A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 303: Sirius and Kreacher

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A few days ago.

No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Blake's old house.

Sirius was lazily lying on the sofa, looking idly, with black curly hair loosely loose.

Compared to more than a month ago, his condition is much better, with a little more flesh on his face, and finally no longer looks like a skeleton just dug out of the grave, but a somewhat thin and normal person.

His feet are on an elegant and simple coffee table. Every once in a while, Sirius will glance at the palm-sized piece of paper. Apart from some simple lines, it is densely packed with small black dots. The several names written in gold ink moved occasionally.

This state lasted until noon, when the house elf Kreacher dragged his body out, Sirius rolled his eyes.

Kreacher held a dirty rag in his hand. It was hard to say which was cleaner, the rag or the rag he was wearing. Maybe the rag was his torn clothes?

Sirius was thinking nonchalantly, at this moment Kreacher moved slowly and step by step to his side, Sirius looked at him from the corner of his eye, watched him jump onto the tea table, held up a rag and muttered: "Young Prodigal Son I don’t know where I learned the bad habit, just put my feet on it, the hostess usually likes to drink tea here, and has entertained many equally noble guests..."

"Kreacher, your feet are dirtier than my shoes!" Sirius roared angrily.

"...How many precious memories are there, if the hostess knows how sad..."

Sirius' eyebrows twitched wildly, and the elegance between his brows disappeared. He jumped up and grabbed the cloth strip from the back of the house elf's neck—let's call it the nape, ready to throw him out.

Kreacher did not resist, and continued to chatter: "It's incomparable to his brother, who really takes responsibility—"

"Are you talking about Regulus?" Sirius paused and said, "He is an idiot. I always thought he was smart enough to protect himself... As a result, he ran to join the Death Eater disciple!"

"Master Regulus is not an idiot!" Kreacher struggled fiercely, his body swaying like a wind-up toy, "He is ten thousand times better than you , he joined the Death Eaters instead of you..."

"What did you say?" Sirius stared, lifted Kreacher to a place where he was at eye level with him, "Speak clearly—"

But Kreacher kept struggling, his nose and tears were in a mess, Sirius threw him on the sofa in disgust.

"I'm telling you, Kreacher! He's an admirer of Voldemort, always has been. Know why everyone in the family likes him more? Because he's living up to the noble Black they wished him to be..."

"I also wrote him a letter, telling him to stay away from Voldemort and hide, but the result is that he joined the Death Eaters as soon as he graduated. My parents must be very happy, and finally washed away my stain, They can tell the outside world that there is a brave little hero in the family, right?"

Kreacher lay on the ground, sobbing in a low voice, spouting a series of obscenities, "... shameless, make Muggle friends... dirty, cowardly, smelly..."

Sirius said angrily: "Smelly? Then I will let you try the Muggle method. To be honest, I have wanted to do this for a long time."

He took Kreacher to the bathroom on the second floor, threw him into the bathtub, and quickly turned on the faucet with the pattern of small snakes, "It's really dirty, I've been in Azkaban for twelve years Not as outrageous as you!"

Kreacher was pressed by Sirius and washed from head to toe. He also used his magic wand to conjure a brush and scrubbed it continuously. He even cleaned the dirt from the wrinkles of Kreacher's bald scalp. Said: "Now you should be satisfied, right? My master serves you..."

A minute later, he began to regret it. The water in the bathtub seemed to have poured more than a dozen bottles of ink into it, and it also emitted a stench. hand: "You use this to cook for me these days?"

Sirius opened the stopper of the bathtub and let the water flow for half an hour——

Kreacher sat cleanly on the sofa, his skin was pink and tender, even the fur in his bat-like ears was as white and fluffy as cotton wool, he looked very uncomfortable, staring at his toes sizing up.

Sirius came out of the bathroom, and he took a bath for himself, otherwise he had a strange smell on his body.

He looked at the taciturn Kreacher with satisfaction, lying comfortably on the sofa and reading comics, which was given to him by the guy named "Felix Hep", saying it was for him to pass the time. Along with a bunch of Easter chocolate eggs, he picked the ugliest one and gave it to Kreacher.

The afternoon was pleasant enough, and even the air was much fresher. He stayed until the afternoon, and he took the time to walk out of Black's old house and came to an activity room in the Grimmauld Square community.

"Yo, young man, are you here again today?" said a thin old man.

"Yeah," said Sirius nonchalantly as he laid out some pieces, "I go first?"

"Then you should choose white." The old man said.

"Does it matter?" Sirius held a black knight in his hand, and he muttered: "It would be great if this chess piece could move."

The old man laughed heartily, "You are so funny...but no!"

The two played two sets, both of which ended with Sirius losing. In the third set, he kept scratching his chin, thinking hard: "I don't remember it being so difficult, Remus and I were able to walk To sixty or seventy steps..."

An old woman carrying a cloth bag walked into the activity room, looked left and right, came over and grabbed the old man's ear, "My son and daughter-in-law are back, are you still playing chess here?"

"Finish the game, finish the game--" the old man told Rao.

Then the old woman sat beside them and watched them play chess. The old man frowned. The moment had reached a critical stage. queen."

"Yes." With Sirius' stunned expression, the old man used his white queen to eat Sirius' black knight.

"It's not fair!" said Sirius, "You two are one to me!"

The old woman curled her lips, "You can ignore him, I taught him." But ~IndoMTL.com~ she didn't speak any more, but the situation was irreversible, Sirius watched helplessly as he was kidnapped die.

The old man broke up the chessboard, "This game doesn't count, let's play later." He took the old woman and left.

"My son didn't quarrel with the house opposite, did he?"

"No, I even gave you a gift. How do you say it? Get rid of evil... They haven't played the stereo in the middle of the night in the past six months. If you don't believe me, I still listen to a young man's suggestion and hand it over. A card, like the young man just now, has black hair..."

At the same time, in a gloomy and dilapidated hotel.

A high-pitched voice whispered, his voice as icy as cold wind: "Go, Batty, inform Peter...bring Harry Potter to me, I want to live."

"Obey, my master! I am willing to give my life for you!" Barty Crouch Jr. with light yellow messy hair said enthusiastically.

"No, my dear Barty," said the voice behind the chair, "you have to remember, this is just a dangerous attempt—under Dumbledore's nose, you must first protect yourself."