[HP] Hogwarts students

Both Sirius and Lupine walked in, but Kreacher was still crying and banging his head on the chest of drawers, mixed with Hermione screaming and stopping, I rushed forward and pulled the old and frail elf down On the ground, and he just stared blankly at the ceiling, howling loudly.

"Okay, what did he do?" Sirius said disapprovingly, while Lupine stepped forward and helped us up with Hermione.

As soon as Kreacher came into contact with Hermione and Lupine, he started whimpering again, as if he had been greatly insulted, as if he didn't hear Sirius' question - and he didn't ask Kreacher either.

"It's the locket." Hermione explained timidly. "Kreacher wanted to return the locket, and said he made a mistake and didn't carry out your order."

"—my order? The only order I ever gave him was to get out of the upstairs room." Sirius frowned, then turned to Kreacher, "Okay, Kreacher. I ordered You, stand up and answer my questions honestly."

"...Yes, Master." Kreacher got up from the ground very slowly, muttering something.

Sirius took a deep breath and sized him up with bored eyes: "Whose on earth is that locket? Why did you have to get it?—and, what do you mean by 'Master's Order'?"

"'Master's order' is not your order, master..." Kreacher said in a low and muffled voice, "it is Master Regulus' order... That locket is also Master Regulus' locket ...order Kreacher to destroy the locket before he, before he is dragged into the water..."

"But!" Kreacher suddenly raised his head, showing a tearful, sad face, "Kreacher can't leave a trace on it!"

I turned my head quietly, and found that Sirius' face was terribly black. He was shocked and surprised, and his dark gray eyes were so gloomy that they almost dripped ink.And at some point, Harry and Ron also came to the door. With the locket in his hand, Harry asked loudly, "Is this it?——It really can't be opened."

Kreacher cried out again, and he fell flat on the ground, banging his head on the ground repeatedly, until Sirius stopped him angrily, and everyone in the room was shocked.

Under Sirius' questioning, Kreacher narrated the truth in his hoarse voice—the truth about the death of Sirius' younger brother Regulus.

It turned out that he was not hunted to death because he was afraid of quitting the Death Eaters... Smart, he sensed the conspiracy and cruelty of the mysterious man. With the help of Kreacher, he secretly destroyed the mysterious man's plan, but he But because of this, he was sacrificed and buried deep under a water that no one knew about.

And Regulus forbade Kreacher to mention this matter to his family members in order to prevent leaking the news, and he bears the reputation of being killed as a coward until today——Sirius took the initiative to ask, breaking the forbidden rules .

"...what's in there?" I wiped my face in tears, looked up and looked around, trying to get an answer.Sirius froze in place, looking at the sad elf absently, wondering what he was thinking; Lupine lowered his head, looking very pitying for him; while Harry and Ron looked confused and disturbed, Hermione But already crying like a tearful man.

"Kreacher doesn't know what's inside..." He rubbed his tennis ball-sized eyes, the bloodshot eyes were no longer scary or crazy, but very sad. "Kreacher can feel what's inside, but Kreacher can't carry out the master's orders - Kreacher is a useless elf!"

"Maybe Sirius and Remus have a solution." I looked at them expectantly, but Sirius didn't seem to hear, and Lupine looked at us with gentle and serious eyes: "Leave this matter to us, ha Leigh, you give me the locket."

Harry stared at Kreacher, and stepped forward to put the locket in Lupine's hand.Lupine lowered his head and exchanged a few words with Sirius, only then did Sirius react. They looked at each other, grabbed the coat and cloak at the door, and prepared to go out.

"Children, I'm sorry...you just wait at home and don't go anywhere, okay?" Lupine said hastily, and before leaving, Sirius gave Kreacher a very complicated look, very Reluctantly said: "We will help you research the secret of this locket, and then destroy it."

Immediately afterwards, the two of them rushed out of the door and Apparated away.

Kreacher stared blankly at the empty door, and knelt down on the ground as if he had just realized it, tearing his thin chest and crumpled rags, crying heartbreakingly, all under his huge nose It was shiny green slime—and this time, in addition to the sadness and pain, there was some hopeful anticipation in the cry.

I couldn't help being brought out of my emotions by him, watching him vent his sadness with red eyes, and Harry slowly approached him, and said in a softer tone for the first time: "Kreacher, you Go and rest for a while, and we'll call you when Sirius and Remus return."

"Yes—there are these!" Hermione and Ron pulled out the remaining garbage bags, "These are all from Black's old house, they should be—they are all treasures left by your mistress, Sirius Promise, you can keep them."

"Merry Christmas, Kreacher." We blessed him, and Kreacher's emotions, which had finally calmed down, collapsed again. He fell to the floor in excitement, crying and howling in convulsions, which probably lasted under our persuasion. After 10 minutes, he stood up tremblingly.

Kreacher bowed to us one by one, (when facing Hermione and Ron standing together, he hesitated and bowed lightly to the gap between the two of them) finally no longer sneered at us, but full of respect and gratitude Bowing his head, he staggered out of the hall.

Hermione was weeping on Ron's shoulder, and it seemed the scene stirred up all her emotions.I rubbed my eyes and said calmly, "Okay—in that case, let's open the presents first. Otherwise, even the Christmas tree will cry."

"What do you think might be hidden in that locket?" Harry asked after unwrapping a large box of broomstick care kits as we knelt by the tree, absently unwrapping presents.

"Maybe it's the mysterious man's treasure." Ron guessed, he shook off a dark red sweater and frowned, "Mom gave me another sweater...it's dark red again...see if you are Not too."

Sure enough, after we unpacked it, we each received sweaters knitted by Mrs. Weasley.Harry's sweater is scarlet, with a Gryffindor lion pattern embroidered on the chest; mine is still sky blue, with beautiful yellow roses on the chest; The beige color is like Crookshanks' fur, and the chest is a simple kitten.

"—I said earlier, how many elves are there in the wizarding world?" Hermione asked casually as she put the sweater on over the dressing gown.

"I don't know, at least many rich and powerful wizarding families have elves, and some have more than one." Ron took out another pack of ginger plush gloves, the same color as his hair, He froze, flipped through the card and said in surprise: "This is from your mother—Kelly, she even gave me hand-knitted gloves."

"Oh, maybe it's because she saw the sweater from your mother." I recalled that there was a time when she was indeed knitting something non-stop, "If you have it, then Harry and Hermione must have it too. "

Harry quickly peeled off the wrapping paper on the surface, and dug out a package of red and gold presents from the bottom. After opening it, it turned out to be a pair of green gloves: "This is really beautiful, the sweater and gloves are great!"

"Yes, I really appreciate Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Morris." Hermione put on her pale pink gloves with a smile, and touched Crookshanks, "—let's continue the topic just now, those Elf belongs to the housekeeper position in the family, right?"

"Listen, Hermione." Ron was a little impatient, and he turned his head to look at her. "If you really want to know these things, why don't you read your book? A History of Magic, " A House-Elf Tale . . . or something, there's always a book out there, isn't there?"

"I will, of course I will look for books on this." Hermione turned cold and shook her head in disbelief, "Thank you for your 'help', Ronald."

After speaking, she angrily left with her gift.I took a look at Ron, he looked a bit regretful, but he still said stubbornly: "--I didn't say anything wrong, she really should look for the records in the book."

Harry turned his head and looked at me. Neither of us interrupted. After all, the bickering between Hermione and Ron has been going on for a long time. Every time we try to persuade, it will only make the situation worse. It's better to just let it go They go on, and they always make up again after a while.

"I'm going to make breakfast." I supported Harry's thigh and stood up. He shook and stood up with the help of my hand: "I'll help too, Ron, are you coming?"

"Come on later," muttered Ron, who had some presents left to unwrap.I took Harry's hand - warmly, and left from the reception room.

"How did you sleep this morning?" I asked inadvertently, and I caught a glimpse of Harry's nervous and flustered expression out of the corner of my eye: "Uh--it's okay, I slept well...I fell asleep."

"That's good, I just realized it now, maybe I had a nightmare last night because of that locket." I curled my lips and sighed in fear, "Fortunately nothing major happened, you were still by my side at that time Woolen cloth."

"I hope I'm by your side every time you're in trouble." Harry said seriously, holding my hand gradually tightened.This sentence made me feel very warm, but——

"Why do you acquiesce that I will encounter trouble every time?" I looked at him helplessly, "Besides, you have the most troubles compared to me."

"Uh." Harry scratched his head awkwardly, "but I never ask for trouble."

"You mean, I'm the type who takes the initiative to find trouble every time—?" I narrowed my eyes and looked at him dangerously.

Harry was even more panicked. He kept blinking and stammering, trying to save the situation, but unexpectedly, it wasn't him who saved the situation——

"Young master and miss, please have breakfast." Kreacher stood by the sink, his face still drooping, but the table was filled with a rich breakfast, steaming hot and full of fragrance.We were all stunned, Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and I could barely feel my jaw.

"You—are you really Kreacher?" Harry asked.