Professor, please pay the debt

Harry had Usa, the kicked elf, take him to Apparate to Grimmauld Place in London, and when they arrived it was nightfall and the streets reeked of rubbish, The booming noise of a rock and roll stereo came from the nearby Muggle house.

Standing between numbers 11 and 13, Harry ordered, "Kreacher, open the door!"

Immediately a battered door popped out of nowhere between numbers 11 and 13, followed by grimy walls and spooky windows, and it looked as if an extra house had suddenly swelled, throwing the two sides together. Everything is squeezed out.

The door opened from the inside, and Kreacher stood by the door and bowed to Harry, "Welcome home, Master."

Harry was exhausted, he ran non-stop all day, the Ministry of Magic, Gringotts, Potter Castle, and now Black's old house again.

Besides, he didn't eat anything except breakfast, not even a cup of tea.

He was dizzy with hunger now, his lips were chapped and chapped with thirst, and he really wanted to go back to the Dursleys' and sleep.

But no, who knows if Dumbledore will wait there, and once he catches him, he won't be able to do anything serious.

So Harry, exhausted as he was, walked up the grey-white steps past the peeling-painted door with its silver knocker in the shape of a coiled snake.

"Who are you? You are not allowed to enter the Black house!" Kreacher's bullfrog-like voice yelled.

"Usa wants to follow the master, you can't stop me."

Kreacher tried to keep Ursa out of the door, but Ursa was a good elf, and he had to follow his Master to serve him.

"Shut up!" Harry ordered, "Kreacher, I want a cup of black tea, and then you go and prepare dinner, I'm staying here tonight, clean up the master bedroom, and Usa comes with me."

Kreacher is the elf of the Black family, and Harry always finds him untrustworthy, so he has to bring the elf of the Potter family just in case.

A row of old-fashioned gas lamps were dimly lit in the foyer, and a large piece of wallpaper had peeled off, revealing the off-white wall, but the air was still fresh, maybe Kreacher had cleaned it.

Harry just walked into the living room when he heard a woman screaming, "Dirty mudblood bastard, Potter bastard, scum of the nobles, get out of my ancestors' house, you defiled The forever pure Black family."

Old Mrs. Blake, Christophe Blake, Emmanuel's wife, her portrait is pasted on the opposite side of the hall, with dark red curtains hanging on both sides, she loose hair, waving long nails, rushing Harry yelled ferociously, as if he would rush out of the picture frame to scratch him in the next second.

Harry was surprised that his temper had improved and he hadn't directly ruined the portrait.

"Good evening, Mrs. Black..." Harry greeted the crazy woman in a calm tone, and then said slowly and coldly: "I'm surprised to hear the word noble from your mouth, because from your I can't see anything related to nobility."

Old Mrs. Black did not expect such an answer. She was dumbfounded, and Harry gracefully took off his robe and threw it away. Usa hurried over to catch it accurately, and ran to the hall with the clothes in his arms, and hung them up. On a snake hanger.

"You can't boss me around in my house..." Mrs. Black regained her strength, and she began to curse again, "The name here is Black, and the noblest and purest nobles have lived here for generations. A wild boy like you is not worthy of living here." it's here!"

Harry settled himself on a dragon-skin sofa, one of a group of sofas set around the fireplace, the most comfortable spot in the living room, which had been occupied by Harry when he lived in the house last summer. Didn't notice the sofa.

Because Mrs. Black's portrait was pasted over the fireplace, everyone avoided her as much as possible, and no one wanted to come here.

But now Harry is different, he has the memory of the Dark Lord, or he is the Dark Lord but has the memory of Harry, this is a bit confusing, and Harry doesn't want to think about it.

But he was sure he wasn't afraid of anyone, let alone a portrait, so he sat down on his favorite sofa, even though it was right across from Mrs. Black.

Then Kreacher appeared, floating beside him was a large silver plate, and on it was a fine china set, with a teapot, teacups, sugar bowl, milk jug, and a small saucer of butter cookies.

Kreacher waved his slender arms to direct the set of things to land on the coffee table in front of Harry's eyes, and then bowed to Harry, "Your tea is here, master."

Mrs. Black found a new target to vent her anger on, she cursed: "Kreacher, you traitor..."

Harry interrupted her rudely, "Kreacher, make dinner."

Kreacher disappeared with a snap, and so did Mrs Black's cursing, she glared at Harry angrily, and Harry poured himself a cup of tea, no sugar or milk, in a sense, He agreed with Scrimgeour's taste, preferring pure black tea or coffee, not adding messy things.

Hold the saucer in the left hand, and stir gently with the small silver spoon in the right hand. When the temperature of the tea drops to a suitable level for drinking, put the spoon horizontally on the saucer, and then hold the teacup in the right hand to enjoy slowly...

After the mellow tea moistened his thirsty throat, Harry returned his gaze to the portrait of Mrs. Black.

There is only one portrait left of a once glorious family, and suddenly they feel desolate and the world is impermanent. Harry can't tell who this feeling belongs to, most of it belongs to the original Harry.

Because the Dark Lord has no personal relationship with the Black family, a big scrawny black dog, who risked his life to play hide-and-seek with the dementors in order to protect the boy, and a handsome black-haired nobleman who promised to give Harry Lee a home...

Some words got stuck in his throat and were said without Da An's consent.

"Why didn't you tell Sirius you'd forgive him?" Harry asked.

"I didn't forgive him, he was a traitor, a disgrace to the family, a pure-blood traitor, I will never forgive him, never will, he broke my heart, I even regret having him."

"Hard mouth and soft heart!"

If Mrs. Black did not forgive her eldest son, she could leave the property to Bella or Narcissa, "I think you mother and son are the same people. Sirius wants to reconcile with you, but he has been unable to speak."

"He didn't have such an idea, he called me an old witch!" Mrs. Black roared.

"He did scold like that, but he didn't feel well when he did it, his face was as pale as a vampire..."

Harry was by Sirius' side at the time and witnessed his pain, "He didn't want to argue with you, not even Kreacher, but none of you were able to speak first, so you just missed it."

There was a pang of sadness in Harry's heart, and he didn't need to bother to distinguish this time, it must be the savior's longing for the godfather.

Then who am I?Is it the Dark Lord or the Savior?

The Dark Lord wouldn't care if mother and son Black were reconciled, and there's no way the Savior would work with the Ministry of Magic, maybe two souls fused to form a new soul? ?

Harry rubbed his face hard, forget it, don't think about it, in short, he now has a body, a clear mind, and is living according to his own will, and that's enough.

He stood up and was about to go to the kitchen to eat, only then did he realize that Mrs. Black had been silent for a long time, and Harry felt it necessary to tell her that the Black family property had changed hands.

So he said, "I came here today to inform you that I have just inherited Sirius' property, which also includes the Black family's share."

"That traitor!" Mrs. Black seemed to wake up suddenly from contemplation. She suddenly raised her head and cursed with her bony fists, "He made the Black family extinct. He killed himself without giving birth to an heir. He is a member of this family. sinner who didn't even have a portrait of himself!"

The more she scolded, the more excited she became, tears flowed uncontrollably, dripping from her face and disappearing at the edge of the picture frame.

"Sirius is like this, Regulus is like this, they are all dead, my son is dead, there is no farewell, no portrait, nothing, the Black family has nothing!"

She couldn't cry, holding the picture frame and weeping loudly.

Harry felt like he had messed things up, he didn't want to face a mother who had lost her son, and the cool, poised feeling he'd had when he first entered was gone, and he opened the door to the kitchen and fled.

The situation in the kitchen is much better than last year. The rough stone walls around seem to have been scraped off a layer, and the ceiling has also turned white. All kinds of frying pans and frying pans hanging from it are all light blue The metal glow of the room, and the long wooden table in the middle, which Harry remembered cracked and deformed in the last year.

But now, not only is it intact, but it has even been painted, and there are no more wooden thorns when touched by hand.

"Well done Kreacher!" Harry said to himself.

There was a low whimper coming from the cupboard, which was supposed to be Kreacher's lair, and Harry guessed he must have overheard his conversation with Mrs Black, and the elf might be weeping for the Black family.

Harry hesitated and took two steps towards the cupboard, subconsciously wanting to comfort Kreacher, but then felt that his heart was getting softer and he wanted to comfort a house-elf, forget it!Anyway, you are a wizard yourself, don't be too ashamed!

"Usa, come and cook!"

Harry didn't want to comfort Kreacher, nor did he want to force him to work, so he had to use the Potter elves.

Suddenly the cupboard opened, and Kreacher poked his head out from its hiding place, his big eyes were bloodshot, and his long nose was as red as a tomato, "Kreacher isn't too old to carry a plate, The Blacks don't need another elf."

"Let Usa help you, Kreacher, we now have the same master." Usa coaxed Kreacher softly, obviously sympathizing with him.

But Kreacher glared at him viciously, "Go away, Kreacher will always belong to the noble Black family."

Harry felt that some words were stuck in his throat. If he didn't say it, he would suffocate him to death, but if he said it, he would lose his dignity as a wizard. He struggled a bit, but finally lost his dignity. Next to the closet, trying to comfort a magical alchemy item... Merlin!

"Kreacher belongs to the Blacks, of course. You might like to visit Potter Castle, though. There are a dozen elves there, and you can chat with them or have a cup of tea and a game of chess or something."

Let the elves comfort each other!Harry thought it was a good idea, maybe Kreacher hadn't seen one of his kind in over ten years.

"No!" After crying, Kreacher's voice became more like a bullfrog. The word "no" sounded like a real bullfrog croaking, "Kreacher is a good elf, and he would never make tea and chat. Things, that's too bad, let alone play chess, if Kreacher goes to play chess, the master can chop off my head and hang it on the wall, Kreacher will never complain."

Harry didn't expect elves to have pride!Moreover, Kreacher's self-esteem seems to be hurting, does he need to apologize?Merlin!

Kreacher lowered his head, let his small body shrink into the cupboard, scratched his left ear for a while, scratched his right ear for a while, and after both ears were red, he finally said: "If the little Potter family If the elves are not lazy and bad elves, Kreacher would like to meet them..."

awkward guy!

Harry was a little bored, who made the elf so complicated?They will serve the plate and that's it.

"Okay, then it's settled, I'll take you to Potter Castle another day. Now, if you don't want Usa to cook, come out and work quickly, Usa will clean up the room... No, Kreacher, you object It's no use, it's late and I don't want to wait until midnight to go to bed."

There was still resentment in Kreacher's eyes, but he didn't dare to disobey such a direct order.

So Usa happily went upstairs to work, Kreacher dawdled for a while, and finally decided to leave his comfort zone before his Master starved to death, and he slowly opened the cupboard with his small, pimple-covered hands. The door, the moment the door opened, something flashed in the cupboard. It was a very important thing, as important as life!

The memory of the Dark Lord roared angrily in my mind, that is the guarantee of my eternal life!

Harry grabbed Kreacher by the wrist and pulled him out, then reached into the cupboard and pinched the shiny thing accurately. When the light of the old-fashioned gas lamp in the kitchen shone on that thing, Harry knew clearly See the letter S for Slytherin shining.

how come?How could the Dark Lord's Horcrux be here!

In Black's old house, in a house-elf's dirty cupboard.

Harry's mood at this time was not as angry and excited as when he saw the ring of the Gaunt family, because he found that the soul piece in the locket was still there, and the clasp was closed together intact, obviously it had not been opened.

Kreacher reached out to snatch his treasure back, but Harry was already on his feet, holding him in one hand, and his short arm couldn't reach the locket in Harry's other hand.

He let out a mournful cry: "No, master can't touch that, it's Master Regulus' locket!"

Regulus?Regulus Black, youngest son of House Black, young admirer of the Dark Lord.

In order to hide this Horcrux, the Dark Lord arranged a very safe place, the cave by the sea, the black lake full of corpses, and finally in order to complete all these, the Dark Lord borrowed an elf from Regulus... So, is Regulus up to something?

Harry put Kreacher down and did Legilimency to him without hesitation. The matter of the Horcruxes was too important, much more important than traces and the law on the protection of underage wizards. Even if the school expelled him for this, he would still No hesitation.