[HP] Seven Nights Talk

The next day, as if fearing that the Dursleys would go back on their word, Sirius waited outside Number 4 Privet Drive early in the morning.Fortunately, he has a certain amount of research on Muggle clothes, and he is handsome. Muggles who see him think he looks like a decent gentleman.But even so, Harry thought, his aunt's family were visibly relieved when they sent him out - he wasn't here this time, and Dobby wouldn't be here, so maybe the Dursleys could really make it That big rig business.

But the thought was only fleeting in Harry's mind.He arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place with Sirius, and found out at the door what the godfather had prepared for him—Sirius called Ron and Hermione over to celebrate his birthday.

Flowers, blessings, candles, cake, Harry has never experienced such a decent birthday.Although Sirius's level of housework was basically unbearable, and the cake he made was crooked, but Harry was still very happy, and his face turned red with a smile.This made him temporarily forget about the horrible request of the god of death, and felt that even if it was just for this scene, he must go on unswervingly.

Everyone ate happily, blew out the candles, made a wish, and finally they were stretched out on the cushions and gasped for breath.

"Oh, it's too bad, I ate too much today." Ron said while rubbing his belly, his face was full of satisfaction: "Although it looks so-so, it still tastes good."

Hermione sat across from him, and it was rare for her to dislike him in a critical tone: "Yeah, even though it's not like the recipe, at least it's still edible! It's not in vain that we started preparing this meal the day before. !" Neither Sirius nor Ron knew how to cook, and she directed them to do it step by step.Obviously she was still dissatisfied with her performance, because she went on to say: "It's just that the time is a bit rushed this time, and the housework magic has not been learned well."

"Okay, you're already great, Hermione." Ron had a very good temper after eating, and he gave Hermione a thumbs up when he heard this.Sirius' reaction was the same, "Trust me, Hermione, without you, the kitchen would have blown up!"

His words made all three of them laugh.But Harry was half-laughing, and a question suddenly occurred to him: "Well, where's Kreacher? I mean, um, why doesn't he come out and eat a little?" As if he hadn't seen the house-elf this time around ?

Sirius' smile narrowed slightly. "It's been sick since the last time you were here, and it hasn't recovered yet, but Ron has brought it over for dinner." He didn't want to care about it at first—there was a house-elf who was asked to serve by the master - But Hermione couldn't stand it, she would be scolded by Kreacher if she went by herself, so only the pure-blooded Ron took over this embarrassing job.

"...Ill? Like this?" Harry was a little surprised.Except for the drunk Winky, he has never seen a house-elf get sick—yes, even if a normal house-elf is really sick, he will definitely not let his master know, right?

But Sirius obviously didn't want to bring up the subject on this day.He looked at the mess of butter on the table, and decisively started to chase people away. "It's almost too late, the three of you hurry up and go upstairs to rest."

Harry knew all along that the godfather didn't like Kreacher, and he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere at this moment, so he nodded and stood up.But he still thinks about it in his heart--Kreacher didn't seem to have this problem before--that's something else--it makes Kreacher feel depressed and sick--a very important thing--on him Sick after the first visit——

By the way, isn't it the locket?Kreacher has always regarded that silver locket as a relic of Regulus and regarded it as a treasure. Last time Voldemort secretly swept it away, it is estimated that he is now anxious because he can't find it at all, right?

Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione, who had gone upstairs with Harry, were also talking.

"I've never seen a house-elf like this!" Ron had just drank some non-alcoholic champagne, but now he still looked a little bit high: "Laughing, making faces, disobedient... Sirius didn't give him a sock Charity already! I don't think you'd be worrying about it, Harry, you might as well be worrying about us."

How bad Kreacher's attitude is, Hermione naturally knows better than Ron.But she always felt that the house elves were pitiful enough, and she really couldn't understand the fate of serving the master. At this time, she still had to expect Ron to deliver meals to Kreacher every meal, so she replied in a low voice, but she was still firm: " I don't think Kreacher is a bad guy."

Ron gave her a blank look and wanted to say something, but just happened to see Harry in the middle of them and felt that he should make an impression of a good night on the other party's birthday, so he stopped. "Anyway, according to me, Harry, don't worry about that house-elf. Sirius just said he was sick, so he chose a good reason to tell you..." He lowered his voice mysteriously: I said, Kreacher probably has been alone for a long time, and he has developed a mental disorder."

"Ron!" Hermione said disapprovingly.

But Harry heard a very important question. "Mental issues?" he pressed, trying to sound less curious. "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure either..." Ron scratched his head, organized his words, and said, "Because I didn't hear clearly. But Kreacher has been turning around in the corner, still talking He kept chanting 'Master', 'box', 'I'm sorry', so Sirius and I guessed that it missed the Master in its mouth so much that it was a bit..." He pointed with a strong hint head.

"It's just talking, it's not crazy!" Hermione said unhappily, "Maybe it's just looking for something that Regulus might have left behind!"

Ron knew from her tone that he couldn't argue with her at this time, and the room was coming again, so he winked at Harry, which roughly meant that Hermione loved too much. "I'm here, good night, Harry, Hermione."

Sirius' house was not small, and with a bit of cleaning, it would be no problem for everyone to have a bedroom.So the three of them said goodnight and went back to their respective houses.As soon as Harry entered, he couldn't help closing it quickly, and asked impatiently, "Is Kreacher looking for a locket?"

Voldemort's reaction was always sharp, but this time it took a few seconds for him to reply. "Obviously, this also asks me?"

His voice was muffled, but Harry didn't notice it for a while.Of course, since Regulus was so kind to Kreacher, it was normal for Kreacher to miss him.And it didn't do anything bad, how about he go to the cave by the sea one more time and take out that fake locket and give it back to Kreacher?

He had a good idea this way, but Voldemort obviously didn't have the heart. "You do this yourself." He said coldly.

Harry was used to the attitude of the other party, and he didn't expect Voldemort to help him in this matter in the first place, so he didn't take it seriously.But when he climbed onto the bed, he suddenly felt a little strange—Voldemort seems to be in a bad mood today?Wasn't it normal yesterday?

But I also want to know that asking Voldemort this kind of question will definitely not have the correct result.Harry turned around on the bed for a while, guessing from his own revealing that the other party had been stimulated, but he didn't come up with a definite answer until he was about to fall asleep in a daze.Originally, with him like this, he might not be able to sleep well the next morning, but there were other things that made him sleep badly——

Because in the middle of the night, Harry was awakened by a dull sound, and for a moment he thought it was Voldemort.But he soon realized that the sound of punching to the flesh was definitely not what the ring could make.He quickly touched his glasses and picked up his wand, and after a fluorescent flash, he realized what happened——

The two house-elves were wrestling silently on the ground, gnashing their teeth, pulling their noses, pulling their noses, twisting their arms, and they almost stumbled.

"Kreacher? Dobby? Let go!"