You Should Grow Up

Sirius Black was still trying hard to pick out Regulus when he saw the swaying, staggering Kreacher walk into the middle of the Inferi. The tearful House-elf wiped at his face haphazardly, then carefully examined the corner of each Inferius's eyes.

The thought that this damned cur had actually watched Regulus be dragged away by the Inferi without doing anything made Sirius Black sneer in a strange, mocking voice, "Putting on an act again? You were playing dead on the ground just now, and now you've crawled up like nothing happened. You useless dog, all you know how to do is perform."

But Kreacher, unusually, ignored Sirius Black. His bloodshot, bulging eyes widened for an instant when he saw the Inferi, and more large tears slid from his sockets, pouring from his sunken eyes. His shriveled chest rose and fell violently. "My poor Master Regulus. Kreacher was useless. Kreacher could not come to fetch you sooner. If Mistress saw you become like them, how heartbroken she would be."

At the mention of his mother, Sirius Black seemed to be enraged. He roared irritably, "Shut up, Kreacher. Don't get in my way while I find Regulus."

Kreacher acted as if he had not heard him. He walked up to the Inferi and studied them carefully, identifying them one by one.

The empty, misty eyes set in the Inferi's sunken faces swept over the faces of the living, revealing malicious hostility. It was only because of the pressure from the Death Knight that they had lined up in formation and could not attack, but their twisted limbs, bent fingers, and wide-open mouths all showed their hatred for the living.

"Lynch, keep these Inferi under control. Don't let them hurt anyone." Seeing the controlled Inferi grow restless as Kreacher passed by and came