A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 305 Sirius and Kreacher
a few days ago.

12 Grimmauld Place, Black's old house.

Sirius was lazily lying on the sofa, appearing to be doing nothing, his curly black hair loosely loose.

Compared with 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 tea table. Every once in a while, Sirius will glance at the palm-sized piece of paper. Apart from some simple lines, there are densely packed small black dots. There are only a few The 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 out of tune, 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: "The prodigal son doesn't know where he came from Where did I learn 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 it carries, if the hostess finds out, I don't know how sad it will be..."

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 didn't resist, and continued to babble: "It's incomparable to his brother, who really takes responsibility—"

"Are you talking about Regulus?" Sirius paused, and said, "He's an idiot. I always thought he was smart enough to protect himself... In the end, he ran off and joined the Death Eaters!"

"Master Regulus is not an idiot!" Kreacher struggled violently, his body swaying like a wind-up toy, "He is ten thousand times better than you, he is The one who joined the Death Eaters in your place..."

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

But Kreacher kept struggling, his nose and tears were in a mess, and 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 lives up to the noble Black they wish they had..."

"I also wrote him a letter, telling him to stay away from Voldemort and hide, and the result is that he joined the Death Eaters as soon as he graduated. My parents must be very happy. Finally, this stain on me has been washed away. They can Tell the outside world that there is a brave little hero in the family, isn't it?"

Kreacher was lying on the ground, sobbing softly, spouting a series of obscenities, "... shameless, making Muggle friends... dirty, cowardly, smelly..."

Sirius said angrily: "Smelly? Then I'll let you try the Muggle method. To be honest, I've wanted to do it for a long time."

He carried Kreacher to the bathroom on the second floor, threw him into the bathtub, and unscrewed the faucet inlaid with a small snake pattern, "It's so dirty, I've been in Azkaban for 12 years and I'm not as outrageous as you !"

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

After 1 minute, 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. "You use this thing to cook for me these days?"

Sirius unplugged the bathtub and let the water flow, and after half an hour—

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

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 Hype" to pass the time, with a lot of Together with 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.

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

"Yeah," said Sirius nonchalantly, as he set some chess pieces, "I go first?"

"Then you should choose the white chess piece." 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 games of chess, both of which ended with Sirius losing. In the third game, he kept scratching his chin, thinking hard: "I don't remember it being so difficult, when Remus and I both got to six. 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?"

"Let me finish this game, finish this game—" the old man begged.

So the old woman sat beside them, watching them play chess, the old man frowned, the moment had reached a critical stage, the two were fighting inextricably, the old woman watched coldly, and suddenly said: "Old man, move your 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 to one of me!"

The old woman curled her lips, "You can ignore him, I taught him." However, she stopped talking, but the situation was irreversible, and Sirius watched himself being checkmate.

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

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

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

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

A high-pitched voice whispered, his voice as icy as the wind: "Go, Barty, tell Peter... bring me Harry Potter, and I'll live."

"Obey, my master! I'm willing to give my life for you!" Barty Crouch Jr. with light-blond messy hair said enthusiastically.

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

　Thanks to the lord for not seeing the moonlight dyed the sky again, thank you for loving this book, and thank you for all the readers who have always supported me!
　　PS1: This chapter was originally intended to be written during the monthly ticket event, but the author's hand was disabled, so I didn't catch up, uh...

　　PS2: The third Horcrux is about to appear
　　
　
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