Chapter 877: Hogwarts Learning Panel, Chapter 380

Sien paused for a second, looking slightly puzzled.

"You fear me, you fear your own powerlessness, admit it, you fear the future you once foresaw..."

The voice was still whispering, but Sien just focused slightly, and everything disappeared.

He gazed forward calmly as always, his pupils reflecting a profound look.

Fear tomorrow?

Sien thought, the thing he feared least was tomorrow.

"Why..."

The voice seemed to contain doubt, but soon, it lingered on Sirius and the others.

"You killed your brother and made the couple who treated you like their own son lose everything they had."

It said to Sirius.

"You killed your master, you stupid thing, you didn't fulfill his wish in the end."

It wandered in Kreacher's ears.

Sirius's breathing became rapid, and Kreacher wanted to slam his head against the wall.

"You are not worthy of your identity, Pukwudgie, you are completely unable to become his assistant."

The voice whispered happily in Will's ear.

"Mr. Green said that?"

The Pukwudgie butler looked blank.

"You stupid fellow, humble goblin relative, how can you compare to a wizard? You are just useful..."

The voice said with a giggle.

"Mr. Green said that?"

The Pukwudgie butler was still blank.

"Otherwise? He probably always thought so..."

The voice sneered.

"I don't believe it, Mr. Green didn't say that, and..."

Will said, stiffening his neck,

"You are the stupid one, wizard. Mr. Green said I am the smartest butler."

The voice paused, seemingly surprised that there were still intelligent creatures without brains in this world.

He had failed twice here today; the first was that he couldn't understand the young wizard's heart, and the second was meeting something without a brain.

At the same time, a flash of sword light appeared at the curtains, the sword suddenly thrust out, a metallic "clang" sounded, followed by a long scream.

Sien pierced the glass of both small windows, Riddle's eyes were gone, and wisps of light smoke rose from the colored silk lining of the locket.

The thing living in the Horcrux disappeared; tormenting others was its last act.

"Whew—"

At this time, Sirius was already sweating profusely; he let out a heavy breath, his gaze fixed on Kreacher, who was rushing toward the wall and then suddenly stopped.

"You did it."

Sirius turned his head, seeing the fragments of the Horcrux, as well as the black smoke.

He felt a sense of relief and release from the depths of his heart:

—A part of the Dark Lord had been destroyed! Their battle had won a small victory!

If they kept fighting like this...

Sirius's eyes shone, and a beautiful longing called hope took root in his heart.

"Young Master Regulus—"

The house-elf let out a startling scream; he looked at the destroyed locket, tears wetting his ragged clothes.

"Why are you so sad?"

Sirius asked with some confusion.

Sirius was, of course, puzzled; Sien knew that, like many wizards, Sirius would not be willing to understand that Kreacher was also a being with sensitive emotions like a wizard.

"Mr. Kreacher."

Sien squatted down slightly and handed over a tissue; he knew Kreacher was shocked by a huge surprise, and the joy had turned into warm rain on his cheeks.

"I give this to you; since Young Master Regulus's final wish is inherited by you, then his relics should also belong to you."

Sien handed the locket fragments to Kreacher.

So next, they spent nearly half an hour calming Kreacher down; he, Kreacher, could actually get a real relic of the Black family, and a meritorious relic of Young Master Regulus!

The house-elf was so excited that his knees went weak, and he couldn't even stand.

When he could finally stagger a few steps, they accompanied him to the cupboard, watching him carefully hide the former fake locket in a dirty blanket, and promised Sien that he would definitely protect it well after he left.

The house-elf bowed low to Sien, and even twitched comically toward the Pukwudgie butler, perhaps attempting to bow.

"Young Master Regulus, do you see... everything you did was not in vain, Kreacher saw it, someone came, not a person, perhaps an angel,"

Kreacher said with trembling lips,

"But it's not over yet, Kreacher still needs to fight... fight! Fight for my master, the defender of house-elves, in the name of the brave Regulus, resist the Dark Lord! Fight!"

Kreacher looked at the young wizard in the moonlight one last time, holding the white tissue he had given him.

Kreacher thought more than once that he was probably not the only one who inherited the young master's legacy...

It must be that the heavens were moved by Young Master Regulus, for such a wizard to appear.

Kreacher, he saw his master, no longer the Young Master Regulus of the past, nor the fugitive Sirius Black of the present, but Green; yes, always support the great Green, and fight for the faith and courage he and Young Master Regulus shared.

"Are you leaving?"

Sirius asked in a low voice.

They were currently in Sirius's room.

This room was very spacious and must have been quite beautiful in the past.

There was a large bed with carved headboards, long velvet curtains covering the high windows, thick dust accumulated on the chandelier, and candle stubs remained in the sockets, with solidified candle tears dripping down like ice crystals.

The pictures on the wall and the headboard were also covered with a thin layer of dust, and a spider web stretched from the chandelier to the top of the wooden wardrobe.

"Yes, Mr. Sirius, please do not forget the matter I just stated."

Sien said goodbye politely.

"Never to be forgotten."

Sirius said seriously.

Just now, Sien hoped he would go find a witch he once knew, named Nagini.

"Then I leave it to you."

Sien nodded and disappeared into the night with Will.

The stars tonight were exceptionally bright, and Hogwarts Castle was as quiet as usual.

Only the mist obscured the moon at some point, blurring the vision. However, mist was common in the Scottish Highlands.

In the gloomy dungeon, on a bed that was neither large nor small, the wizard lying there did not look very well.

He had sunk into a hazy dream again.

Disappointed people always like to dream. ===== CHAPTER 878 =====