Early the following day, Alvin called Sirius up.
"I don't know why you are so anxious."
With a piece of bread in his mouth, Sirius Black complained vaguely.
Alvin paid no attention to Sirius's complaints. His time is very tight now. He must deal with Sirius's affairs immediately and then rush to France.
Nico sent him a letter stating that in the next week, there would be a meeting of alchemists from all over the world in France.
Alvin is very interested, so he has to deal with everything in England as soon as possible.
With Sirius, who had finally finished breakfast, the two Apparated at Grimmauld Place.
Sirius took Alvin to the middle of No. 11 and No. 13, Grimmauld Place, and introduced him: "My home is at No.12, Grimmauld Place. This house originally belonged to a Muggle family, but my ancestors Saw it, and the Muggles 'please' go away."
When discussing the invitation, Sirius sneered, expressing his disdain for it. Then he made a strange gesture, and Alvin saw a house that suddenly appeared between No. 11 and No. 13.
Walking into the house, a smell of dust and rotting wood came up, and the candles on the walls flickered on and off.
"Kreacher! Are you dead? If not, get out of here!"
Sirius shouted into the air with a nasty tone.
"Oh, the shame of being kicked out of the house by the mistress, my little master. I didn't expect you to escape from Azkaban."
A thin voice came over in the shadows, and Kreacher's figure appeared there, walking towards Alvin and Sirius Black.
"Let me see, the scum master also brought one friend, eh? This respected young master, hello. I didn't expect my master to have such a pure-blooded friend as you..."
"Shut up! You old thing!"
Black interrupted Kreacher's thoughts and then looked at Alvin in surprise, "I didn't expect you to be a pureblood. Speaking of which, I still don't know what your name is?"
This is what Sirius remembered. For two days, he didn't even know Alvin's name.
Alvin said softly, "Alvin Gaunt, a student of Ravenclaw."
"Huh? Gaunt? A student of Ravenclaw? I hadn't heard any news from the Gaunt family when I was in school. I didn't expect they still have family living in England, and they even joined Ravenclaw."
Black sighed with emotion and was no longer entangled. He was an outlier, all the members of the Black family were from Slytherin, but he became Gryffindor. He was regarded as a disgrace to the whole family.
"Whatever you want, let Kreacher take you to find it."
Alvin nodded and looked at Kreacher, "Kreacher, where did you put the box that Regulus gave you, give it to me."
Kreacher's eyes became terrified when hearing Alvin's words, and Black's eyes also changed.
"What box? What do you know?"
Alvin stopped Black's inquiry and continued to say to Kreacher: "Regulus asked you to destroy that box. Didn't you fail? Give it to me, and I can help you fulfill Regulus' last wish."
Kreacher finally couldn't hold it any longer, tears flowed down big and big, and his figure disappeared in place, but he soon reappeared with a Locket.
He looked at Alvin expectantly and sobbed: "Dear guest, you. You must not lie to Kreacher, do you?"
Alvin assured him solemnly, then took the Locket in his hand.
Black listened to their indistinct chatter, and his heart was filled with anger. He couldn't provoke Alvin, and he couldn't press his house elf?
He yelled at Kreacher, "You vile house-elf! Tell me everything you know about Regulus!"
Black's order made Kreacher unable to refuse, and he could only choke and say everything.
"Back then, Young Master Sirius escaped, but it doesn't matter. He made the master heartbroken."
"Master Regulus is different from Master Sirius. He knows what his bloodline and noble surname mean..."
"Say the point! I order you to say the point! Kreacher!" Sirius was about to be mad at his house elf, and he had to hurt him with a few words at this time.
Kreacher was a little scared after being yelled at, and he finally came to the point, "Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord's command. He was pleased and proud until a year later, he found Kreacher."
"Master said the Dark Lord needs a house-elf..."
Hearing this, Sirius noticed the key. "What did the Dark Lord make you do?"
Kreacher said to himself: "At that time, Master Regulus contributed Kreacher, he said, it was an honor."
His voice was full of fear, "The Dark Lord took Kreacher to a cave by the sea. A small island is in the cave's depth, and a large black lake is in the cave..."
"He told Kreacher to finish a potion in a stone basin, put the Locket in it, and refilled it again. Kreacher was very uncomfortable. A corpse in the lake was trying to drag Kreacher into the water. Fortunately, with Master Regulus's call, Kreacher can escape back."
"Wait, is the Locket you're talking about the one you brought over just now?" Sirius asked eagerly. The item that can make the Dark Lord care so much is not accessible.
"Yes, it is."
"Then how did you get it back?" Sirius questioned Kreacher as if he were interrogating a prisoner.
"Master Regulus asked me to take him to the black lake. He drank the potion in the stone basin, took out a similar Locket box, put it in, and refilled it."
Having said this, Kreacher was already weeping, but he still insisted on finishing the final situation,
"Master Regulus ordered Kreacher to go home with the box and not to tell the hostess or anyone. Kreacher did it. Kreacher didn't disgrace the master. But Master Regulus will never come back!"
After speaking, Kreacher was already lying on the ground, whimpering in pain.