[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

One day in December, Harry woke up from the warmth of his bed to find that it was snowing outside.

The white snow covered the entire Hogwarts overnight, and the castle, the grounds, the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid's hut were all covered with a layer of silver.Harry was delighted to realize that Christmas was just around the corner when he saw Hagrid walking towards the castle from a distance from the window, dragging two firs taller than he was.

Snape had been ignoring him all this time, and Harry didn't want to go any further, and every Potions class was a torment for him.Harry felt he needed a breather, maybe not seeing Snape for a while, so he wouldn't be stuck with him all the time.

And he also misses Sirius very much, because of Umbridge's investigation order, his communication with Sirius has been changed from once a week to once every half a month, and he has to avoid Filch's monitoring - this is a big problem for Hyde. Wei's work has brought great difficulties, but fortunately she is a very good messenger.

The tone of Sirius in the latest correspondence is very distressed - yes, anyone who is locked up in an old house all year round with only an old house-elf around him will be depressed, and Sirius has such a wanton personality ——If Harry hadn't repeatedly dissuaded him and brought Dumbledore out again, I'm afraid he would have sneaked out already.

When Professor McGonagall came to count up the list of students going home for Christmas, Harry signed it without hesitation.Hermione signed too.Hermione's parents went to the Hawaiian Islands for vacation, and she didn't want to be a light bulb, so she agreed with Harry to go to Grimmauld Place for Christmas.

When they pulled the suitcases into the hall, they saw Ron who was supposed to go back with the rest of the Weasleys.

"Ron!" Hermione looked both surprised and delighted. "You didn't... you said you were going home—"

"Hmm..." Ron smiled and took the box in her hand, "I go back every year, this year I want to stay with you."

"Oh! Ron!" Hermione threw herself into Ron's arms, hugging him tightly, shaking slightly.

Harry stared dumbfounded at what happened, admiring Ron.

He gave Ron a quiet thumbs up behind Hermione's back, and Ron smiled and winked at him.

"Hey buddy! Yes you," Harry hurriedly poked Ron while they were sitting on the train while Hermione was going to the bathroom, "when did you ever learn to—"

"I'm telling you, Harry," Ron leaned over and whispered proudly, "You've learned a lot about chasing girls." He took out a book from his pocket like some important treasure, haha Leigh took a closer look, and the title of the book was... "A Hundred Words to Keep Witches Happy", "I mail-ordered a lot by owl, fortunately this is not within the scope of Umbridge's prohibition—"

"and this--"

... "How to Stop Your Girlfriend from Being Angry" ...

"this--"

..."72 Love Words for a Heart-warming Boyfriend"...

Harry looked strange.

"Would you like to see it, Harry? I've got plenty more here."

"Uh...forget it..."

Snape wasn't a girl either, so he definitely wouldn't take this set...

"No, give me one, Ron. It's good to read when I'm... well... bored."

They got out of the car in London, quietly entered the house that only the secret agent could see, and when they entered the door, they were surprised to find that it was full of dust and there was no festive atmosphere, as if they had returned to the first time they came here. Looks - it took them almost a month of summer to get it sorted out.

Old draperies hung over the portrait of old Mrs. Blake, and she turned her head at the sound of their footsteps beneath the drapery as they tiptoed through the hall.

"Who's there? I seem to smell a dirty half-breed breath..."

"Shut up you!"

Sirius heard the sound and thumped down the stairs to meet them.

The curtain slid open on its own with a swish, and old Mrs Black screamed.

"Dirty! Disgraceful--half-blood! Mudblood! Pure-blood traitor! In my ancestral house--"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

Sirius yelled, and Ron and Harry stepped up to help, and with great difficulty the curtain was drawn back and she fell asleep again.

"Sirius?" When they came to the living room and saw the pile of food packaging bags, chicken bones, and dirty clothes like a hill, Hermione finally couldn't help it, "You..."

"Kreacher is sick," Sirius said sullenly, and sneered again, "Of course, even if he wasn't sick, he wouldn't be willing to cook for me—he always thinks I'm a disgrace to the Black family, and for my mother— — lost people."

"Sick?" asked Hermione in surprise. "How did you get sick? Why did you get sick—"

"Who knows what's going on with him?" Sirius waved his hand annoyedly, "lying in the cabinet under the boiler in the kitchen, crying every day, I'm almost bored to death by him."

Harry saw Hermione's face turn serious, and he and Ron exchanged a knowing look.

really--

"Sirius! Kreacher is sick! And you—although I don't agree with this system, but in fact it can't be changed now—you are his master! You don't care why he is sick, whether he is uncomfortable, or whether he needs it. Need to take medicine...but still complain that he is annoying?!"

"I—" Sirius looked at Hermione inexplicably, "That's Kreacher! You don't know that he—"

"Anyway, he served your mother all her life, and maybe he served you when you were a kid—he's not just a puppet who does housework—you—why do you always think of house-elves as a kind of emotionless biology--"

Hermione blushed with anger, and Sirius flinched from her accusing gaze.

"Er - I think Hermione's right."

Ron spoke without hesitation, and joined Hermione in staring at Sirius accusingly.

Harry looked at him disdainfully, realizing that Ron's attitude had nothing to do with his stance on house-elves.

But thinking of Dobby—although Kreacher was nothing like Dobby—he felt a little sympathy for Kreacher.

"How about..." He tugged at Sirius' sleeve, "You just go and see Kreacher, talk to him, er... ask him what's sad, maybe- maybe we can help him. "

"I'd say you're all crazy," Sirius rolled his eyes, but he was defeated by the disapproving gazes at them—mainly Hermione—"Okay, okay——"

He walked towards the kitchen with heavy steps, "Come together, I don't want to face him alone."

When they came to the boiler, Kreacher was lying sideways under a dirty, tattered quilt, tears kept streaming from those big cloudy eyeballs, and he didn't wipe them.Even if Harry didn't like Kreacher all the time, he felt a little pitiful for him now.

"Dirty half-blood Muggle cub, traitor to a pure-blood family..." Kreacher knocked Harry's pity away as soon as he said it, and he lay there staring at them fiercely, "Oh... poor Mistress, if she knows that Kreacher has let this kind of person into the house..."

"Shut up, Kreacher!" Sirius yelled, turning to Hermione. "See? You made me—"

"That's right, he is Kreacher's master, he has the right to make Kreacher shut up, it's a shameful thing..."

Kreacher muttered and turned around, pointing the back of his head at them.

"Uh... don't be so angry, care... care!" Hermione smiled awkwardly, and pointed to Sirius with her eyes, "Maybe——you can ask him—"

"Okay, okay!" Sirius snorted impatiently, "Hey—Kreacher, you—what are you sad about? Let me hear."

"I—maybe I—can help you," he added grudgingly at Hermione's whispered reminder.

"Kreacher - what are you sad about?" This question seemed to have stimulated Kreacher, he sat up all of a sudden, knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, Harry and the others were startled by him, "Kreacher made a mistake. Big mistake!"

The elderly house-elf beat his chest in agony, banged his head on the boiler and wailed.

"Kreacher didn't fulfill the little master's order! Kreacher lost the relics of Master Regulus! Kreacher deserves to die!"