The Black Family Has a Persistence

"Disgusting. Who are you putting on that face for? Stop crying already. Allen still has questions for you," Sirius Black muttered impatiently, his voice thick with revulsion.

Kreacher choked back a sob and let out a loud, hiccuping wail.

"Sirius, before we keep questioning Kreacher, you can't leak anything you've seen or heard today. Not to the Order of the Phoenix, not to Dumbledore, not to anyone else..." Allen narrowed his eyes at the middle-aged wizard. "Don't misunderstand. Your younger brother must have had his own reasons for giving Kreacher those instructions. He didn't want too many people to know. I trust you, but I don't trust your mouth. Among Gryffindors, aside from Hermione, I don't think many of you can keep a secret..."

"Tch... you're the ones making this too troublesome..." Sirius Black snapped back impatiently, then looked at Allen suspiciously. But eager to learn news of Regulus Black, Sirius Black still agreed. "Fine. Everything that happened today, every word we discuss—I won't reveal any of it."

Allen deftly took a sheet of parchment from his pouch and made it hover in midair. Then he lit his finger and began writing on it in Latin. With practiced ease, he finished drafting the contract in no time and handed it to Sirius Black.

"Again? Do we have to go to all this trouble?!" Under Allen's insistent gaze, Sirius Black took the contract in irritation. Still, out of caution, he forced himself to calm down and scan it once, confirming its contents before signing his name.

Allen then signed his full name as well. At that moment, the contract's effect once again bound the two of them—though this agreement was only one-sided, requiring Sirius Black to keep the secret.

Once all that was done, Allen finally continued asking Kreacher, "Kreacher, afterward,