Chapter 303： Sirius and Kreacher

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A few days ago.

Old Black House at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Sirius lay lazily on the sofa, appearing to be doing nothing, his black curly hair dangling casually.

Compared with more than a month ago, his condition is much better, with a little more flesh on his face, and finally no longer looks like a skeleton just dug out of the grave, but a thin normal person.

His feet are on an elegant and simple coffee table. Every once in a while, Sirius will glance at the palm-sized piece of paper. Apart from a few simple lines, there are dense black dots, only a few. The name written in golden ink moves occasionally.

This state continued until noon. When the house elf Kreacher appeared dragging his body, Sirius's eyes rolled.

Kreacher was holding a dirty rag in his hand. It was hard to tell which rag was cleaner or the rag on his body. Maybe this rag was his worn out clothes?

Sirius thought nonchalantly. At this moment Kreacher moved slowly and step by step to his side. Sirius stared at him from his side, watching him jump onto the coffee table, holding a rag and muttering: "The prodigal master doesn’t know how The bad habit I learned, just put her feet on it, the hostess usually likes to drink tea here, and she has also served many equally noble guests..."

"Kreacher, your feet are dirtier than my shoes!" Sirius roared angrily.

"...How many precious memories are carried, if the hostess knows how sad..."

Sirius' eyebrows jumped wildly, and the elegance of the eyebrows disappeared. He jumped up suddenly, carrying the cloth strip behind the house-elf's neck-tentatively called the back collar, and preparing to throw him out.

Kreacher did not resist, and continued to chatter: "Incomparable to his brother, he really takes responsibility—"

"Are you talking about Regulus?" Sirius paused and said, "He is an idiot. I always thought he was smart enough to protect himself... As a result, he ran to join the Death Eaters!"

"Master Regulus is not an idiot!" Kreacher struggled fiercely, his body swayed, looking like a clockwork toy, "He is ten thousand times better than you, he is Joining the Death Eaters instead of you..."

"What are you talking about?" Sirius stared, lifted Kreacher to a level with his vision, "Speak clearly—"

But Kreacher struggled, his nose and tears were in a mess, and Sirius threw him on the sofa in disgust.

"I'm telling you, Kreacher! He is an admirer of Voldemort and always has been. Do you know why everyone in the family likes him more? Because he lived as the noble Black they hoped for..."

"I even wrote him a letter to keep him away from Voldemort and hide, but how can I say that he joined the Death Eaters as soon as he graduated. My parents must be so happy that they finally washed out my stain. They can do it again. Said to the outside that there was a brave little hero in the house, didn't he?"

Kreacher lay on the ground, sobbing softly, spouting a series of swear words, "...I don't know how to be ashamed, make Muggle friends... dirty, cowardly, smelly..."

Sirius said angrily, "Smelly? Then I'll let you try the Muggle method. To be honest, I wanted to do it a long time ago."

He took Kreacher to the bathroom on the second floor, threw him into the bathtub, and unscrewed the faucet decorated with a small snake pattern. "It's so dirty. I have been in Azkaban for twelve years without you. So outrageous!"

Kreacher was pressed by Sirius and washed one side from head to toe. He also used a magic wand to conjure a brush and rubbed it continuously to clean up the dirt from the wrinkles of Kreacher's bald scalp. He said triumphantly: " You should be satisfied now? My master is waiting for you..."

A minute later, he began to regret it. The water in the bathtub was like pouring more than a dozen bottles of ink into it, and it also emitted a foul smell. "Oh~" He couldn't help nausea, and raised Kreacher's hand inconceivably: "You use this stuff to cook for me these days?"

Sirius opened the stopper of the bathtub and allowed the water to flow. It took half an hour--

Kreacher sat neatly on the sofa, his skin was matte and tender, and even the hair on his bat-like ears was as white and fluffy as cotton wool. He looked uncomfortable, staring at his toes.

Sirius came out of the bathroom, and he took a bath for himself, or else he had a strange smell on his body.

He looked at the taciturn Kreacher with satisfaction, and lay comfortably on the sofa reading comics. This was given to him by the guy named "Felix Haip", saying that he was letting him pass the time and connected a lot of things. Together with Easter chocolate eggs, he picked the ugliest one and gave it to Kreacher.

The afternoon was pleasant enough, and even the air was fresher. He stayed until the afternoon, and he took the time to walk out of the Black House and arrive at an activity room in the Grimmauld Place community.

"Yo, young man, is it here again today?" said a thin old man.

"Yes," Sirius said casually, and he set up some chess pieces. "Shall I go first?"

"Then you should choose white." The old man said.

"Does it matter?" Sirius murmured, holding a black knight in his hand, "If only this chess piece could move."

The old man laughed happily, "You are so funny...but you can't!"

The two played two sets, both with Sirius losing as the result. In the third set, he kept scratching his chin, thinking hard: "I remember it was not so difficult. When Remus and I played, we were able to reach six or seven. Ten steps..."

An old woman carrying a cloth pocket walked into the activity room, looked around, walked over and grabbed the ear of the old man, "My son and daughter-in-law are back, are you still playing chess here?"

"Just finish this game, finish this game--" the old man told Rao.

So the old woman sat next to them and watched them play chess. The old man frowned. At this moment, they had reached a critical stage. The two were inextricably killed. The old woman looked on coldly and suddenly said, "Old man, move your queen. "

"Yes." In Sirius's stunned expression, the old man used his white queen to eat Sirius' black knight.

"It's not fair!" Sirius said, "You two are one to me!"

The old woman curled her lips, "You can ignore him. I taught him." But she didn't speak anymore, but the situation was irreversible, and Sirius watched as he was checkmate. .

The old man broke up the chessboard, "This is not a game, let's play it later." He took the old woman and left.

"My son didn't quarrel with the opposite house, did he?"

"No, I also gave a gift. What does a word say? Change the evil and return to righteousness... In the past six months, they haven't played the sound in the middle of the night. If you say you don't believe it, I still listened to a young man’s suggestion and handed out a card. Like the young man just now, he's all black hair..."

At the same time, in a dilapidated hotel.

A sharp voice whispered, his voice as icy as a cold wind: "Go, Batty, tell Peter... Bring me Harry Potter, I want to live."

"Yes, my master! I am willing to give my life for you!" said Barty Crouch, a young man with pale yellow hair, enthusiastically.

"No, my dear Batty," said the voice behind the chair, "you have to remember that this is just a dangerous attempt-under Dumbledore's eyelids, you must save yourself first."