By evening, Kyle had left behind a stunned and hesitant Sirius and departed the House of Black's private library.
For the entire afternoon, Sirius had worn a deeply conflicted expression, especially while Kyle was flipping through those Dark magic books.
Those books had been collected by the House of Black over several centuries, and many of them had been explicitly banned by the Ministry of Magic.
How to put it... just looking at the covers of those books was enough to get someone tossed into Azkaban for a couple of days.
Sirius had never found the time to dispose of them all. He had not expected Kyle to scoop them all up instead.
Before Kyle stepped out the front door, Sirius had hesitated countless times over whether to ask for those books back.
Sirius did not doubt that Kyle could make a Horcrux. After all, several years ago, Kyle had made a similar request and taken Magick Moste Evile from here.
Honestly, Sirius would have found it stranger if Kyle could not make a Horcrux. But what frightened him was the possibility that Kyle really could make one.
Before this, Sirius had always thought Kyle was joking when he said he wanted to make a Horcrux. After all, Dumbledore had still been alive when Kyle first came looking for Magick Moste Evile.
But now, it seemed that it had not been a joke after all.
Yet for some reason, whenever the words reached his lips, Sirius could not bring himself to say them.
Maybe... Kyle was only joking.
That was how he comforted himself.
"Hey, Kyle." As Kyle passed through the entrance hall, Fred vaulted down from the staircase.
"We've been looking for you. Where did you and Sirius go just now?"
"The House of Black's private library." Kyle showed