Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

Everything in the old house was indeed worthy of the word "old" - Ryan even saw an ancient painting at first sight when he entered the old house. The painting style and the frame even made him feel familiar.

"That's the legacy of the magic painting master 'Milor' from a thousand years ago. You can take it away if you like."

Sirius seemed to notice Ryan's gaze and said casually.

"Oh, no need."

Ryan was not interested at all - as for Miról Moira, the four giants had quite a few of her works in their collection, all specially painted by the witch for the four giants out of respect.

In fact, Ryan has several in stock in his ring right now.

Naturally, he had no interest in these things.

Soon, Sirius brought Ryan and Harry to the living room of the Black family's house. The living room was large, but it looked a bit shabby due to the various sundries and dust piled around it.

It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a while.

"I won't serve you tea—I'm not good at that..."

Sirius asked Ryan and Harry to sit on the sofa in the living room, speaking softly.

Then, his eyes turned to Ryan.

"Now, let me see him."

He said so.

Ryan naturally did not refuse at this moment.

He raised his hand gently and took out a crystal coffin from the ring.

At this moment, Regulus Black was lying peacefully in the coffin.

His appearance had been carefully maintained at the behest of Ryan and Dumbledore.

After the magic treatment, his face has almost regained its handsomeness in life.

He lay there, as if asleep.

Then Sirius' eyes became moist.

He walked tremblingly to the crystal coffin and looked at the familiar face in the coffin.

Scenes from the past came flooding back to my mind.

"Sirius, you bastard—you can't just leave like this, Mom will kick you out of the family..."

"Okay! Then let her try!"

"No! Sirius, you idiot, there is still room for reversal. You just need to acknowledge our noble bloodline, and I will help you..."

"Impossible, Regulus—I've had enough of that pureblood talk...bloodline, heritage! I don't care about that, I never did!"

Their final conversation was an argument.

This made Sirius extremely distressed and even a little regretful.

Harry patted his godfather's shoulder gently, comforting him.

It was not until a long while later that Sirius's emotions gradually calmed down.

His eyes were red as he looked at Ryan: "Tell me."

"Tell me where you found his body, and... tell me, what happened?"

he requested.

After hearing this, Ryan looked at Harry.

His meaning was simple - he could indeed tell Sirius the secret about Voldemort. After all, the information so far was enough to show that Sirius was trustworthy.

But Harry... there was still the problem - his status as Voldemort's Horcrux was very special in its own right.

"..."

After seeing Ryan's gesture, Harry felt a little aggrieved.

Of course, he didn't know that Ryan's attitude was due to his special status. He thought Ryan just thought he was not qualified to participate in such discussions between "adults".

Well... yes, although Ryan's identity on the surface was just a little wizard, Harry obviously understood that Ryan could not be regarded as a wizard on the same level as him.

But Harry also felt aggrieved - he felt that he had grown very quickly in this year, and he also firmly believed that he had the courage and awareness to fight Voldemort.

And obviously...

"I think Harry could use some listening in!"

Sirius thought so too.

The only direct descendant of the Black family obviously has full confidence in his godson.

"Believe me, he's a true warrior, brave and determined... just like his father."

Sirius said: "I think he deserves to know everything."

That's because you don't know Harry's secret at all.

After hearing this, Ryan looked at Sirius helplessly.

He also understood, of course, that Harry's determination in fighting Voldemort was greater than that of most people.

Ryan had no doubt that if he knew that he could exchange his life for Voldemort's life.

Then Harry would definitely choose to end his life decisively after a period of hesitation and sadness.

But he and Dumbledore were afraid of this - no matter how determined a person is, when faced with life and death, there will be inconsistencies and errors in their judgment.

They didn't want Harry to do anything impulsive, so they kept the Horcrux a secret from him.

so...

"Ok."

Ryan thought about it and decided to try to explain the matter as clearly as possible without mentioning the Horcrux.

"You should have heard Harry mention this attack, Mr. Filch..."

He briefly recounted the attack on Filch and the alterations that had occurred in Filch's memory.

Harry and Sirius looked bewildered.

Conveying secret information through memory - this kind of thing was unheard of not only for Harry, but even for a wizard like Sirius.

"Dumbledore and I followed the clues of memory and went to the cave, where we found something left by Voldemort—"

"That's the secret of his immortality?"

By the time Ryan had finished speaking, Sirius had already spoken excitedly.

"Yes, we found some traces..."

Ryan nodded: "That's why I came here."

"What do you need me to do?"

At this moment, Sirius immediately said solemnly: "As long as it can deal with the Dark Lord...anything is fine, I am willing to do anything!"

"Oh, that's not necessary."

But Ryan casually rejected Sirius's offer of sacrifice: "I'm not here to look for you, but...Excuse me, as the oldest pure-blood family, the Black family should have their own house-elves, right?"

He asked, "I wonder, it's called 'Kreacher', right?"

As soon as these words came out.

Sirius's expression changed immediately.

His expression turned gloomy. "Kreacher, what happened to him? Was Regulus' death related to him?"

His expression became visibly dangerous.

"It is indeed related to him, but I am not sure about the specific connection."

Ryan said softly: "But I can tell you - the cave I mentioned, when Voldemort went to store the secret of his immortality, he brought a house elf..."

"Kreacher—get out!"

As he finished speaking, Sirius had already roared behind him.

then...

"Squeak!"

With a crisp sound, the door behind Sirius opened.

Then, Ryan and Harry saw a trembling house-elf walk into the door.

"Oh, the traitor of the Black family, the expelled little master started to order old Kreacher around, and even brought two little mudbloods back to the old house..."

It was a house-elf that looked very old.

There were obvious and huge wrinkles on his body, and his ears were drooping, which made him look quite ugly, like a puppet dried by time.

He was wearing the house-elf's iconic tattered cloak and was muttering to himself.

All this came to an end when he saw the crystal coffin placed in the living room and saw Regulus in the coffin.

"Master Regulus!? Oh...God..."

Ryan saw that the house-elf's body was visibly shaking.

He shrank and hunched, seemingly unsure, like a dark shadow, but still came closer.

His big eyes, which had been cloudy due to old age, were instantly filled with tears. He knelt in front of Regulus' crystal coffin, his skinny fingers tightly grasping the edge of the coffin, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Master Regulus..."

His voice was hoarse like sandpaper: "Kreacher failed to protect you...Kreacher abandoned you, Kreacher is a bad elf..."

After hearing this, Sirius jumped up instantly as if he was half burned by fire.

He strode forward, grabbed Kreacher's ear and pulled him up, his eyes flashing with rage and determination: "That's enough! Put away your crying tricks!"

His voice trembled with anger. "What did you say? Abandon—you bastard... Tell me the truth! Now! Why did Regulus die in that cave? What does this have to do with you!?"

Kreacher was pulled to tiptoe, but still turned his head away stubbornly.

And Sirius had seen this look too many times.