[HP] Reason is still chaotic

On the way back to King's Cross Station, Ron said excitedly: "There is the Quidditch World Cup this summer! Harry, will Sirius take you there?"

"Should be." Harry's head hurt a little as he thought of the chaos that had occurred at the Quidditch match.

"That's great!" Ron said, "We can go to the game together! Dad can always get a ticket from the unit. Hermione, you can stay at my house first, and then we will go together."

"Oh?" Hermione asked curiously, "Is it different from the one at school?"

"Of course it's different!" Ron said excitedly. "This is a worldwide competition! Wizards from every country will come to watch! I don't know who will win this time? Bulgaria's Krum is great, but Ireland's The best combination... I hope England will qualify, but it seems unlikely..."

"So, I can see wizards from many different countries on the field!" Hermione also became excited.

Well, at least that game was really good!Harry thought.

In the following time, Harry happily played a few games with Ron and Hermione, and when the witch pushing the tea cart arrived, he bought himself a big lunch and a lot of snacks.You know, how long has it been since he had lunch and snacks on the Hogwarts Express!And this time, he doesn't have to worry about the snacks being confiscated!

When the train arrived, Harry immediately saw Sirius on the platform.He was standing next to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, looking at them with a big smile on his face.Harry felt his nose was a little sore, he stretched out his hands and rubbed it, then quickly dragged his luggage and ran off the train.

"Where's Professor Lupine?" After accepting Mrs. Weasley's hug, Harry suddenly realized that Remus was not there.

"He's waiting for us at home." Sirius grinned, "I was just talking to Arthur about the Quidditch World Cup."

"We were talking about that on the train." Harry laughed too. "Are we going?"

"Of course!" Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder, "How could James' son not love flying!"

"I knew it!" Harry said triumphantly, "so I promised Ron on the train."

"Sirius."

Sirius and Harry turned their heads to see the smiling Mrs. Weasley.She pushed the children forward and introduced, "These are our children, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny."

"Ron, I know," Sirius said, and looked at Hermione. "I also knew it was Hermione. Harry told me about his two best friends."

Both Ron and Hermione flushed red.

Ron whispered: "Mr. Black, thank you...well, about pets."

"What?" Sirius was taken aback.

"That's what you said about giving Ron an owl as compensation." Harry interjected, "I think it's better for Ron to pick it himself."

"Of course." Sirius blinked, "You don't need to thank me, that's what it should be. Also, you can call me Sirius directly. You can all."

"It's too expensive, Sirius." Mrs. Weasley frowned. "We can't have it."

"Don't be like this, Jasmine, just a small gift for the child." Without giving Mrs. Weasley a chance to speak again, Sirius continued, "We should go, Remus is waiting for us."

"Well, goodbye Sirius. Goodbye, Harry," laughed Mr. Weasley. "See you at the Quidditch World Cup."

Harry carried his luggage, and was apparated together in Sirius' arms, for a summer vacation that looked like it would be much better than last year.

...The premise is that the relationship between Kreacher and him is as good as it was in the previous life.Harry looked helplessly at the dilapidated door, dirty walls and gloomy windows of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Sirius coughed twice in embarrassment, pulled out his wand and knocked on the door.The gate creaked open with a lot of clattering noises of metal and rattles like chains.

"Go in, Harry." Sirius was also very helpless, "I have tried my best."

Harry crossed the threshold and entered the hall, which smelled damp and dusty and sweet and rotten.It reminded him of when he first came here in fifth grade.Old-fashioned gas lamps on the walls illuminated the peeling wallpaper and burnished and threaded carpet in the long, spooky hallway.A cobweb chandelier shimmered overhead, and age-blackened portraits hung crookedly on the walls.There are serpentine statues almost everywhere, covered in Slytherin prints.

But certainly not all Slytherins like this.Harry still remembered the disgusted look in Draco's eyes when he brought Draco here for the first time.

"You're back." Lupine noticed Harry's distraction. "What were you thinking, Harry?"

"What?" Sirius asked blankly, who had just packed Harry's luggage.

"Nothing." Harry shook his head, shaking Draco out of his mind, "What are we having for dinner?"

"Hmm..." Sirius said awkwardly, "There's nothing delicious at home, why don't we go out to eat."

"Come on, Sirius." Harry had already thought of this. "This is the first meal we've had together, and it only makes sense to eat it at home. Is there any food at home, Professor Lupine?"

"Some." Lupine said, "Call me Remus, I'm not your professor anymore."

"But you are still the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I have ever met." Harry said, "Of course, I am also very happy to call you Remus."

"Oh, Harry." Lupine smiled, "Then I'll cook, you wait a while."

"No, I'll go with you." Harry felt that compared to Sirius and Remus, his cooking skills should be better.

"Harry, can you cook?" Sirius asked in surprise.

"Yeah." Harry said vaguely, "I'm staying at my aunt's house, and I always do some housework within my ability."

"You're such a good boy!" Sirius said with emotion, "When I stayed at James' house, I didn't do anything."

"Then you can help clear the table now." Harry said.

"Kreacher!" Sirius yelled.

Kreacher bowed deeply to Sirius as soon as he appeared, he looked very old with a dirty rag around his waist, his skin was wrinkled and his head was as bald as any house-elf , Two big bat-like ears grew a lot of white hair.

"Stand up, Kreacher." Sirius said, "This is Harry, my godson, and you must obey his orders from now on. Now, go and clean the dining table."

Kreacher stood up, and after hearing Sirius' order, he bowed to Harry again, and then walked slowly towards the dining room, "You nasty old prodigal and his little bastard, spoil my mistress Oh, my poor mistress, who swore she would not recognize his son, and now he is back, and orders Kreacher shamelessly. Poor old Kreacher, what can he do?"

Sirius said loudly to Kreacher's back: "Shut up, Kreacher!"

Harry watched all this dumbfounded, he never knew that Kreacher could work too.

"He doesn't seem to listen to you very much." Harry hesitated.

"That's right." Sirius nodded, "Kreacher should obey everyone in the family. It stands to reason that after I was expelled from the Black family, I would no longer be his master, but now I am the only one left. A man's surname is Black, so he cannot refuse my direct orders."

"Then why didn't Kreacher help clean the house?" Harry wondered.

"Because he is very good at taking advantage of the loopholes in my words." Sirius frowned, "I can't leave this matter to him, who knows how he will organize the house!"

Harry was silent for a while and said, "I'll help Remus in the kitchen."

After dinner, Sirius led Harry tiptoe past two long, bug-ridden curtains, around a large umbrella stand that looked like it was made from a broken leg of a troll, and down the dark Up the stairs, a row of house-elf heads clustered on a plaque on the side wall.This is too much, Harry thought. It seems that the first thing to be solved this summer should be the locket.

The next day, Harry woke up early, hid in the bathroom and called Kreacher.

"Kreacher!"

Kreacher responded and bowed deeply to Harry, "Master Harry!"

"Kreacher," Harry thought for a long time yesterday but couldn't think of a suitable reason, so he asked directly, "Did Regulus give you a locket?"

"How did you know?" Kreacher widened his eyes, and then muttered in a low voice, "How could this little brat know the task that the young master gave Kreacher? This is the young master's last wish, but Kreacher failed to fulfill it Kreacher has failed the little master's expectations!"

"Stop, Kreacher!" Harry quickly stopped Kreacher's self-punishment, "I can do this! I can destroy it!"

"Really?" Kreacher looked at Harry with his eyes.

"Of course!" Harry said firmly, "Give it to me, and I'll destroy it."

"How does Kreacher know if what little master Harry said is true?" Kreacher was very suspicious, "This is a task assigned to Kreacher by the young master, and Kreacher can't mess it up."

"I..." Harry was at a loss for words. He didn't expect Kreacher to be so defensive. He carefully recalled his previous life and remembered Kreacher's attitude towards Bellatrix. He had a flash of inspiration and said, "Kreacher, you Do you know Draco?"

"Miss Narcissa's Young Master Draco?"

Seeing that Kreacher's attitude softened, Harry hurriedly said, "That's right, it's him! If you don't trust me, you can ask him to supervise me."

"Kreacher can trust Young Master Draco." Kreacher nodded hesitantly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and ordered, "But you must not tell Sirius about this! Not in any way!"

"Kreacher has no way to disobey the master's order." Kreacher said.

"Then..." Harry thought for a while, "Then if Sirius doesn't ask, you can't take the initiative to tell him in any way."

"This Kreacher can do it." Kreacher bowed, "Kreacher is going down, is there any dish that Master Harry would like to eat?"

"No, no. I don't have anything special to eat. But can you clean the Black house?" Harry thought for a while and added, "To be honest, I don't see how noble the Black house is, you see This house is so dirty..."

"The Blacks are always noble!" screamed Kreacher. "Oh! my mistress, how it will hurt her to hear that!"

"But to me, it's just a dirty, shabby house. Even my aunt's house—she's a Muggle—looks much nicer than this," said Harry.

What a shame to lose to a Muggle house!Kreacher began to struggle, "Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving the young master, how the mistress hates him, what a disappointment he is—"

"You're just cleaning the house, it doesn't matter who lives in it!" interrupted Harry, "why don't you think how sad your mistress will be to see the house like this ?”

Kreacher's eyes widened, "Kreacher will clean up right away! The Black family is always noble!"

Watching Kreacher's rapid Apparition, Harry let out a long sigh of relief, and decided to go back to bed and sleep for a while, this morning was really exhausting!

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The number of words seems to be a bit small, is it because the number of words exploded in the last one? 【Innocent face