HP the red-haired savior

After Hisoka followed Sirius back to Black's old house, Sirius packed up the room that originally belonged to Regulus Black for him to live in.Just when Hisoka squinted his eyes and looked at this slightly gloomy mansion, an old hoarse, rough and unpleasant voice sounded.

"Oh, the young master who betrayed the family has brought a mixed race in!" He said as if thinking about it, with undisguised disdain in his words, and for Hisoka, "I have to bring Regulus The young master's room is occupied by that half-breed! Oh, poor lady, how sad she would be if she found out!"

Hisoka looked around, but did not find the third person.

"That's Kreacher." Sirius seemed to understand what Hisoka was looking for, "It's a house elf of the Black family, it used to belong to Regulus, but..."

but what?

Sirius Black didn't have much in his memory, but he could roughly guess it.With the Black family in decline, the house-elves will naturally die out, and now there is only Kreacher left, so naturally it is not an exclusive house-elf—not to mention, its owner, Regulus Black, has long since died. Already dead, turned into a corpse and drowned in the water, without even a grand funeral.

If it was the real Sirius Black, it might be a bit sad, after all, Regulus is his only younger brother, and the two had a good relationship when they were young-but he is not Sirius Black, so he has no feeling at all To the slightest bit of sadness.He only had Hisoka in his eyes, and even Kreacher's disrespect made him unable to deal with it.

"Ah, house-elf..." Hisoka narrowed his eyes, and when he mentioned house-elf, he couldn't help but think of Dobby the house-elf who caused Harry a lot of trouble last year. how is itBut judging from the situation of the Malfoy family, it probably won't do any good...

"What are you thinking?" Sirius turned his head to look at him, his dark pupils were full of puzzlement, he was clearly in his 30s, but for some reason, he had a cute feeling.

Oops, the sense of familiarity is getting heavier and heavier...

Hisoka curled his lips and replied with a smile, "It's nothing, I just remembered the house elf who betrayed the master in the Malfoy family."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a "bang", and Kreacher's voice became louder.

"Oh, treacherous house-elf!" cried it indignantly, "unforgivable! His head should be cut off! Cut off and crushed!"

Hisoka's eyes fell on the wall where many house-elf heads hung, and he let out a chuckle with unknown meaning: "Dear godfather, it is the tradition of the Black family to cut off the heads of house-elves and hang them on the wall." ?"

"Yes." Sirius responded in a low voice, "This is the glory of the house elves."

In the Black house, only the best house-elves have the honor of having their heads cut off and hung on the walls, and the ordinary house-elves are usually killed by their masters in old age - if they have such a thing If that's the case—as for the rest of the house-elves who are not ordinary, and have made a big mistake, they can be said to be clumsy, their treatment is to have their heads cut off, and then crushed mercilessly.Hundreds of years ago, hammers and heavy swords were used, but in the past [-] years, they have become gun handles.

"The house is in such a mess, Godfather, aren't you going to clean it up yourself?" Hisoka looked up at Sirius, a little jokingly.

Sirius blinked, looking at the obviously messy old house with a bit of embarrassment.

"If that house-elf named Kreacher is too old to work, he might as well just kill it~" Hisoka said with a smile, "Then, I'll ask Voldigor for one to help clean up. Na~"

"Dark Lord?" Sirius heard the word "Voldifruit", with a displeased expression on his face, "Don't bother him..."

"It's not troublesome~!" Hisoka said, his golden eyes looked at a certain place with a smile, "If it's what I want, Voldeguo will definitely not find it troublesome."

This is indeed the truth, Voldemort will not find it troublesome, and the Dark Lord will not be able to find a house-elf; even if he really can't find it for a while, he can simply transfer the matter to Mr. Lucius .As for Mr. Lucius, one of the bunch of house-elves in Malfoy Manor is enough.

At this moment, Kreacher showed his figure.It is indeed very old, the house-elf is already a bit ugly, and now its skin - let's call it that - is covered with wrinkles, the two big bulbous eyes are cloudy, and the big ears grow white. Hu Hu fluff, looks even uglier.

"No! Kreacher can still do it!" it screamed loudly, looking at Hisoka with displeasure, "I won't allow it! Kreacher won't allow you to find another house-elf!"

"Then let's clean up here quickly~ Anyway, it's Black's old house, isn't it?" Hisoka was not angry, and even had a smile on his face.

Kreacher muttered, and he didn't know what he said, but he really started to work.

"That nasty half-breed!" it muttered while working, "threatening Kreacher! Oh, poor Kreacher!"

It would be too naive to think that there is only one Kreacher in Black's old house, and soon, Hisoka encountered a second welcoming ceremony, which came from his dear godfather's mother, who could be regarded as his godgrandmother—— If you count from his grandmother, Doria Black Potter, it should be regarded as a great-grandmother.

Walburga Black, and Orion Black are husband and wife, and they are also cousins.In contrast, Orion Black was milder, and Walburga was much stronger; it could be said that in the Black family, generally speaking, it was Mrs. Black who made decisions, not the head of House Black.

Although the real Walburga Black died shortly after the disappearance of her youngest son, the downfall of Voldemort, the entry of her eldest son into Azkaban, and the decline of the Black family, but even though it was just a portrait, the fighting power of the old lady Black was still the same as before tyrannical.

"Sirius Black!" Walburga in the portrait is dressed in a black baroque dress, dressed like an ordinary lady, her face is stuck at the age of about 30 years old, and she looks glamorous At the same time, it has a mature charm.However, the lady became less elegant when she saw Sirius, and her hysterical yelling made her look haggard and embarrassed: "You still have the face to come back! You still have the face to come back to Black's old house! "

Sirius looked at the portrait expressionlessly, showing no emotion—whether it was shame, longing, anger, nothing.

Hisoka watched with great interest as Walburga Black scolded and satirized Sirius Black, feeling... quite interesting.

Just when he was enjoying watching the play, the fire from the Mrs. Black suddenly turned to him for some reason: "Charlie Potter, the son of the Potter family! A red-haired mixed race! Gryffin How many 'saviors'! The one who hindered the Dark Lord's cause! How dare you bring him!"

Well, well, well, this is really a little unfair.I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Hisoka always felt that Walburga put a lot of emphasis on the word “red hair”—well, it’s understandable, after all, according to other people’s thinking, red hair is inherited from his hemp seed Mother Lily Potter's.

Hisoka narrowed his eyes, and tapped his lips with his white and slender fingers. The red and white collided together, creating a soul-stirring feeling. "Dear Mrs. Black, you really misunderstood me." He smiled, "I am not the savior of Gryffindor~"