Chapter 165 Kreacher
This corridor happened to be near the Slytherin dormitories.
"There are no professors patrolling nearby, you can go straight back to your dormitory from here." Jiang Li said to Snape.
Snape didn't move, looking at Jiang Li steadily. When he opened his mouth to say something, he saw Jiang Li's face change slightly and he disappeared into the air in an instant.
A few days ago, in a somewhat dim manor, a group of Death Eaters gathered here, surrounding the man in the first seat, and Bella stared at Voldemort with fanatical eyes.
"Regulus."
A cold and majestic voice suddenly sounded, and the air seemed to freeze.
The Death Eaters tilted their heads slightly and glanced at Regulus stealthily.
The moment Regulus heard Voldemort call out his name, his body trembled slightly.
A trace of nervousness and uneasiness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He tried to stay calm and waited for Voldemort's further instructions.
"come to me."
Voldemort's oppressive and low voice sounded.
Regulus pretended to be calm and walked to Voldemort's side, bending down respectfully and kissing his robe.
The next second, he felt the necklace on his chest getting hot, and the memory in his mind suddenly became uncontrollable and began to automatically recall what had happened before.
It's soul-stealing!
Fortunately, Regulus had trained with Snape before, so he immediately activated the brain-occlusion technique and began to fabricate some false memories.
Voldemort seemed particularly interested in the process of how he killed Jiang Li, and kept flipping through the details of this memory.
Fortunately, Snape told him all the details of the matter in advance, and Regulus had simulated it several times in his mind, and the false memory was fabricated very successfully.
Especially the memory of him killing Jiang Li, Voldemort watched it over and over again.
By the end of the story, Regulus felt a little guilty and wondered if he had been exposed.
Fortunately, Voldemort stopped using Legilimency after watching it a few times.
He looked at Regulus with admiration and said, "Good boy, you are very smart and have completed the task I gave you excellently. I allow you to sit next to me."
The people present had different expressions. Some looked at Regulus in surprise, not understanding why the Dark Lord had chosen him, with jealousy on their faces.
Some of the more senior Death Eaters showed vigilance and suspicion.
He secretly wondered what Voldemort's intention was in doing this, was it to give Regulus a special mission, or something else.
They were on edge, ready to adjust their attitude based on Voldemort's next move.
Bella frowned and glared at Regulus fiercely, with undisguised jealousy in her eyes.
Regulus clenched his hands secretly in his robes, but pretended to be happy on his face and sat down in the seat below Voldemort.
"I remember you have a house-elf?" Voldemort stared at Regulus and said slowly.
Hearing this, Regulus' expression stiffened slightly, and he said in a tense voice: "Yes, his name is Kreacher."
Voldemort frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with his answer, and said slowly: "I need you to give me your most precious thing."
Regulus knew that Voldemort was hinting at him to offer up the house-elf.
But not Kreacher.
This was the house-elf that he had grown up with, and it was no different from his own house-elf.
There was no response for a long time.
Voldemort's aura was low, and he stared at Regulus with cold eyes.
Those present knew that this was a sign that he was about to become angry.
"If the Dark Lord needs it, I can offer my most important thing to you."
Regulus finally gave up on Kreacher, and he couldn't help but despise his own cowardice in his heart.
Voldemort was satisfied with his answer.
He enjoyed watching the struggle on Regulus' face until he finally compromised, as if he was personally shattering the boy's last bit of innocence and kindness.
Regulus summoned Kreacher and personally handed him over to Voldemort.
A few days had passed since this incident, and Regulus woke up from his dream.
He dreamed that Kreacher was dead.
"Kreacher."
Regulus called out into the air.
House-elves are absolutely obedient to their masters. As long as the master calls their names, the house-elves will immediately appear in front of the master at any time and anywhere.
If Kreacher wasn't dead, he would show up.
There was a sudden explosion in the air, and Kreacher suddenly appeared in the room.
Kreacher rolled on the ground with a painful expression, as if he was drowning.
Before Regulus could show his surprise, he saw Kreacher in such pain and hurried forward to check.
"Kreacher, what's wrong with you?"
"Master... Kreacher... Kreacher heard the call. It was the master who saved Kreacher!"
Chris' voice was hoarse but full of uncontrollable excitement, and he almost shouted out the last sentence with all his might.
"In the end what happened?"
Regulus looked at Kreacher's trembling body and knew that something terrible must have happened in the past few days.
"The Dark Lord took Kreacher to a strange cave. He made Kreacher drink the water in the basin. Kreacher couldn't resist. The Dark Lord put something in it and left Kreacher there..."
When Kreacher talked about what happened at that time, there was still a deep fear in his eyes, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
After drinking the potion of despair, it felt like all the water in my body was squeezed out, and my mind was filled with desperate and terrifying moments.
His throat felt like it was burning and he wanted to crawl to the shore to drink water.
As a result, countless hands reached out and tried to pull him into the water and drown him.
Just when Kreacher thought he was about to die, Regulus called his name and appeared in the room.
"It was the master who saved Kreacher's life!"
He looked at Regulus as if he were a hero.
"What did you say the Dark Lord placed in the cave?"
Regulus keenly realized that such a thing must be very important to the Dark Lord.
"Kreacher doesn't know."
Kreacher shook his head, his eyes filling with tears.
There was a trace of struggle in his eyes, and Regulus seemed to have made up his mind. He ordered Kreacher: "Take me to that place."
Hearing this, Kreacher seemed to have thought of something and said in fear: "Don't go, it's very dangerous there."
"Kreacher, these are my orders," Regulus said firmly, "Take me to where the Dark Lord takes you."
Kreacher could not resist his master's orders, and could only bring Regulus to that horrible place with tears in his eyes.
The lake was surrounded by dark water, and countless corpses were faintly emerging from beneath the water. They were pale, twisted, and exuded the breath of death.
The moment Regulus appeared, it was as if countless eyes were closely watching their every move.
There was a stone basin in the middle of the lake, and the moment they approached it, the potion of despair flowed out.
Regulus asked Kreacher, "What did the Dark Lord ask you to do at that time?"
Kreacher recalled the horrific scene at that time, and said in a trembling voice: "The Dark Lord ordered Kreacher to drink the water in the stone basin. Kreacher begged him not to drink it, but he still did not allow Kreacher to stop."