The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The end of August was the most painful time for them. In addition to looking for the Horcrux that was close at hand, Cyrus had to go out to make inspections from time to time, and after a while, he had to test the protective magic of the museum.

Now the whole of London is in a moment of extreme vigilance in the dark, and the Prime Minister is not worried for a moment that those Death Eaters will suddenly emerge from the ground.

"But there are so many Death Eaters, we can't know the name of every Death Eater, not to mention, some are still hiding in the dark, not as famous as the Malfoy family..." Cyrus said.

But it was not without gains, because Harry's reminder made Sirius think of something.

"ra...b?" he muttered, "if it's a Death Eater, I know one"

Sirius' eyes were glazed, and his whole body was immersed in memories. For him, this abbreviation seemed to be buried in the deepest part of his memory, and it was the one he was least willing to mention.

Because he spoke intermittently, with some rare sadness.

"My brother Regulus Arcturus Black," said Sirius, "believe me, before Voldemort showed his madness, many people were in favor of maintaining the purity of wizarding blood ... and he was the first batch"

He spread out the most recent "Daily Prophet", and the most printed content on it is the blood theory:

Preserve the purity of wizarding blood, get rid of Muggle-borns, and let pure-bloods take power.

In fact, this is not the first time that Sirius mentioned his younger brother, but even before facing Harry, he only introduced him in a hurry. If it wasn't for the Horcrux, the next time he mentioned it might be the introduction on the tombstone.

"He's the same as Bella... no, he was an even fanatical idiot than Narcissa and Bella!"

In this regard, Sirius was very unwilling to believe that such a fanatic would be the one who hid Voldemort's Horcrux.

"But he was killed by Voldemort in the end!"

"It's also possible that he was killed at Voldemort's orders, Harry...you can't just hand in a resignation report to Voldemort, especially when you're so terrified to quit because of what he's doing."

Either work hard for life, or die.

Cyrus opened the locket and threw the yellowed parchment in front of Sirius.

"As one of the earliest Death Eaters, he is more likely to come into contact with Horcruxes!" Cyrus cheered up immediately, "Look at...the name and handwriting..."

"This...that's impossible?!" Sirius pulled his face down, as if unwilling to admit the fact, "I can recognize his handwriting, I can recognize...but it's impossible, the most things he keeps are about Voldemort's!"

But Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and he suddenly realized that it was the right choice for Sirius to replace Lupine and Tonks by his side.

'I'd risk my life for you to meet a mortal man of flesh and blood when you hit your opponent. '

Sirius Black had never known this, and while Harry was skeptical too, he couldn't help but cling to the rare hope.

"Does he have this box?" Cyrus shook the fake locket in front of him, "Or, have you ever seen him take it?"

"No, never, I never go to his room," Sirius said with disgust in his eyes, "even the dusting is Kreacher's job... His room only has fanatic clippings"

"The main thing is... the motive? Why would he want revenge? Just because Voldemort made Horcruxes?"

Dumbledore thought for a while and said calmly: "It seems that we have to go to 12 Grimmauld Place, but before that, Black, you call Kreacher here first."

In the Black family, only Sirius was left now.

No matter how unpopular he was with his family, he still shouted "Kreacher" loudly, and then impatiently sweared into the air, even mixed with Muggle-specific slang.

But nothing happened, the house-elf belonging to the Black family did not appear as expected.

"Looks like he doesn't even want to hear..."

Before Blake finished speaking, suddenly the gate of the museum seemed to be hit by something, as if a naughty child was smashing the gate with a stone.

Cyrus knocked on the door with his wand, and the kobold statue waiting beside the pharaoh opened the door, and a gray shadow rushed in instantly, and then slid along the ground.

It didn't stop until it hit a table leg.

A house-elf was wearing tattered clothes, no different from the dirty rag in his hand, and there was a huge bag on his forehead, which seemed to have just been knocked out by a door.

"Aha~ Kreacher was called by the last little master of the Black family again." It squealed and looked around, "He was cleaning the mistress' bedroom just now, and now his feet are still stained by Muggles!"

It lowered its head and came to stand in front of Sirius with great reluctance.

"Kreacher, I want to ask something about...about Regulus..." Sirius couldn't help clenching his hands when he mentioned the name.

"Master" Kreacher bowed and said hoarsely, "Called Kreacher to come to an unknown place, and brought a group of... Mudblood friends? If Kreacher can't get in again, he will smash his head... "

Muttering in his mouth: "I want to talk about Master Regulus again."

"There's no 'Mudblood' here, I forbid you to say those words!" Sirius yelled at it roughly.

Kreacher raised his head and just looked at him with contemptuous eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of dusty garbage in Black's old house.

Although Cyrus didn't dislike house elves too much, he had to say that this Black elf in front of him was really not cute, compared to Stuart and Dobby...

"Did you ever see such a locket when you cleaned Regulus' room?" Sirius said, pointing at Cyrus.

"Yes" Klee cherishes words like gold.

Hermione could see a look of joy on Cyrus' face.

"Is it still there?" Sirius didn't seem to expect the matter to be so simple, he ordered coldly, "Then bring it here immediately...I need it now"

In the next second, Kreacher closed his eyes, then suddenly trembled and gasped for breath.

Immediately afterwards, it kowtowed crazily to the hard tile floor. Every time it raised its head, it would stare fiercely at Sirius, and then slam it down hard.

After Hermione saw red blood stains on the yellow-white ground, Kreacher was tied up with a string of ropes.

"It's gone...Master Regulus' locket!" It twisted its body, and its painful scream pierced everyone's eardrums, and even the statue beside it cast an angry look.

Gone? !

"What...is gone!" Harry said, struggling to get up from his chair, his eyes widening.

"Because of Mundungus, the master likes to take those dirty things home and treat them as friends," Kreacher hissed, and it didn't take long before he broke free from Hermione's restraint, "The mistress' gloves, Miss Sissy's The photos... were all stolen!"

Its eyes were full of viciousness, if it weren't for the "law" engraved in the bones of the house elves, it might explode in the next second.

But Kreacher couldn't hurt his master, so he could only frantically think of ways to torture himself.

"But the master didn't take it seriously, so Kreacher could only grit his teeth and watch Mundungus hide those things in his pocket bit by bit... really embarrassing the Black family!"

Sirius blushed and turned pale, and when Cyrus looked over with questioning eyes, he explained.

"Mundungus is used to doing this... Besides, I don't care about those rubbish things..." The further back, the less confident he was.

Sirius just doesn't care...he hates the whole family so he never cares, and if these things can be exchanged for money to help Mundungus, that's better than being an eyesore.

But when he really said it in front of Dumbledore, he completely lost the previous rebelliousness.