Chapter 841

After taking his seat, Harry moved to Sirius, and Fanlin sat down next to Hermione, which the girl had kept for him.

"I really didn't think I would become a prefect." Hermione said excitedly. The girl's face was still red. She raised her head and looked at Van Lin beside her. She couldn't wait to share her joy with him. For Hermione, becoming a prefect is definitely for Hogwarts life. "I mean, I'm not ready, it's just so sudden!"

"Have faith in yourself, Hermione. You're Gryffindor. No, the best wizard in Hogwarts." Fanlin said happily, "think about it, who can keep his age like you every time. With the squeak of the door, Harry jumped up. But then Harry was relieved. It was kretcher, the family elf of the Black family. He was in charge of the sanitation of the whole house. The magic defense on the wall could not stop him.

"Oh, my poor mistress, the original Blake family lived in such a group of rubbish, scum, stupid betrayers. If my mistress knew what was going on, it was all kretcher's fault, but kretcher had no strength to drive these people out."

Harry was a little angry, but he knew what kretcher was like. Kretcher always complained to himself.

"Noble Black family." Harry's voice was cold, as if he had just been fished out of a deep well.

It seemed that Harry had succeeded. He startled kretcher. It was the first time that domestic elf kretcher made such a reaction. Besides Sirius' words, he completely changed his facial expression. He looked at Harry carefully, and Harry was staring at the floor.

All of a sudden, the tingling on his forehead forced Harry to touch his forehead with his hand.

Kretcher's body shrank back slightly, and the rag in his hand was clenched tightly, as if he had been frightened by Harry.

"It's really sad. Those people never know what they're doing, and they try to push to the black magic. My mistress, betrayal of identity and blood will make them lose everything..."

Clencher almost immediately returned to his usual self effacing manner.

Harry was frightened by his own voice, but the feeling was far away, like an illusion.

Harry looked at kretcher, but the damned house elf would not give him any answer at all. He still repeated the words that disgusted everyone.

Harry thought he was crazy. He didn't pay attention to the elves' intention to return to Fanlin, but

"Clencher, you can..."

Harry felt that he was really stupid and arrogant. What was he really going to prove to the swearing elf?

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