Chapter 472 A Hymn of Loyalty

"Kreacher!" Sirius' voice was filled with uncontrollable depression, and the shout echoed in the air.

His eyes were as sharp as a cheetah, staring at the old house-elf in the mirror. The house-elf that once belonged to the Black family, which he regarded as a piece of mud, has become a sharp boomerang.

Although Kreacher's body is still hunched, and the traces of time are engraved on its face, there is a trace of imperceptible vitality in his eyes, as if it is ignited by some new hope. It is wearing new clothes and standing next to Roger, looking extremely confident.

"Humph!" Sirius snorted, and an indescribable anger surged in his heart. He cursed secretly, his tone full of contempt: "A slave of a pure-blood wizard!"

Harry pulled Sirius's sleeve and asked curiously: "Is it the elf of the Black family?"

"The Black family doesn't have such an elf!" Sirius' tone was full of resentment, "It's just a pure-blooded slave and has never really acknowledged me as its master. I'm sure it was it that leaked the secret about Regulus to Roger!"

He clenched his fists and hammered the table hard, "But it never told me anything about Regulus in front of me. In the ", in the mirror, Rogge's mouth raised a cunning smile. He whispered softly, with a hint of provocation in his tone:" Voldemort, do you feel anxious at this moment? The coercion of Clehiri survived, but Leicus died. You won't be naive to think that the Horcrity is safe? "When the wizards watched the live broadcast heard the news of the Horcruis, the eyes were scared. In addition to the diary, Voldemort also arranged a lot of back hands. "Now, let Cleche tell us about Mr. Legulus." Rogg slowly retreated from the magic mirror, and his voice gradually dissipated in the air with his steps. Kreacher was silent for a moment, and recalled the past with a trembling voice: "One year after Master Regulus joined the Death Eaters, late one night, he quietly went downstairs to the kitchen and found Kreacher. He... he said..."

Its old body shook with memories, and the surrounding scene changed with the narration, transforming into the familiar kitchen of the Black ancestral home. Roger waved his wand lightly, pointing to the phantom of Regulus, who then walked towards Kreacher.

"Master said that the Dark Lord needs a house elf." Kreacher stared at Regulus' pale face, thinking of the scene of him sinking to the bottom of the water, and couldn't help sobbing.

"Master Regulus took the initiative to recommend Kreacher. He said it was an honor, an honor that belonged to him and Kreacher. Kreacher must do whatever the Dark Lord ordered, and then... go home..."

Its body trembled more violently, and his sobs gradually turned into uncontrollable sobs. Regulus's phantom gradually dissipated in a breeze, while Roger's wand guided a cloak to slowly descend from the sky.

Some people in the audience were frightened by the sudden black shadow and screamed, because the cloak waving in the air would remind people of Voldemort's floating figure in the air.

"Kreacher came to the Dark Lord, and he did not tell Kreacher what to do, but took Kreacher to the seaside..."

As Kreacher narrated, the floor turned into a turbulent sea. Behind Kreacher, the table became the only support in the ocean. Under the effect of the floating spell, it slowly moved over and finally stopped beside Kreacher.

"The cave by the sea is very deep, and there is a big black lake below. You can't see anything..." It paused and lowered its voice, as if recalling that terrifying experience, "But there is a boat there."

Voldemort, who was watching the live broadcast, was restless and paced back and forth in the room anxiously. He suddenly stopped in front of the mirror, his neck stretched forward, his blood-red eyes staring at Kreacher in the mirror. An unsettling hissing sound came out of his mouth, like a poisonous snake ready to attack examining its prey.

"Master..." Little Barty wanted to say something, but Voldemort stopped him with his hand.

He stood in front of the mirror, listening quietly, wanting to know what the traitor Regulus did later.

"The boat was green, small, and enchanted." Kreacher described the horrific scene in his memory and its purpose: "I was taken to the island in the middle of the lake by the Dark Lord, and he ordered me to drink all the potion in the basin."

As Kreacher described, Roger used his wand to shape the green boat and the stone potion basin, allowing the audience to immerse themselves in Kreacher's story more immersively.

"Kreacher drank it, and then saw something terrible... Kreacher felt like his body was engulfed by flames." Its crying became more intense, and its aging body became more hunched.

"The Dark Lord forced Kreacher to finish the potion and put a box in the bottom of the potion basin. Then, the potion basin was full again, and he sailed away alone."

"Kreacher needs water..." It seemed that he wanted to continue to say something, but Roger interrupted at the right time, "The magic of house elves is different from that of wizards. Kreacher used Apparition and escaped back home."

"At that time, Regulus was still Kreacher's master. Kreacher acted according to Voldemort's orders and finally obeyed Regulus's request to go home." Roger showed a trace of respect on his face, patted Kreacher's shoulder gently, and praised its loyalty: "Perhaps, some people will accuse Kreacher of stupidity and think how can it help Voldemort?"

"But they are just house elves, the most loyal helpers of wizards." Roger raised his voice a few degrees, pointed his wand at the starry sky above his head, and a beam of bright light illuminated Kreacher's short figure.

"For centuries, house elves have been the most loyal servants of wizards. Perhaps there are some with strange brain circuits. But it is undeniable that they will never betray their masters."

When Harry heard this, he immediately understood that the "strange brain circuit guy" that Roger was referring to was Dobby. He had an impulse in his heart, wanting to rush into the mirror and tell the other party that Dobby was not like that at all.

Dobby is unique, and its loyalty and courage surpass any house elf.

"Let me tell everyone about Regulus' death." Roger sighed softly and motioned Kreacher to rest aside.

There was a heaviness in his voice, because the next words would carry Regulus' sacrifice and glory.

"After Kreacher returned, Regulus learned everything Voldemort had done. He wanted to know the truth about the box." Roger's eyes became sharp, and he took out a beautiful box from his arms. "After a while, Regulus realized that Voldemort was completely different from what he imagined, so he decided to let Kreacher take him to the cave."

"Kreacher summoned a boat and went to the island in the middle of the lake with him." Roger turned slightly sideways, allowing the audience's vision to penetrate the mirror and see the phantom of Regulus stepping on the isolated island.

As Roger narrated, the phantom began to reenact Regulus's behavior that year: "He stood beside the stone basin and drank the potion in it spoonful by spoonful."

"He knelt on the ground in extreme pain, holding the stone basin tightly with one hand, and vowed to drink all the potions and destroy Voldemort's conspiracy." Roger sighed softly, thinking that Voldemort's hairless boiled egg head was definitely abnormal.

If the Horcrux was left for resurrection, it should be placed in a place where it is easier to obtain. Instead of hiding in an undetectable cave, he also arranged obstacles such as the Inferi and potions.

"He drank all the potions until the stone basin was empty, and Voldemort's hidden box reappeared." Roger said as he took out his box and replaced the one in the stone basin, "Kreacher replaced Voldemort's Horcrux, and then the potion in the stone basin was filled again."

He turned his eyes to the edge of the island, and Regulus's phantom was being dragged into the abyss of the Black Lake by countless pale hands. At this time, the audience was focused on the stone basin and the box, and no one noticed that Regulus's phantom was in danger.

"The potion in the stone basin is not fatal, but it can bring unimaginable pain." Roger's wand tip flashed with a soft light, pointing to Regulus's figure in the lake, "The Inferi in the Black Lake dragged him underwater and eventually took his life."

As his words fell, Regulus's phantom extinguished. The studio fell into silence, and the wizards outside the mirror were also shocked by this tragedy and choked with speechlessness.

Dumbledore wiped his eyes gently with his sleeve. He had never thought that the youngest son of the Black family had already seen through Voldemort's conspiracy. He thought to himself that if he had paid more attention to that child, perhaps the course of history would be completely different.

At No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of the Black family was immersed in a painful silence. Tonks leaned over the table, her sobs echoing in the quiet room, mourning for her uncle whom she had never met, and his youth would always stay at the age of 18.

In the picture frame on the wall, Mrs. Black had lost her former majesty and vitality, and her empty eyes stared at the mirror below. She couldn't accept that her most beloved son ended his life in such tragic pain. For fifteen years, no one knew about his sacrifice. He was like an ant on the ground, ruthlessly trampled to death, but no one cared.

Sirius' eyes were bloodshot. He didn't say a word, rushed out of the door, and rushed towards the Ministry of Magic. Maybe he wanted to question Kreacher, or maybe he wanted it to take him to the black lake.

"Kreacher brought back the box." Roger's voice slowly sounded, breaking the silence and temporarily pulling everyone out of their sorrow. "That was Slytherin's locket, a relic that Salazar Slytherin wanted to leave to the academy."

"For reasons that are well known to all, it was taken away by Salazar and left to the descendants of the Gaunt family." He gently opened the locket to show everyone that there was nothing inside, "Don't worry, it's just a replica."

"Kreacher hid Voldemort's Horcrux in the Black family because he couldn't destroy it." Roger's words revealed Kreacher's helplessness and loyalty, and also made everyone have a deeper understanding of the courage and sacrifice of this house elf.

When the news spread throughout the wizarding world through the Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror, Voldemort immediately issued an order to his men: "Follow me."

At the same time, in the Black ancestral home, everyone nervously drew out their wands. Lupin, Moody and Tonks protected Harry in the middle, and Moody's magic eye quickly turned, scanning every corner of the entire mansion.

Roger deliberately slowed down for half a beat, and then said: "I have taken Slytherin's locket away."

Voldemort stood at the door, heard the voice in the mirror behind him, and stood there awkwardly, neither advancing nor retreating.

"The Slytherin locket is used to protect the most important things. Obviously, Mr. Voldemort doesn't have such a thing." Roger said sarcastically, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. "That Horcrux has been purified, just like Riddle's diary, it has lost the ability to resurrect forever." He stretched out his hand and counted with his fingers like a primary school student doing math problems: "To date, we have found many Horcruxes." "Riddle's diary was made by Voldemort after he killed Myrtle and was burned after being judged by the wizarding world." The audience smiled knowingly because many people participated in the Thanksgiving trial. At that time, it seemed that some house elves died... "Hufflepuff's gold cup was made by Voldemort after he graduated and killed his clients. It was once hidden in the vault of the Lestrange family, but now it has been taken out and purified." Voldemort's eyes twitched slightly, and he remembered that he was the one who gave the vault to Roger. Borgin and Burke in Knockturn Alley trembled involuntarily, because Voldemort worked for him after graduation, and he was afraid that Roger would reveal his name.

"The diadem of Ravenclaw. When I helped Miss Ghost Helena find it, I found something dirty in it. Yes, it is also Voldemort's Horcrux, and it has been completely purified."

Voldemort listened to Roger listing his "achievements", and his pale face turned red because of the surge of blood.

"Of course, there is also the pendant box that Mr. Regulus exchanged his life for, and it has also been purified." Roger's voice was calm and firm.

He heard a noise outside the door, but he didn't care. Instead, he continued, "Three of these four Horcruxes are related to Hogwarts."

"To be more precise, they all come from the relics of other founders besides Gryffindor."

"But don't worry, Gryffindor's sword is definitely not a Horcrux." Roger smiled brightly, and said in a half-joking tone, "Maybe it's because Gryffindor himself is insulated from magic."

"Insulated from magic?" Daphne was a little puzzled, what does this mean.

Miss Percy explained softly, "According to historical records, Gryffindor himself was a rough man who didn't like to use magic."

In the principal's office, when Dumbledore heard this, the smile on his face stagnated slightly, and he shook his head helplessly, "Severus, your students are better than you. In such a short time, they found three more Horcruxes."

Snape remained silent, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, secretly betraying his happy heart.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly and began to recall the clues that had been ignored. He even put his head in the Pensieve and looked at everything from a bystander's perspective.

He remembered the scene when Grindelwald gave Hufflepuff's gold cup to Professor Sprout when he joined the company. Since then, Grindelwald has been dealing with Voldemort's Horcrux. Also, Miss Helena in the Room of Requirement... Countless clues emerged in his mind, and Dumbledore's eyes flashed with wisdom.

"Gail, thank you." He murmured in a low voice, sincerely grateful to his old friend for helping behind the scenes.

In fact, Tom also coveted the Sword of Gryffindor. But it was hidden so well that he couldn't find out any news at all.

Dumbledore subconsciously thought of Roger, praising Gryffindor in a joking tone, while holding the sword and not returning it.

"What a troublesome little guy." Dumbledore smiled kindly and said to Snape calmly, "Do you have any news about the cave by the sea?"

Snape shook his head, "He never told me about Horcruxes. However, in addition to the house-elves of the Black family, I have also seen those of the Malfoy family."

"Dobby?" Dumbledore thought of the graves in the back mountain and instantly understood why Voldemort chose Kreacher.

No matter what the position of the wizard is, no one can deny Kreacher's loyalty to his master. Even Voldemort and death cannot shake his will.

Snape nodded, then looked at the scene in the mirror again, "In fact, I am very curious why Regulus betrayed Voldemort."

"If it weren't for Roger getting Kreacher from the black dog, this secret might never be discovered."

"Yes." Dumbledore's tone was filled with a hint of fear. He knew that if any of the Horcruxes were let go, Voldemort might come back.

"If I were dead by then, could Harry still stop him?" He thought to himself, and remembered Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

Dumbledore was convinced that even if he died, Harry could completely destroy Voldemort. But now, he must not tell Harry anything. Because Voldemort could steal his thoughts through the soul fragments in Harry's brain.

Dumbledore said in a firm voice: "Regulus is a true hero..."

However, before he finished speaking, a new change appeared in the mirror. A big black dog half a person's height suddenly knocked away the Auror who was blocking the way and rushed directly into the studio.

"Black!" Percy drew out his wand, his face full of anger, expecting the Minister to issue an arrest order.

Amelia shook her head slightly, and signaled all the Aurors to retreat with her eyes. As the only male in the Black family and Regulus's elder brother, Sirius had a necessity to be here.

If he didn't come, who would receive the medal awarded to Regulus later?

"Kreacher, why didn't you tell me earlier!" Sirius pounced on Kreacher fiercely, and his sharp front claws seemed to tear him apart.

Rogge appeared behind Sirius, hooked his arm, and firmly strangled his throat.

"Sir, you made your own choice." Rogge's calm voice reached Sirius' ears, "Who made you excommunicate by your own mother."