Hogwarts Homecoming

"Don't be so serious, Arthur, just let the children relax—" Sirius said nonchalantly, "Let's go, let's go eat something first, get up early in the morning, and walk so far, I I think you must be starving."

Sirius led Mr. Weasley and Harry into the villa. They passed through the luxuriously decorated front hall, made several turns along the maze-like corridors, and finally arrived at the dining room. Then, they were surprised to find that this villa really lived up to its name. In addition to the swimming pool in the front, there is a small green garden in the back.

Remus moved the dining room table into the garden, where Hermione and Ginny were enjoying a sumptuous breakfast.

It was far away from the front yard, no wonder they didn't hear the movement ahead.

He didn't realize it just now, but when he saw the mountains of toast, fried sausages, sandwiches, pumpkin pie and other foods on the dining table, Harry suddenly felt that he was so hungry that his chest was on his back, and he didn't need Sirius to greet him. The little guys jumped on it one after another, and after finding their positions, they began to feast on it.

"Why did you take so long?"

Hermione asked Ron, who was struggling to chew a sausage with a pie in his hand, sideways.

"I bet, Hermione, if you knew what you missed, you'd be green with regret!"

Ron grinned after swallowing the food, not to mention how happy he was.

Hearing this, Hermione gave Harry a suspicious look, but Harry didn't say anything, just gnawed on a baked potato with his head down.

"It's not that exaggerated, Ron—"

Noticing that Remus was also looking curiously at him, Sirius pursed his lips, smiled and talked to Remus and the two girls about the matter.

Just as Harry expected, Hermione frowned immediately, with the same dissatisfied expression as Professor McGonagall who found out that she was doing tricks in Transfiguration class, but Ginny looked at her three brothers enviously. , but since she missed it, she must be embarrassed to open her mouth with Sirius.

"Ludo Bagman—"

After hearing this, Remus twitched his eyebrows slightly,

"I've heard his reputation—"

"Hehe, Ludo has a lot of such and such minor problems. There are many people who have opinions on him in the ministry, and there are also people who have asked the minister to remove him, but anyway, it is difficult to find someone who is more serious than him. Passionate Head of the Ministry of Magic Sports, isn't he?"

said Mr. Weasley cheerfully.

Remus could hear a lot of gossip, and what he actually wanted to say was that Ludo Bagman's reputation was not very good, and the bets made by Harry and others were very likely to go to waste, but considering Arthur's face, I didn't say any more.

"By the way--" Sirius asked while breaking a piece of apple pie, "Did you see Kreacher?"

"No, when I came to the restaurant, all the food had already been served--"

Remus shook his head, with helplessness in his eyes,

"You know, Sirius, there's no way a house-elf would like someone of my composition, and besides, I've stopped him outside from inviting the Malfoys over, so he's definitely not happy to see me--"

"That's what I'm going to say--" Sirius turned cold and stopped, "Kreacher!"

boom!

A loud bang unexpectedly appeared in the back garden, and Ron, who was not psychologically prepared, was stuck in his throat by the pie. Seeing that he was choking and rolled his eyes, Hermione rolled his eyes, and gave Ron a slap in the face. With a slap on the back, after seeing Ron finally spit out what was in his throat, Hermione curled her lips, and cast her eyes on the little guy who suddenly appeared next to Sirius, and at this sight, Hermione's eyebrows suddenly appeared wrinkled.

Appearing in the garden was a house-elf who looked very old. Hermione noticed that the house-elf's tennis-ball-sized eyes were foggy, as if his eyesight had deteriorated, and his bat-sized ears Two tufts of white hair growing from inside further confirmed her guess.

When saluting Sirius, Hermione believed that she could see that it was not voluntary, and her movements were extremely slow, as if she was about to fall at any time.

This fine elf was wearing nothing but a dirty rag around his body, and what made it all the more glaring was the potato Kreacher was holding in his hand, which had only been peeled. But it is completely raw, and there are many insect eyes all over the upper man.

There's a huge table of delicious food, but Sirius lets this old house-elf eat this?

Hermione's face was blue, looking at Sirius with rage in her eyes.

"Kreacher was cleaning the kitchen, but came as soon as he heard the young master's call," Kreacher bowed and said slowly,

"Master, do you have anything to tell Kreacher? Kreacher has served the noble Black family all his life."

At the end of the meeting outside just now, Sirius, who was squeezed out by Narcissa, hid his anger, but seeing the cold potato in Kreacher's knee-high palm, he seemed quite helpless.

Ever since Amostar took him and Remus to bring Regulus back from the island by the sea, and held a funeral in the Forbidden Forest, adjacent to Hogwarts, the house-elf has compared him. The time he remembered was much more polite, but some fundamental things remained the same.

"I want to ask you, Kreacher—"

Sirius said in a very cold tone,

"You invited Narcissa Malfoy to be a guest in the tent before. Is this your own decision? I don't remember giving such an order!"

Kreacher blew his nose, puzzled eyes the size of tennis balls, still hunched over, but tilted his head to look at Sirius,

"But Miss Narcissa is not an outsider. The hostess liked Miss Narcissa and Miss Bella the most in her lifetime!"

After a pause, Kreacher added in a low voice,

"The mistress doesn't like the young master, but for the sake of Master Regulus, Kreacher reluctantly serves the young master."

Both Harry and Hermione had seen this very old elf once, at Regulus' funeral, when the elf was only mourning, and there was no communication between them.

But now it turns out that individual house-elves vary greatly, and Kreacher and Dobby are not the same thing at all.

"You don't have to force yourself at all, Kreacher—" Sirius said angrily.

It was completely meaningless to talk to Kreacher. After thinking about it, Sirius directly gave it an order not to allow it to have contact with that family, and then sent it away.

"Wait. Excuse me, is your name Kreacher?"

Just when Kreacher was about to teleport away, Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore, she stood up from her seat, hurried around the table with two pies, and handed them to Kreacher, showing a friendly smile,

"Can I trade these two pies for your potato, Kreacher, oh, it looks delicious!"

There were question marks in capital letters on everyone's face, and they didn't understand what Hermione wanted to do.

"The Mudblood actually talked to Kreacher, the Mudblood wants to please Kreacher!"

Kreacher took several steps back as if seeing something dirty from Hermione with a stiff smile.

At the dinner table, Harry and Ron suddenly frowned. Even though they had some sympathy for this old elf who still had to serve others, after it said Hermione was a Mudblood, all the sympathy disappeared.

"Don't say that word to Hermione, apologize to Hermione, Kreacher!"

Sirius was aggressive and glared at Kreacher angrily.

"Oh, it's all right, Sirius—" Hermione hurriedly stopped him from losing his temper, "Look, this elf is very old, he has done heavy work all morning, and only eats a cold, bad potato. Kind of I mean--"

"There's no need to defend it, Hermione -" said Sirius, "it knows exactly what it's talking about!"

Kreacher couldn't resist the direct order from Sirius. It bent down and apologized to Hermione, but it could still be seen that it was very reluctant, and it was still cursing in a low voice.

"You remember the last time you said the word 'Mudblood' to someone, what happened to you, Kreacher?"

Seeing Kreacher muttering, Sirius rolled his eyes and said, "Do you want me to do it for you too?"