Fantastic Creatures Trainer at Hogwarts

Now, if we say that Kreacher's greatest wish may be to fulfill Sirius' younger brother... Regulus Black's last wish - to destroy Slytherin's locket.

Theoretically, today's Kreacher is on the side of justice.

But on the side of justice.

It doesn't prevent it from whispering immediately the moment it sees Ringo: "It's like the smell of rotting rats in the gutter. The little master who hasn't seen him for a few years came home, but brought a mud kind and a..."

It glanced at Ringo, as if judging.

"Pure blood..." Ringo looked at it, "What, is there a problem?"

"With an unknown cub." Kreacher continued to mutter, as if he didn't hear what Ringo said, and seemed to hear it again.

"What's your name? The house elf of the Black family?" Ringo seemed very interested in it, walked up to the second floor, and looked down at Kreacher.

"This bastard is asking my name, hmph, old Kreacher won't tell him that their arrival has already polluted the mistress's house, and every minute they exist, the house is full of stench..."

Kreacher still "didn't hear", just bowed to Ringo, and then slowly walked to another room with a dirty rag.

Ringo didn't stop.

If Kreacher was as clean as the other house-elves, he might ask Sirius to transfer it to him.

But unfortunately...

This guy is too dirty to move over reluctantly.

Even if I helped it get rid of the locket box, it was willing, but it was useless—it was too old, and it couldn't really work anymore, so it could only support the elderly.

This is not relative.

Ringo wouldn't be so kind as to help an elf retire.

not to mention……

Isn't Sirius still here?

Thinking of this, Ringo and Kreacher passed each other and walked directly to the living room on the second floor.

Yes……

The living room is on the second floor, and there is a writing desk inside. As soon as Ringo entered, he heard a rattling sound coming from under the writing desk.

There seems to be something in there.

what?

Ringo thought for a moment and opened it.

next moment……

He saw a pregnant belly, which seemed to be a pregnant woman.It's a pity that he couldn't see the face of the pregnant woman clearly, he only knew that the pregnant woman was lying on a broken wooden bed, and he could vaguely see the child in her belly, which had already taken shape, and a man stood beside him, lifting a shovel and smashing it hard To the big belly of a pregnant woman...

A fine layer of goose bumps rose on Ringer's arm.

He frowned.

Wand waving: "—"funny funny""

Snapped!

The man's shovel fell, and the woman's belly exploded—but it was a false alarm, and the big belly turned into a balloon at the critical moment.

boom!

Ringo closed it again, took a deep breath, and eased the depressed mood just now: "It turns out that I also have my fears, yes, compared to all kinds of hardships. Being forced to abort babies because of the birth policy is the most frightening thing." of……"

He smiled.

Turn around and go downstairs to the dining room: "Sirius, there is something in your living room on the second floor. It seems to be a Boggart. Unfortunately, I dare not open it."

"Have you gone to the second floor?" Sirius raised his head, "Could you have seen it..."

"An old house-elf?"

"Kreacher!" Sirius gritted his teeth, "You didn't hear anything bad, did you?"

"What's bad? Mudbloods? Bedbugs in dirty sewers? Everywhere you go is a rotten smell?" Ringo looked at Sirius, "Do you mean these?"

Harry looked bewildered.

But Sirius stood up abruptly: "This Kreacher, his brain has been spoiled by my mother's education, bastard, he actually said such things to the guests, Ringo, don't worry, I will lock him up..."

talking.

He is going upstairs to carry out his words.

But not out yet.

Ringo stopped him: "Sirius, I have no objection if you lock it up, but before you lock it up, can you let it try to see if the thing in the desk is a Boggart?

I heard that Boggarts can reflect the most feared things in people's hearts. I want to raise one, but I dare not catch it. I can only let Kreacher...it's the name, let Kreacher try to face it..."

"155" Kreacher's Fear

"Whatever you want..." Sirius didn't care much about everything in the ancestral house, even if it was Kreacher, as long as it didn't hurt his life, he didn't bother to pay attention, and immediately poked his neck out and shouted, "Kreacher!"

But just finished yelling.

The curtains on the window were shaken back, revealing the portrait of Walburga Black, and immediately she let out a scream.

"what--"

"You... you prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, the evil of my birth, how dare you bring those dirty bastards and freaks into my family's mansion, get out, get out—"

With the scream of Walburga's portrait.

The portraits of the Black family pasted everywhere seemed to wake up from hibernation one by one, screaming and echoing: "Evil, freak, bastard..."

"Get out..."

Sirius' face turned pale, he rushed out, came to the window almost instantly, and pulled the curtain vigorously: "Shut up, you nasty old witch, did you hear what I said? Shut up!"

"You bastard, you dare to make your mother shut up, you..."

"You're just a portrait, idiot!" Sirius didn't bother to argue with her, pulled the curtain hard and pulled it back.

And no sight.

The portrait of Walburga cursed for a while, and finally stopped.

Ringo and Harry watched this scene in amazement.

after a pause.

The two looked at each other, "seemingly" they both understood the reason why Sirius was unwilling to return to the ancestral house.

"This is?" But Ringo still carried out his curious style.

"My dear mother." Sirius sneered, "I have always wanted to get it off, but who knows, she seems to have cast a permanent sticking spell behind the canvas, as long as there is a loud voice here, the curtain will be pulled down. Shake it off."

"You can make the curtain stronger." Ringo gave a suggestion, pointing to the second floor by the way, "Here, that's Kreacher?"

heard.

Sirius looked towards the second floor.

At the corner of the stairs.

An old house elf held a dirty rag in his hand, looked at everyone coldly with big bulb-like eyes, and cursed: "The disgusting little master disturbed the mistress's rest because of bastards, It's really stupid, disgusting..."

"Kreacher!" Sirius frowned, "Shut up..."

"Okay, little master." Kreacher bowed very politely, but after bowing, the swear words took shape again, "Who does he think is the traitor of his family? How dare he yell at the loyal old Kreacher, If the hostess finds out about this, they will definitely be swept into the street..."

Sirius:"……"

He was helpless.

After thinking about it, he still didn't yell again, but said to Ringo, "Where is the Boggart you mentioned?"

"The living room on the second floor."

"Then come here, prepare a box or a box." Sirius walked up to the second floor and said coldly when he passed Kreacher, "Shut up, you old bastard, come here, and follow me to the living room. "

Kreacher grunted and followed slowly.

Soon...

The three-person family raising elves stood in front of the desk in the living room on the second floor.

cluck...

Listen to the sound coming from under the desk.

Sirius narrowed his eyes: "This voice is indeed the same as the Boggart voice I heard when I was in school."

"At school?" Harry asked in bewilderment.

"Yes, Harry, according to the normal teaching, the third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class will teach how to deal with Boggarts. According to the introduction, this is a shape-shifting non-existence that transcends life and death and can transform into any nearby Things that people are afraid of, no one looks like until they are alone." Sirius took Harry back a little, "because just looking at it, it will become the most fearful thing in your heart. Of course, the danger Sex is not high, you just need to chant the mantra "funny funny" and think about turning it into something funny, and you can overcome it. "

"So it's a good thing, but it's a pity that with the level of work-related injuries taught in our Defense Against the Dark Arts class, we may not be able to learn these contents well." Ringo laughed and complained, and then licked his chin, "Is it okay? Sirius."

He opened the box, ready for capture.

"Yes..." Sirius looked at Kreacher, "Kreacher, open this cabinet."

Kreacher gurgled.

Holding the dirty rag in his hand, he pretended to clean it beside him.

It seems that I didn't hear it.

"Kreacher! Open that cabinet!" Sirius emphasized.

This time...

Kreacher couldn't pretend anymore.

It looked reluctant: "There are dangerous things inside. Old Kreacher is old and afraid of it."

"Hehe, there is still something you are afraid of? It's really interesting. Are you afraid that your head will not be nailed to the wooden board on the wall after death?"

Sirius sneered, "If you don't go, I swear you won't be nailed!"

"Old Kreacher doesn't want to go..."

"Are you going to disobey my order? Unfortunately, you can't disobey. I am now the last and only male of the Black family."

Sirius frowned, he seemed to have sensed something, so that he was no longer just to meet Ringo's needs, but pointed there again solemnly, "Kreacher, I, Sirius Black, order you now Open this cabinet."

"Yes, little master."

Kreacher doesn't like Sirius any longer.

The nature of its house-elf will not change. Under the command of the "master", no matter how reluctant it is in its heart, it can only bite the bullet and walk slowly, slowly.

Open the cabinet.

——even if it closed its eyes when it opened the cabinet.

but……

The moment it opens.

The Boggart in the closet still changed:

In a dark cave, countless ghost corpses emerged from the water and rushed towards the man on the small island in the middle of the lake—that man was handsome, with black hair and a black boy, who looked very similar to Sirius.

And outside the cave.

A house-elf desperately holds up a locket that remains intact despite its magic.

In the end, the black-haired man was killed by the Yin Corpse, but the locket was still intact...

this scene.

Sirius was completely stunned, and couldn't help calling out: "Regulus?"

As soon as this word comes out.

Kreacher finally couldn't help opening his eyes, saw the scene that Boggart conjured up, and the next moment, he screamed: "No—little master, no! Old Kreacher won't do this, little master, you can't die , old Kreacher will definitely destroy the locket, will definitely..."

Swipe!

Three eyes fell on Kreacher.