HP monster

Kreacher is only willing to take care of the hostess' room, which Sirius and the Order of the Phoenix have used, unless ordered, and its rags are hardly involved here.Sirius obviously didn't like him, and he said he'd had this resistance since he was a kid, and he'd always thought of Kreacher as the most unlovable black godmother in the American South.

It's another kind of house elf. Looking at it, I can't help but think of Dobby, who once made me hate it so much that I gritted my teeth.

More precisely, I miss its hard work—when I observed for a long time in front of Sirius, who seemed to be an elder, and found that he might turn a blind eye to the dusty furniture in the next few decades, I could only Forced to find a rag and join Kreacher's work project.

Sirius leaned lazily on the sofa and yelled at me: "Dikas, there is no need to clean up, why don't you take a nap or read the newspaper during this time?"

——It seems intimate, but only Merlin knows that this is already the 19th time he has yelled at me this week.

He yelled at me to do something else, but he just sat on the soft sofa, staring blankly at the front in a daze.

Sometimes when I'm done with our work and our dinner is served, he doesn't even change the expression on his face throughout the long day.

Bumping his arm, I woke him up: "Fried chicken wings, toast, sweet baked morsels, green salad. Salad dressing is almost gone, remember to ask Mom Molly to bring some before her next visit."

"Just tell her yourself." When no one was around, he was as decadent as a street performer.

"You are richer." Give him two chicken legs on the plate, and the rest are mine.

This is already a habit. After Molly's mother helped bring things over, I paid her the money, and now I can't go out. I really have no money.

Sirius snorted, and snatched two more legs from my plate: "You give me two of the eight legs!"

I bit down a piece of meat hard, and counterattacked vaguely: "It's good to give it to you, if you have the ability to cook by yourself."

Sirius immediately snorted and stopped talking.

...Cooking is probably his weakness in this life.

I chewed on the chicken and laughed, and suddenly remembered the photo frame I saw when I tidied up his bedroom today, wiped my mouth, looked up and asked him: "That upside-down photo frame on your desk... that, Bella... Bella or something? Is she your girlfriend?"

He immediately looked at me with a look of disgust: "How is it possible, that is my cousin, Bellatrix Black, when I was in Azkaban, I used her smirk as a lullaby every night .”

Only then did I know that I was not the only one who was giggling at night.

But the point is not here.

"No." I wiped my lips a little excitedly, "I remember her surname clearly, she is called Lestrange, when the old monster is happy, she calls her Bella, and when she is unhappy, she calls her Lestrange .”

"Old monster?" Sirius asked confused.

I guess there will be a few seconds of embarrassment after I say the answer.

"Ah, it's... Voldemort."

So sometimes it's not good to be too smart...

Even if this kind of thing is known early on, there is no way to change it...

Sirius slowed down - he already knew my identity and where I lived in the past, and everyone here knew me well. I wondered if Dumbledore had copied a stack of Dikas' resumes , give it to everyone.

"Hmm..." He felt uncomfortable, "Well, it's not really a secret. My cousin is a very extreme Death Eater, very fanatical. The one you mentioned is her surname after she married." He suddenly Looking at me suspiciously, "You don't even know this, do you? You will change your surname after you get married... I really don't know why there are so many people who are as stupid as you are boasting in front of me."

"Hey!" I took his job away, "Don't eat such a stupid person's cooking."

"Stinky boy, don't always threaten me with cooking!"

He transformed into an Animagus in an instant, and the big black dog rushed towards me immediately after landing.

When he got into trouble, he lost his adult appearance. Even when he looked like he had experienced many hardships and was in a daze all day, it would make people feel that there was a quiet atmosphere around him.

But to say that, he just turned into a big black dog to make trouble. It is really hard for people to use the word "adult" to describe him.

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Harry's letter arrived, only one, but there were two people in the room. For the ownership of the letter, Sirius and I had to fight again by force.

In the end, I won with one foot, and happily opened it, only to find that it was stated at the beginning that it was sent to Padfoot.

"Give you!"

Sirius smiled with a look of embarrassment, took the letter, read it for a while, and threw it back to me...

Only then did I realize that Harry was too lazy to write to Padfoot in the first half, and re-write the letterhead in the second half, indicating that it was addressed to me.

Children have no sense of privacy.

But for the sake of his not-so-good life recently...forget it.

I blinked and stared at Sirius, trying to impress him with pure eyes.

He shook exaggeratedly and suddenly avoided me nervously: "Don't look at me like that, don't, it's impossible!"

"You don't know what I'm going to say..." I approached him reluctantly.

"What else can you say?!" He couldn't bear to push me away, "Neither of us wants to leave this house, just stay here."

I immediately lost my strength and slumped in the chair, moaning.

After a long time, Sirius suddenly heard a coy voice: "I have a solution, but you are not allowed to tell anyone else."

I guess at this moment, both of my eyes are glowing green, and I'm staring at him, the meaning is self-evident.

He pulled me to the front of the fireplace, pulled me to squat down in a very nervous manner, put my head in, then raised his wand and cast a spell on each of us, and immediately a flame rose up and wrapped our heads, He adjusted slowly, and finally found the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room.

Just in time to see Ron and Hermione standing face to face, because of the approaching curfew, there was no one else but them.Sirius was overjoyed, seeing that he was about to speak, I quickly pulled him out.

"What are you doing? Just in time for them to call Harry."

I deeply feel that this kind of man completely lost his brain in front of his godson...

"Please..." He faced him even more weakly, "Anyone with a discerning eye would know that the two of them are about to kiss. What kind of atmosphere did you spoil at that time, calling Harry not in a hurry for this day."

"Really?" He looked at me suspiciously, eager to run back to take a peek, but I stopped him.

But this time we waited for a long time, until Harry snooped on the news that Arthur was attacked in the brain, we also failed to see Harry... This requires a chance, since I thought of this method, we almost took turns Squatting in front of the fireplace and peeking at the Gryffindor common room every day...

Who is secretly having an affair with whom.

Who gets together secretly with whom and speaks ill of whom.

who and who...

In the process of peeping, we observed these trivial and childish things day after day. We were so bored, but we still couldn't wait for the chance to see Harry alone.

Just as Christmas was approaching this year, Harry was about to stand in front of us in person...but because of Arthur's attack, most members of the Order of the Phoenix flocked into this somewhat gloomy house.

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"He was injured all over his body, and he almost died."

"Thanks Harry."

"Christmas should be back in time."

"He is back……"

"Yes, as it has been many times in the past."

"He is back……"

As soon as they entered the door, they began to discuss anxiously, and walked to the tentative meeting room while talking, which was the only room that Sirius forced Kreacher to clean, and most of the words were only leaked out without paying attention. The voices of their conversation in front of them have been very low.

And I have no intention of being guarded all the time.

Seeing them coming in, I hurriedly greeted them and was about to go upstairs.

The big dog suddenly jumped up again, and licked my face with its long wet tongue.

After smoothing his hair, I shook my head and put him down: "I'm fine, it's getting late, I'll go to bed first."

He whined twice and turned around in circles, but walked into the conference room after a while.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a little lonely.

More terrible loneliness than ever when I was alone.

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"My dear, Merry Christmas!" Molly's mother was still in a hurry as always, and she reached out to me a large jar of salad dressing: "This is what you asked me to bring last time. Speaking of which, I haven't tasted this taste yet. You said it Stir-fried vegetables are great?"

I took it over, "Ah, that's right, I'll make a plate tonight, everyone?"

"Good idea!" She kissed me hard, and then rushed to greet more people.

Ron and Hermione came in one after the other, followed by Ginny, George, Fred, and then...Harry.

I rushed up and gave Harry a hug.

Harry was taken aback, "God, I thought it was Molly's mother, you two act exactly the same, she hugged me like this at the door just now."

I smiled and said, "There's no way, it will be contagious after a long time."

Harry followed me to laugh, but in the blink of an eye he showed a puzzled expression: "I've been having this illusion lately, as if I can see your and Sirius' faces in the flames of the fireplace, and it's quite clear."

I stared at him silently, thought for a long time, and still only said that it was not an illusion.

Harry looked at me in astonishment, and was called in by everyone to eat before he could speak.

At the dinner table, everyone was congratulating Arthur on his recovery. Arthur thanked Harry, "It's thanks to Harry this time, it's not him. I'm probably not here now."

"No..." Harry was eager to say something, but the voices of other people quickly suppressed him.

Arthur was already leading the toast: "To Harry."

Everyone followed suit and shouted: "Harry!"

Harry's Adam's apple rolled twice, and his words were swallowed back. When he found that even Sirius was toasting to him, he could only take a drink from his own glass.

The author has something to say:

Covering my face... My integrity is already negative and continues to decline.

When Harry was young, the two children were quite cute, but now they have grown up... QAQ, as long as they stay together, I want them to be ah ah ah