Chapter 138 Sirius: Why Don’t You Just Die?

"holy shit!" Tonks was shocked by what she saw.

Her height of 167cm suddenly jumped to 1.82m; her bubble gum pink hair turned gray-brown; her pair of A's instantly bulged to become E's; her masculine tough features suddenly became delicate and pretty; the color on her skin faded, turning from wheat color to fair.

She was a natural Metamorphmagus, and she could freely control her facial features, body shape, and hair color when she was still a baby.

She used her ability to turn her hair black and skin black as soon as she was born, almost making her father think that her mother had cheated.

In the process of growing up, she often changed her face when her mood was unstable, causing many troubles.

But after the age of 11, her Metamorphmagus ability tended to be stable.

She could even change into someone else in seconds without taking the Polyjuice Potion based on the impression in her mind.

It was also because of this that she got full marks in the Auror's entrance examination for stealth.

She thought that no matter how big the matter was, she would not change her face like she did when she was a child.

Just like before, when she learned that her cousin Sirius was released from prison and his injustice was vindicated, she did not change in the slightest, and the ends of her hair did not change color.

But today, she was scared to her original form.

As a witch who aspires to become an excellent Auror, she sacrificed a lot.

Her height, pretty face, and hot body that stood out among women were all abandoned one by one.

She became a tomboy like Madam Hooch.

But even so, she was still not valued in the department because of her gender.

She could not go out on field trips like other colleagues, and could only sit in her own small cubicle in the Auror's office on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic to do some clerical work.

The photos of wanted dark wizards on the partition were almost frayed by her.

"Walter White? A genius criminal potion master who sells controlled potions?"

"Gustavo Flynn? The leader of a wild wizard group that roams around the country and kills people?"

"Mike Ermenshot? A former Auror who disappeared for years after killing his boss and several colleagues?"

Tonks' voice trembled.

These notorious criminals that haunted her were packed in front of her cubicle.

When other colleagues were out on field work.

Finally, her bleak career began to see the light.

Who was the equally frustrated and elegant uncle she saw at Sirius not long ago?

And that seemingly ambiguous invitation, now she has forgotten it all.

What's the point of dating? Isn't it better to work on your career?

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No. 12, Grimmauld Place, the old Black House.

A cave-like deep room surrounded by rough stone walls.

Most of the light comes from a large fireplace at the end of the room.

The smoke from the pipe filled the air, like the smoke on the battlefield. The heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the black ceiling looked hideous and horrible in the smoke.

On the long wooden table, parchment rolls, ink bottles, quills and several plates of rich food were scattered.

Lupin and Sirius sat opposite each other, staring at the stove in a daze.

Hey!

Sirius moved his chair because he hadn't changed his posture for too long.

He coughed awkwardly, "It seems that I guessed wrong."

At the Black family party three days ago, Narcissa, Andromeda's family, he and Lupin had dinner in this room.

He noticed that Andromeda's daughter Tonks had secretly looked at Lupin many times.

And Lupin also secretly looked at Tonks.

So, when Andromeda and her husband Ted were chatting with Narcissa, he invited Tonks.

The excuse was that Lupin was about to teach at Hogwarts, and he wanted to learn about the latest situation of Hogwarts from her who had just graduated a few years ago.

The time was today. At that time, Tonks' attitude was ambiguous, but she was clearly moved and wanted to agree.

So, he promised Lupin yesterday, "Tonks is also interested in you. She will definitely show up at the lunch party tomorrow."

As a result, until now.

1:30 p.m.

Tonks's shadow has not appeared.

She didn't even write a letter saying that she couldn't come today because of something.

"This is normal. She is an Auror. Maybe she has been investigating my identity these two days and found out that I am a werewolf."

"She may not mind being friends with a werewolf. But no one wants to be a lover." Lupin sighed.

Maybe he should focus all his attention on preparing the lesson plan for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Remus." Sirius didn't know how to comfort him.

Then, there was a loud crackling sound, and the sound of scuffling and screaming filled the originally silent room.

Sirius looked closely and saw two house elves rolling on the floor in the middle of the ward.

One was wearing an old pillowcase with several holes cut on the arms and legs.

The other had a dirty rag wrapped around his butt.

"Dobby? Kreacher?" Sirius asked in surprise.

After returning from prison, he was surprised to find that Kreacher was still alive.

But it was crazy and listened to the instructions of the portrait of Sirius's equally crazy mother.

It ignored him at all. Even if it had to communicate, it kept calling him an unfilial son and a bastard.

Because of the death of that guy Lucius Malfoy, he and Narcissa were reconciled.

During a dinner party at Black's old house, they were surprised to find that the old guy was sober when facing Narcissa, could prepare delicious food, and kept the house very clean. Open your mouth and shut it, it’s Miss Sissi.

And Narcissa's family happened to have a crazy elf named Dobby, who wanted so-called freedom and was unwilling to work for a family like Malfoy's.

But when facing him, Dobby became normal again. Just like Kreacher faced Narcissa. Say he is a hero, a hero who sacrificed his life for the great Harry Potter.

So, he and Narcissa exchanged elves.

He thought he would never have to see Kreacher again in this life, but he didn't expect to see it again today, and it started fighting with Dobby.

"Despicable Kreacher! How dare you steal Sirius's property! And insult him!" Dobby's protruding green eyes were filled with anger.

"That's not the property of an unfilial son! Kreacher can say whatever he wants to his former master, that's right. What former master? The young master is a nasty, ungrateful bastard who broke his mother's heart - "Kreacher's big, fleshy nose, almost like a pig's, twitched.

Then he lamented, "Oh, my poor mistress, oh, what a shame, werewolf, half-blood bastard, poor old Kreacher, what can he do? If she knows something underground, if she knows what the young master has done What would she say to old Kreacher if such scum got into her house?"

They didn't hear what Kreacher's mistress was going to say, because at this moment Dobby shoved his little lumpy fist into Kreacher's mouth, knocking out half of his teeth.

Sirius and Lupine stood up together.

The two elves were pulled apart, but they were still trying to kick each other.

Sirius was a little impatient, "You two, stop it! I forbid you to fight anymore!"

Dobby raised his wrinkled little face, "Dobby is willing to obey the orders of the great hero!"

Sirius facepalmed, "I'm not a hero!"

Kreacher reluctantly put down his clenched fist, "Master is no longer Kreacher's master. But Miss Sissi ordered me to obey the orders of the prodigal son."

Lupine looked at Kreacher's bruised face and asked gently, "Are you okay?"

Kreacher gasped, as if he saw something dirty, and quickly turned his head, "Kreacher doesn't talk to dirty beasts."

Lupine was not angry. "Dirty beast" was already considered a more elegant term for him.

But Sirius was very angry, "Shut up! Kreacher! You dirty, old and stupid elf! Tell me what you took!"

Sirius actually didn't care about the so-called property of the Black family.

If Lu Ping hadn't advised him to be diligent and thrifty, he would have thrown away those valuable rubbish.

Kreacher's eyes, which were always showing contempt, suddenly closed, and he began to tremble and sway.

He hissed, "The gold locket."

Seeing Kreacher's painful expression, Sirius raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Oh, what's the origin of it?"

He had long wanted to teach this crazy elf a lesson, and this was obviously a good opportunity.

Lupine wanted to stop him, but Sirius stopped him with his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Kreacher shook his head, "Kreacher was ordered not to speak."

The joy in Sirius's eyes became even greater, "Neither can I? Your Miss Sissi, your current master has said that you must listen to me. And I am now the heir to the Black family. I am also your former master. "

Kreacher gasped for air, his withered chest heaving rapidly, then he opened his eyes and let out a blood-curdling scream.

"That's Master Regulus's locket. Kreacher made a mistake. Kreacher failed to carry out Master's order!"

The next second, Kreacher rushed towards the poker standing by the stove.

Sirius anticipated Kreacher's move, "Dobby stop it!"

Dobby held down Kreacher, who cried feebly.

The smile on Sirius' face disappeared and his face turned pale, "Kreacher, I order you not to move!"

Kreacher lay straight on the cold stone floor, tears pouring from his sunken eye sockets.

Sirius swallowed, his voice hoarse, "Is the young master you are talking about Regulus?"

"Yes!" the elf shouted, tears flowing down his long nose into his grinning mouth, and a set of gray teeth could be seen, "That locket belongs to Master Regulus!"

"You said that the locket was 'Master Regulus'," Sirius clenched his fists, "Why? Where did it come from? What does Regulus have to do with it? He died because of this "Kreacher, sit up and tell me everything you know about the locket and Regulus' relationship with it!"

The elf sat up, curled up into a ball, put his wet face between his knees, and began to rock back and forth.

When he spoke, his voice was low and muffled, but audible in the quiet, echoing kitchen.

"Master Sirius ran away, and it would be better if he left, because he was a bad boy, and his unruly behavior broke my mistress's heart. But Master Regulus has self-respect, and he knows the name Black and his What does pure blood mean? For many years, he often talked about the Dark Lord, who wanted wizards to no longer have to hide and could come out to rule Muggles and their descendants... When Master Regulus was sixteen. , joined the Dark Lord's organization, he is so proud, so proud, so happy to be able to serve..."

"A year later, one day, Master Regulus came to visit Kreacher in the kitchen. Master Regulus has always liked Kreacher. Master Regulus said... He said..." The old elf shook. Gotta go faster.

"...He said the Dark Lord wanted an elf."

"Voldemort wants an elf?" Sirius and Lupine looked at each other, confusion written in their eyes.

How could Voldemort ask for a mere house elf from his loyal heir to the Black family.

"Oh, yes," Kreacher said bitterly, "Master Regulus contributed to Kreacher. It is an honor, Master Regulus said, an honor for himself and Kreacher. Kreacher must go Do whatever the Dark Lord wants him to do...and go home."

Kreacher shook faster, his breathing turning into sobs.

"So Kreacher went to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord didn't tell Kreacher what to do, but took Kreacher to a cave by the sea. It was a big cave, and there was a big black lake in the cave..."

The hair on the back of Sirius' neck stood up and his eyes began to moisten.

He had already guessed that this was where Regulus died.

Kreacher's hoarse voice seemed to come from the black water.

He saw the scene as if he had experienced it himself.

"...there is a boat..."

"There is a stone basin on the island, filled with magic potion. The Dark Lord asked Kreacher to drink it..."

The elf was trembling all over.

"Kreacher drank, and saw many horrific scenes while drinking... Kreacher's internal organs were on fire... Kreacher called Master Regulus to save him, and called the mistress, but the Dark Lord just laughed... …He forced Kreacher to drink up all the potion…He threw a locket into the empty basin…and filled the basin with potion.”

"Then the Dark Lord got on the boat and left, leaving Kreacher on the island..."

Sirius seemed to be able to see that scene.

He saw Voldemort's pale snake face disappearing into the darkness, his red eyes staring coldly at the writhing elf in pain.

The elf would die in a few minutes, but he couldn't imagine how this could be related to Regulus's death.

"Kreacher needed water. He climbed to the edge of the island to drink the water from the black lake...Many hands, dead hands, stretched out from the water and dragged Kreacher down..."

"You escaped?" Sirius asked, not surprised to hear that his own voice was a whisper.

Kreacher raised his ugly head and looked at Sirius with his big bloodshot eyes.

"Master Regulus said he wanted Kreacher to come home," he said.

Sirius began to be unable to suppress his anger, "Is it because of this? The escape of a despicable elf? Voldemort found out that you were still alive and killed him? My stupid brother - Regulus?"

"Why don't you die?"