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The old house elf in front of him must be the one in Sirius' mouth... Kreacher.

In the words of Sirius:

It is the epitome of all the evils of the Black family.

It was indeed like a lunatic, hunched and shuffling, wandering step by step like a rotten ghost.

In a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog, it muttered:

"The friend of the scumbag master, standing in front of Master Regulus secretly.

Like the thief in Mundungus, they must be trying to steal something. "

Kreacher wiped his eyes and whispered:

"My poor hostess, what would she say to old Kreacher if she knew something underground and her son got the scum in the house?

Mudbloods, werewolves, liars and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do..."

"What are you talking about, speak up, Kreacher." Hermione asked concerned, "Is it impossible to walk?"

She looked at Kreacher so old and thought it was uncomfortable and needed help.

But Kreacher's light-colored eyes suddenly widened, and he spoke faster than before.

"Mudblood actually talks to Kreacher like she's my friend.

Mistress of Kreacher, what would she say when she saw him talking to such a person? "

William raised his finger and was about to shut Kreacher when a rage came from behind him.

"Shut up, Kreacher! If I hear 'Mudblood' in your mouth again, I'll kick you out of here!"

Sirius came over, raised his fist and glared at Kreacher angrily.

As soon as Kreacher saw Sirius, he immediately bowed deeply, and his body was ridiculously low, with a big nose like a pig's nose, squashed to the ground.

"Get up quickly," said Sirius impatiently. "Didn't I say don't come near my room?"

"Kreacher is cleaning." The elf looked at him with hatred. "Kreacher has served the noble Black family all his life."

"So, the house is getting dirtier every day, so you clean it like this?" Sirius said disdainfully.

"Master always likes to make a little joke." Kreacher bowed again, and then said in a low voice:

"Master is a nasty, ungrateful **** who broke his mother's heart—"

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher." Sirius sneered, "She lives entirely on resentment."

"No matter what the young master says," Kreacher muttered, "the young master is not even worthy to polish the soles of his mother's shoes.

My poor mistress, what would he say if he saw Kreacher serving the young master? "

Sirius obviously couldn't speak to Kreacher. He was about to curse his old mother, but William said:

"What your mistress will say, we don't know, but the angrier she is, the happier we are.

I heard Sirius say that he will demolish this old house in a few days and build a three-story building.

Also invite the nearby Muggle neighbors to come here as guests. "

Sirius was stunned for a moment, then nodded again, as if he really had this idea.

Kreacher opened his eyes wide and cursed:

"Despicable young master, you can't do this, this is the ancestral home of the Black family, which has a history of thousands of years and cannot be demolished!

You bastard, prodigal son of a bitch! "

"Of course we can tear it down." William laughed like a devil, he dragged his voice and said:

"We will also draw a dragon and nine suns in the portrait of your mistress.

Oh, yes, I heard Draco say that his grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, liked your mistress when he was young.

I have a good relationship with Draco, and I can go to him and ask for a painting of his grandfather to put next to the portrait of your mistress.

His grandfather died of dragon pox. I wonder if the portraits can be contagious? Stop infecting your mistress and mistress. "

Kreacher was trembling with anger, sweating all over his body on a hot day, his hands and feet were cold, and tears were streaming down his face.

He was about to curse William when William said again:

"I'm also going to bring the Fat Lady and Cadogan over so they can accompany your mistress.

The fat lady is a witch of Zaun, and she likes to scold others in the middle of the night, so she can make her live with your hostess.

And Sir Kagando, he's a dragon knight and can talk to your mistress. "

Kreacher just swallowed the words, looked at William with hatred, and then kept mumbling about the devil, walking away in fear.

Little Sirius raised his eyebrows and whistled, "It's really yours, William."

"Don't scold Kreacher. If you attack what he cares about most, he won't dare to scold you." William said.

Sirius nodded thoughtfully. "How about we do it now and send Sir Cadogan over?"

"..."

William glanced at him and said speechlessly, "I'm just talking, that's your mother."

"I don't have a mother," said Sirius indifferently.

"I ran away from home when I was your age and went to live with James. She wanted me to leave so I could give my brother the inheritance."

Sirius sighed:

"I don't like the Black family.

The tombs they have built are more splendid than the houses of the living; they count the ancient names on the scrolls of genealogy, more gracious than their own sons and daughters.

A sorcerer who is so affectionate and indifferent will inevitably fall into decline and the family blood will be cut off. "

William patted Sirius on the shoulder and comforted: "I believe that the Black family will change from your generation."

Sirius paused for a moment, his face softened, looking at the three young wizards in front of him, like old friends for many years, and said with a smile:

"Yeah, so I cherish my life now."

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Now that it was confirmed, William took Hermione and Anne to say goodbye and left the Black House.

This time it was Hermione Apparating, and the three appeared at the cottage in the village of San Cachipol.

As expected of a typhoon passing through, even this side was affected, and it rained heavily in the sky.

But they didn't enter the house immediately. William made a bench, and the three of them sat under the eaves and whispered.

William looked at the stagnant water under the steps and said softly:

"Annie, after Hermione and I leave, you need to get in touch with Kreacher. He may know where the pendant is."

Annie nodded.

"Annie, you have to be nice to Kreacher," Hermione said.

This time Annie didn't nod her head, but said puzzledly, "Hermione, he was still scolding us just now..."

"That's Sirius' fault." Hermione said bluntly:

"He never saw Kreacher as a creature with the same emotional sensitivity as a human being."

"Kreacher has lived alone for a long time, and he must have longed for a little warmth."

"But what about Sirius, he treated Kreacher very rudely. Kreacher was also very mean to him~lightnovelpub.net~."

William folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, looking up at the rain curtain.

He had to admit that Hermione was right.

From a security standpoint, Kreacher is a ticking time bomb. He lives at Order of the Phoenix headquarters and knows many secrets.

The safest thing to do is to turn him into one of his own. Otherwise kill him.

Otherwise, if you continue to treat him badly, something will happen sooner or later.

Either Sirius or the rest of the Order of the Phoenix.

"That's right." William nodded. "Annie, listen to Hermione and be nice to Kreacher."

"William, you are always so nice and always support me!"

Hermione looked at William movingly. She raised her head and gave the boy a quick peck in the face.

William grinned and reached out to rub her head.

"Hey, can you pay attention, I'm still here!" Annie said angrily. "Don't pretend you can't see me!"

Hermione raised her chin and provocatively said, "Who let you here, you can go back to London, or you can't see it!"

"Hey, I'm here to spy on you two!"

Annie leaned forward suddenly, reached out to catch the rainwater that was pattering from the roof ridge, and poured it towards Hermione.

Hermione snorted, stood up, and ran into the rain.

Her boots stepped on the bluestone slab of the courtyard, splashing countless tiny water droplets.

Annie also shouted and chased after him.

Staring at the two slapstick green girls, William smiled knowingly, squinting his long and narrow eyes slightly, with gentle eyebrows.

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