Chapter 1686

Hermione looked at the professor numbly. For a moment, she didn't know how to react. Did she hint at her murder?

Fortunately, Sirius came back, and behind him was a domestic elf with an abominable face, a head bowed and a constant murmur.

Super soldiers have super hearing, she can barely in the dead of night now, it seems to be saying all kinds of dirty words.

"The shame of the Black family... Taking outsiders home to pollute the house... Dealing with mud seeds... If your wife knew about it, she would be angry..."

fortunately, Sirius kicked the elf directly:

"shut up, kretcher!"

"Yes, master."

The old spirit shivered a few times on the side of the road and closed his mouth, but the vicious look in his eyes showed that the abuse in his heart never stopped.

Hermione took a close look.

The house elf had no clothes except a dirty rag around his waist. His skin seemed to be several times more than what he really needed. The whole elf was crumpled like a sand dog.

But his head was bare, his big ears like bats grew a lot of white hair, his eyes protruded and full of blood, and his fleshy nose was very big, almost like a pig's nose.

He answered Sirius in a voice as low as a bullfrog, like a man trapped in the bottom of a well.

Sirius took his elves to the roadside, lifted his long hair, and laughed apologetically at the master and apprentice:

"let's see, my elf is a freak brainwashed by my parents. He thinks about pure blood and other things every day. His greatest wish is to cut off his head and mount it on the board and hang it in his old house like his mother In the stairwell. "

For domestic elves, this is the highest honor, they will be too old to walk the road, to ask the host for this honor.

Only loyal and smart elves can have such qualifications, which means that their souls will always serve their masters, and their heads will become the decoration of their masters. The unique national conditions of Britain are here.

"It sounds morbid."

Hermione felt more sympathy for the elves. She couldn't help saying this, and at the same time cast a sympathetic look at the old elf.

But kretcher just glared at her and screamed, "Sirius master, cletcher is going back. The pariah here is insulting the Black family's glory to see me."

"Shut up! I said shut up! You Death Eater scum! The Black family has been dead for a long time. What's the glory? " Sirius scolded kretcher and rewarded him with a few feet. Finally, he was quiet.

Sirius felt that he had lost face, and more and more did not know what Professor Wilson wanted to see the madman spirit. He gasped for breath and recovered for a long time.

"Relax, Mr. Black." Su Ming squatted down and looked at the old-age elf who was obviously still smelling fragrance in his heart with great interest: "although he is a pervert, I like his loyalty very much."

"Isn't it all the same? He was so loyal that when I was a child, he always followed my mother's orders to watch me in case I did anything bad to my family

Sirius looked around, but there was no pedestrian at night. He continued:

"but guess what? When they knew that my stupid brother had joined the Death Eater, they had a feast at home to celebrate. I just didn't agree with Voldemort's idea, so they removed me from my family tree and drove me out of the house

Su Ming just responded with a polite smile in line with social cognition: "the purpose of our coming today is also related to your brother. He may not be what you think."

"Regullus?" Sirius was confused about his brother's name, but then his painful look was replaced by disgust: "I knew he would die, and within a few years after I was driven out of the house, I heard that he wanted to quit the Death Eater. But it's not a rowing club. You can quit if you want to, so they killed him

"This is the version you heard about." Su Ming was still very calm. He stood up and said, "but just now I was communicating with my students about the relationship between the truth and the public perception. Have you ever thought that your brother may be misunderstood just like you?"

Sirius was silent. If he was young, he would not believe it.

However, after so many years of being wrongly jailed, he was no longer as mindless as he used to be. He really thought about the words of the man he met for the first time.

The reason why he came back to the house for so long was that he talked with Dumbledore and other people. Old Deng did not want Professor Wilson to join the order of the Phoenix, but the principal told Sirius that he could be trusted.

"Really?"

After a long time, Sirius looked up at Su Ming, hoping to get a positive answer.If he used to have the best relationship with anyone at home, it was definitely not his sister, but his younger brother, who was only one year younger. He was a gentle person and never hurt anyone.

He joined the Death Eater only because his parents and family wanted him to join, that's all.

Sirius hated him more than he hated other Death Eaters. When he heard the news that his brother might be vindicated, he couldn't help feeling moved.

"Clencher is the one who has witnessed everything. He knows not only where regullus's body is, but also why he died."

Su Ming showed a grim smile and fixed his eyes on the shivering house elf.

Originally this little thing was quite arrogant, but after hanging the hidden host's shoulder and licking his teeth, he shrank behind Sirius' thigh.

"What?" Sirius picked up cletcher behind his legs and led them into a dark alley before hitting him on the wall: "what do you know?"?! Why don't you tell me

Clencher huddled together. He wanted to punish himself by hitting his head against the wall. However, Hermione quickly cast the spell without a stick, and stood still with his legs.

Big big tears came out of his eyes: "can't say, kretcher can't say! Master regullus told me not to tell anyone at home! I'm a bad spirit! Evil spirit! I didn't do what the little master told me

"I said he was very loyal, and I like this tough guy who asks questions and doesn't know." Su Ming smiles at Sirius and slowly spins the water bottle in his hand: "next, you order him to tell the secret in the name of Master Black? Or let my students give him a soul curse? "

Sirius showed a strange expression, and Hermione's cane free casting just scared him. This is not the level of a third grade girl.

Now more to say, she will not forgive the curse, how can Sirius calm down?

Looking at Hermione's reserved smile, she usually practices on some creatures?

How can we teach students like this? Does Dumbledore care?

Dark, too dark...

but when he thought that darkness was his own side, Sirius had no problem. He squatted down and looked at his family's most hated ELF:

"I order you, as heirs of the Black family, to tell you all about regullus."

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