Chapter 289

On the second floor of the renovated old black house, the shabby reception hall reveals the old scene under the reflection of the rising sun.

The fine dust is turning and shining in the light column projected from the window. There is a faint musty smell in the air, which seems to be rejecting everyone who comes here.

A long-term uninhabited house is a place to bury all the past. Even if we strive to dig out the countless bones, what we bring to people is nothing more than a heavy burden from many years ago.

At the moment, the heavy white bones dug out by Maka accumulated in Sirius's heart.

"Voldemort is a very conceited wizard. His conceit comes from strength... Of course, it may also come from his nature..."

"In short, he didn't tell anyone what he did at that time - that's for granted, because he wanted to gain the ability of 'immortality'."

"It's a dark magic, quite evil, from ancient times... Well, maybe earlier than that! I can't say more about this dark magic for the time being, but what I want to say is that he needs to hide something for this dark magic - in several places that others don't know."

"And one of the places is the place where he took clencher - he needs to find a 'worthless' creature to test whether the magic mechanism he left is perfect."

"Hum, worthless creature..." Sirius snorted coldly, "then why is this' worthless creature 'still here?"

"Of course, of course..." Maka turned her head and looked down at clencher. "Just because he was' worthless', Voldemort ignored a simple fact - there was a decisive difference between the magic of domestic elves and that of wizards."

At this point, Maka seemed to think of something funny and said with a smile: "if Voldemort took an ordinary wizard as a test tool, you may not hear the story now - kreiche escaped back and used a simple 'phantom shift'."

When talking about the word "simple", Maka couldn't help but smoke from the corners of her mouth.

"Do you mean that there is magic in that place that forbids phantom movement?" Sirius sneered. "It's really 'Voldemort'. Like most pure blood wizards, he is conceited and arrogant. Even the wizard group should be divided into three or six or nine grades, not to mention the domestic elves..."

"Yes, that's right," said Marca. "So clencher went home and came back here..." as he was saying, he turned the topic again, "by the way, Sirius... I don't know if you're interested in understanding why clencher came back?"

"Didn't you run for your life? What's so strange -"

Sirius was suddenly stunned and frowned at Kreacher, but Kreacher still closed his eyes, as if he were a small statue.

"It seems you've noticed how a house elf can 'run for his life'?" said Marca. "The reason why kliche came back --"

"You don't have to say," Sirius suddenly became agitated. "Is that what you want to tell me? The relationship between Regulus and a domestic elf?"

"Of course it's more than that," Marca turned to look at him. "To tell you the truth, your brother's magic talent may not be strong, but his pursuit of magic is steady and persistent."

"What do you mean?" Sirius wondered.

Marka pointed to the name at the bottom of the tapestry and said word by word:

"The 'stupid brother' in your mouth, Regulus artuklus black, is probably the first wizard in the world to discover Voldemort's' immortality 'mystery..." Maka repeated in an aggravated tone, "the first!"

Sirius turned his head and looked at the familiar and strange name pointed by Maka. His boredom became more and more intense.

"So what," Sirius waved angrily and shouted, "Regulus was a coward who would only agree with his parents and family since childhood. He was cowardly and had no opinion. What others say is what..."

"... he discovered Voldemort's secret and was killed. This ridiculous ending... Hum... Is very consistent with his weak and useless character, isn't it?"

With that, Sirius suddenly clenched his right hand and hit the name of the tapestry with a hard punch. With this blow, the dust on the tapestry fell and flew away in the sunrise.

"Yes! Killed by Voldemort... As far as the result is concerned, it can also be said." Maka nodded as if in agreement, but continued, "but... As far as the process is concerned, his death is worth remembering."

"What?" Sirius suddenly turned his head, and the blood in his eyes loomed.

"As like as two peas, he had to take him to the place once, and then replace it with the same fakes."

"And then?" Sirius seemed to understand something. He grabbed Marca's arm tightly and almost roared out.

"Then?" Marca let Sirius grab his arm and shrugged. "Of course, he ordered Klee to cut back! Just like he ordered Klee to cut back before - you know, domestic elves can't resist their master's orders."

In Sirius's gaze, Maka calmly said, "as for your brother, he can't escape - Voldemort's magic can't be escaped by an ordinary wizard."

Sirius was silent, and his hand holding Maka gradually loosened. The trembling hand didn't know whether it was the spasm caused by excessive force or something else

Maka pulled out her arm, grinned and rubbed it, and then turned her eyes to the tapestry; Sirius hung his head and his long, messy hair covered his eyes, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

At this moment, the appearance of Sirius was strikingly similar to that of clencher standing behind.

For a long time, Sirius suddenly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "where is that place?"

"Look! That's one of the reasons why I kept it from you," Marca said calmly without looking at him. "What do you want? Do you want to get your brother's bones back? Or do you want to get what your brother left to Voldemort?"

"I can't leave my brother in that damn place!" cried Sirius.

"It's meaningless," said Marca. "Why do you think Regulus ordered Kreacher to keep this secret all the time, and why did he order Kreacher not to let anyone in the Black family know?"

"I don't care about that!" said Sirius crazily. "Isn't it danger? When was Sirius afraid of danger? I -"

"Don't you understand?" Marca pulled Sirius's collar and stared into his eyes. "Your brother, he's afraid! He's afraid that it will be known by your stupid brother!"

"Up to now, we can't know whether Regulus had any other ideas when he joined the death eaters. Maybe he was proud of pure blood, or maybe he was for some other reason..." Maka said carefully, "but at least, his last order must have been set for your brother."

"He knows that you are impulsive, reckless and brainless. You can be desperate for an idea. Once you know it, you will go!"

"But... What's the use of your going?" Marca said impolitely. "You can only do bad things! Only when Voldemort doesn't know, can it exert the greatest effect at the critical moment."

"... Sirius, do you understand?"

After that, Marca loosened Sirius's collar and tidied it for him, and walked to the door without looking back.

At this time, in this dilapidated living room, only two lonely figures, one big and one small, were left. They stood where they were, allowing their hearts to become heavier and heavier.

This is a silent confession sent by a brother to a brother more than ten years apart!

Maka was right. Regulus' ideas had been buried by the dust of history. With only a few words left, what he could gain was only speculation without evidence.

But even if it's just a guess, it's also a guess that touches the true meaning. It's a guess that gives new meaning to the words left by the dead.

For the dead, this guess may be just a "lie" full of mistakes; But for the living, this "lie" represents "Hope".

Some people say that in this world, there are only two professions that can give meaning to the dead's past - detective and liar.

Only detectives can dig them out of the grave and sort them out as "truth"; Only liars can make them distorted in the grave and turn them into "lies".

And Marca is a great writer out and out... Ah, no, I mean... "Great liar".

At the end of the living room, the bright sunrise brought a trace of warmth to the room.

"Regulus..." Sirius stroked the name on the tapestry and said weakly, "you are so stupid... You are so... Stupid..."

Behind him, clencher, the domestic elf, knelt down on the dusty carpet, and crystal tears flowed from his closed eyes.

He kept banging his head on the carpet, "Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang.

Looking out of the window, the sun has unwittingly climbed into the air, wantonly emitting its light and heat, but it can not dispel the gloom in the hearts of two different creatures, big and small.