leave immediately after he was done! Don't bother with him... and don't tell anyone! And destroy the pendant box!

And then... and then he drank all the potions! It was a painful process, no one forced him to drink it, Master Regulus just relied on his willpower to drink the painful potion alone! Kreacher changed the pendant box, and watched helplessly as he was dragged into the water, and I could do nothing! "

After saying this, Kreacher turned around and burst into tears. In his hand, he was still holding the pendant box that was made into a Horcrux!

Master Regulus loved Kreacher the most and was the best to him, but... in the end, Kreacher failed to save him...

Harry stretched out his trembling hands to take the jewelry box, and Sirius also looked at the jewelry box absent-mindedly.

It was not until today that he found out where his missing brother had gone!

He once felt sad that his brother had joined the Death Eaters. When Regulus disappeared, he thought he was helping the Death Eaters and was killed by the Aurors.

Unexpectedly... his brother actually sacrificed his life to bring Voldemort down from the altar of immortality! Moreover, he was not allowed to tell anyone! No one knew about his heroic deeds...

He was willing to bear the infamy of being a Death Eater and bury himself deep in the darkness with the heroic honor that should have belonged to him.

Snapped!

"I'm so damned good!"

Sirius slapped himself hard, regretting that he had misunderstood his brother! They were brothers who grew up together, and they knew each other best! How could he have misunderstood him!

A figure walked out from behind the few people, squatted down, and patted Kreacher on the back.

"You have protected the pendant box very well. Regulus will be proud of you." Ivan whispered to comfort the loyal elf.

"Evan! When did you come?" Hermione, who also wanted to hug the poor elf, asked after wiping her tears.

They didn't feel anything at all!

"I came when he was talking about Regulus. I rang the doorbell but no one answered. I knew someone was home but hadn't opened the door yet, so I came in on my own in case something unexpected happened. Sorry~"

Ivan apologized for walking into someone else's home without permission, but Sirius shook his head to indicate that it was okay, as he still hadn't recovered from what happened to his brother.

"No! Kreacher is useless, Kreacher has disappointed his master! No matter how hard Kreacher tries, no matter what method he uses, he can't destroy it, or even open it! Kreacher punishes himself, tries again, punishes himself again, and tries again!

Kreacher still failed to carry out the order because Master Regulus was missing and the mistress went crazy with grief, but Kreacher promised not to mention the cave to his family! "

Kreacher paused for a moment and continued speaking in annoyance!

That is to say, Sirius asked him to answer Harry just now. If he asked it himself, he still wouldn't say anything, because this was the order of Master Regulus!

Harry was Sirius' godson, not Regulus's, so he couldn't be considered a member of the family of the deceased master Regulus.

"Kreacher has disappointed Master Regulus, Kreacher should be punished!" The elf cried out in self-blame, and then prepared to hit the wall.

Ivan was quick and grabbed his little rags.

"That's Voldemort's thing, you can't destroy it! Without the right method, even Dumbledore couldn't destroy it. It's not your fault. You were able to protect it and not let it get lost. It's great that Regulus' sacrifice didn't go in vain!"

Ivan persuaded Kreacher softly.

"Really..." Kreacher asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course! I swear!"

Ivan looked back at the trinket box in Harry's hand.

"I think we should pay tribute to the heroic Regulus Black!"

PS: It seems that I can write for two more days. The rent is due and the landlord wants to sell the house. I have to be busy looking for a house to move, so this ending will be a little lame for a few more days. It’s still hard to find a house. During this summer vacation, most of them have been rented by people who come to the city to accompany their children to study! The little money I have in my pocket is too expensive to rent. The troubles of living in the city are really...

Chapter 513 Invading Lao Fu’s Brain

There was a long table, four people and an elf, all staring at the ornament box on the table in a trance.

In Sirius's absence, he locked himself in Regulus' room, watching the last traces of his brother's life.

"Regulus, I really should tell you I'm sorry. I'm really not a qualified brother!"

Sirius looked at the photo of Regulus taken when he was a Seeker. He remembered that it was in his second year as Slytherin Seeker!

With sufficient experience, he defeated James on the Quidditch field! James was so angry that he jumped up and down, but he didn't calm down until he heard that it was his brother, and he hid in his dormitory and drew circles.

He was really good. James was already a talented Chaser. However, the Gryffindor team led by James actually lost to Slytherin.

Actually, now that I think about it, Regulus has been a very good child since he was young! It's just that he didn't like his defense of the family's ideas, so he alienated him after he went to school...

He is really not a good brother.

"By the way, Sirius isn't having a hard time getting over it, is he?" Ron looked at the ceiling upstairs.

"No, there is a fat white godson here. He won't bear to die, right! Harry~" Ivan raised his eyebrows at Harry.

"Oh, stop joking, Alvin, we are doing serious business." Harry gave Alvin a speechless look.

"Come on, I've been in a daze for a long time. You didn't let me chant the spell to take this thing away. Why are you just looking at it? It's not comfortable to have this thing nagging in my ears."

Ivan tapped the ornament box with his wand, and the spiritual influence was immediately weakened a lot, but if the soul inside was not extracted, it would recover after a while.