HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Gloria stared at Regulus in the photo for a long time. "Are all of father's things here? As long as there is something in this house that belongs to him, bring it all here."

Kreacher hesitated, then turned to get his things.

Then the broom used by Regulus, the tableware with his name engraved on it, the books and uniforms brought back from school, etc. were all sent to the room.

Finally, Kreacher came in carefully holding a gray box. "This is the last thing Master Regulus gave to Kreacher. It's best to give it to Miss Gloria now. Kreacher can't complete Master Regulus's last wish! Kreacher... Oh——!"

Gloria took the box, opened it, and on top was a First Class Order of Merlin medal.

Kreacher immediately explained: "This is the medal of Master Regulus' grandfather, rewarding the owner for his contribution to the Ministry of Magic."

Can the Black family, who worship dark magic, contribute to the Ministry of Magic?

There was also a gold ring engraved with the Black family emblem, and a family photo in a silver frame. In it, Gloria saw Orian Black and Walburga Black, and Regulus and Sirius standing together. From that time on, the relationship between the brothers had been bad. The two brothers who looked very similar in the photo had forced expressions, with a space in the middle that could accommodate one person.

Sitting in the same row with the Orion couple was Cygnus Black III and his wife Druella Rosier.

Behind them stood the three sisters. Bellatrix was very tall, with thick, shiny long curly hair, beautiful and arrogant; Andromeda was 30% similar to her sister Bella, with soft light brown hair, and her temperament was not as sharp as Bella's; Narcissa had blonde hair and blue eyes, quite different from her two sisters, tall and slender, with the same arrogant expression, and very fair skin. Draco must have inherited her skin color.

Gloria mainly looks at Sirius Black, the brother that her father envied at the end of his diary, who was able to fight Voldemort openly without bringing harm to the family. Regulus sincerely wished his brother success in his diary and felt that it might be right for him to leave home.

Unfortunately, Sirius failed to live up to Regulus' expectations, turned to the Dark Lord, and betrayed the Potters, causing the famous savior Harry to become an orphan, who is now imprisoned in Azkaban and suffering.

Gloria was angry for a moment, but quickly suppressed it.

What she cared about most was the locket. She recognized this thing, the Slytherin locket. After their family went into seclusion, this thing was given to the Gaunt family by an heir. However, the locket was no longer as magical and familiar as her ancestors had described.

Now it exudes darkness and ominousness as a whole, and something seems to be jumping inside. Hiding in her robe, Golinia whispered, "There is a broken soul attached to it, rotten and smelly."

Gloria picked up the locket and examined it. A faint black mist flashed through the box. Suddenly, she murmured softly, "Your father abandoned you. He didn't love you that much, did he?"

The girl's expression remained unchanged, and she was not deceived. "Is this from my father?"

"No!" Kreacher's voice was so high that it almost split his legs, and he quickly lowered it, "Master Regulus asked me to destroy..." Before he could finish his words, Kreacher burst into tears.

Gloria felt that this was very important, "Don't cry, tell me what's going on!"

Kreacher tried hard to hold back his tears, his eyes bulged even more, "Oh - that lord, who must not be named, wants an elf. Master Regulus is happy to hand Kreacher over to the lord, but..."

Kreacher began to tremble. Gloria grabbed his arm, and the warmth from her palms passed to Kreacher. "Don't be afraid, go on."

"The Dark Lord didn't tell Kreacher what to do. He just took Kreacher to a cave by the sea. There was a big lake in the cave... there was a boat, and there was a basin full of potion on the island. The Dark Lord wanted... wanted Kreacher to drink the potion." Kreacher took a few deep breaths and continued in a trembling voice: "Kreacher drank it, and his body felt like it was burning. He laughed so horribly! He put this box in the basin."

Gloria stared at the locket, which turned out to be in Voldemort's hands.

Kreacher continued, "The Dark Lord left, leaving Kreacher behind. Kreacher wanted to drink water, but there were many hands in the lake, pulling Kreacher down... But Kreacher remembered Master Regulus' words and went home immediately after finishing his work!"

"Father knows what happened in the cave."

It turned out that this was how his father discovered the Horcruxes. He valued Kreacher, but Voldemort used him to kill Kreacher without hesitation. Coupled with those brutal acts, Regulus decided to silently resist him.

"Yes, Master Regulus was very worried, very worried, and asked Kreacher to hide in the house, until one day he took Kreacher to the cave again!" Kreacher seemed to recall extremely painful past, "Master Regulus took out a box very similar to this one, and ordered Kreacher to replace the box immediately when the basin was empty, and then leave there, and not to tell the mistress... Master Regulus drank all the poison, Kreacher replaced the box, and watched the master being dragged into the lake!"

Gloria felt a sharp pain in her heart. She covered her chest and bent down. Kreacher wanted to help her but didn't dare to. "Dear Miss Gloria... Kreacher said all this! Kreacher is a bad elf!"

"I'm fine—" Her voice became even hoarser, "Kreacher, take me to the cave after we finish dealing with things here."

"Oh..." Kreacher wailed, "Miss Gloria can't go. Kreacher can't lose Master Regulus' only child again."

Gloria reached out and touched his rough, wrinkled skin. "Don't worry, I won't drink the poison, and I won't die. I'm going there to bring back my father's body."

Kreacher's eyes were full of bitterness and relief. He stood up and bowed to Gloria, his head almost hanging to the ground. "Kreacher sincerely serves the distinguished Miss Gloria."

After gradually recovering from his shock and putting away the locket, Kreacher pointed to the empty memorial box and said, "Master Regulus said there is another layer in the box."

Gloria took a closer look and found that there was indeed a layer. She lifted the thin board and found a photo frame with a portrait inside. The boy in the portrait had a confused expression, as if he had not expected someone to open the box.

Gloria stared at the portrait in a daze.

"Master Regulus actually left a portrait behind. It's all Kreacher's fault. He should have opened it earlier and put Master Regulus out!"

Gloria held up the portrait, her throat dry and her lips trembling.

"Lori, my Lori." Regulus recognized at a glance the portrait as his long-awaited and beloved daughter.

"Father——" She couldn't remember how she made the sound from her throat. She just shouted once and then broke down emotionally. She hugged the picture frame tightly, with her little face pressed against the portrait.

"I'm sorry Lori, I can only leave the portrait to talk to you." Regulus continued to apologize.

Gloria hugged the portrait lovingly, biting her lower lip tightly, and hot tears flowed like broken strings.

It doesn't matter if it's a portrait, at least I can hear my father call me Lori with my own ears.

Kreacher cried beside him.