v4 Chapter 174： Kreacher, you don't want the house to be sold, do you?

Hermione's three views were shattered. Before today, she had tried her best to imagine how wizards enslaved and exploited house-elves. But when she really understood how the pure-blooded wizard family treats their house-elves, she was stunned to find that she thought too much about the situation of the elves!

In Hermione's original conjecture, the house-elves must be forced to work overtime by the wizards, and it is estimated that the five insurances and one housing fund and labor laws cannot be guaranteed. But who can imagine, this is not a problem of overtime and no insurance and housing. This is slavery that the owners of the American plantations in the 19th century were ashamed of!

It is said that slavery has promoted wizards, and the treatment of house-elves is not as good as that of slaves!

"This, this—" Hermione looked at the row of heads, her face was pale, she was completely speechless, and finally, two rows of tears flowed from her beautiful eyes and dripped on the ground.

Sirius sighed and said to Hermione, "They are voluntary—"

"Voluntary?" Hermione interrupted Sirius angrily before he could finish speaking. She had never been so angry before. There was a faint roar of blood in Hermione's ears now, and the large blood vessels in her temples jumped, "You tell me this... all living beings are beheaded voluntarily?! What a joke!"

Tom came over, took her hand, and put the angry Hermione in his arms to calm her down.

"They are indeed voluntary." But Tom's words made Hermione furious.

She turned her head and looked at Tom in disbelief. She knew that Tom wouldn't lie to herself at such a time. He said that to be willing was really to be willing, not to be willing.

Hermione pictured an old, disfigured house-elf lying on a dirty bed, taking a wizard's hand and begging him or her to chop off his head...

She shuddered.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Kreacher." Sirius was also taken aback by Hermione's reaction. Now that he was relieved, he only felt a little aggrieved: These are all done by my annoying aunt, you yell at me what? Is this what I thought? Is it interesting to watch a row of heads grow?

Kreacher also came to this wall at some point.

"It's Kreacher's honor to be a part of this place," it whispered creepy words. From its earnest, reverent expression, it was hard for Hermione to think it was lying.

"This is brainwashing..." Hermione was startled by Kreacher's words. She was stunned for a while, and then immediately reacted, "It hasn't been properly educated since birth, and the wizards are twisted—"

"No." It was Kreacher, who refuted Hermione with its deep voice, and told the little witch with a firm voice that no one had ever brainwashed it, and that its choices were all voluntary.

Only house-elves dedicated to the Black family can be offered here!

Hermione was silent.

After a long silence, she looked at Kreacher and asked very seriously, "So you voluntarily accept a life without wages, vacations, or even clothes?"

"Of course!" Kreacher looked at Hermione with the eyes of an idiot, feeling as if she was saying something stupid.

"Then what kind of life do you want to live, or what kind of life do you ideally want?" Hermione changed her perspective. She is really curious about the house-elves now, and she can't wait to learn about them. heart.

"Guard the ancient and sacred Black family, guard this great and pure mansion, serve the young master, and prevent filthy guys like you from stepping in and changing everything here!"

Hermione: …

She originally thought that she would become the liberator of the house-elves, but who would have thought that she was actually a thorn in its eyes and a thorn in its flesh.

Before this distorted worldview, Hermione was defeated. She closed her mouth, looked at the poor creature in front of her with pity, and was depressed.

Tom, who noticed Hermione's strangeness, hugged her even harder, hoping to make her feel better with his warm embrace. After feeling her boyfriend's kindness, Hermione also responded positively. She shrank into Tom's arms so that he could hug him tighter.

Lupin looked at the two who were giving out the dog food, rolled his eyes, and looked elsewhere. He's a werewolf, but he doesn't like dog food.

As for Sirius, he didn't care much about Tom and Hermione's actions, he cared more about Kreacher's words. Seeing Kreacher's mouth shut, he looked at Kreacher and sneered lightly: "Guard this place? I didn't see it being maintained when I came back. What are you guarding?"

Kreacher bowed and looked down at his toes: "Old Kreacher's mistress died, and the young master was sent to Azkaban, no one gave Kreacher an order... The last order of the mistress is Stay here and do what he wants to do, but old Kreacher has nothing to do... He just wants to stay here and not let strange people invade and occupy this place."

A sour taste lingered in everyone's heart. For the Black family, Kreacher is either a useful minion or an unsightly source. But to Kreacher, the Black family, this mansion and all the lovable and loathsome people in it, that's what its life is all about.

Purely until the hostess dies, it doesn't even know what to do.

If Mrs. Black's order left before her death was to "maintain everything here", then when Sirius returns, maybe this place will be spotless. But obviously, even Sirius' mother never expected anyone to come back here. Because the Black family is dead: Sirius was sentenced to life in prison for Azkaban.

Azkaban's life imprisonment is a real life imprisonment. There is no commutation, parole, or parole. It is much more than those in the non-magical world.

In the non-magical world, as long as you don't stick to death, you can't die. There are many people who have been locked up for ten or twenty years before being released. It's no wonder that some countries like to sentence prisoners to sentences of hundreds of years - you can reduce the sentence! Can you commute hundreds of years in prison? This achieves a de facto life sentence.

Of course, in the magic world, there is no such thing. No one who was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban survived. Sirius is the only exception in history. It is hard to say whether there will be any newcomers in the future, but it is definitely not seen before.

From Mrs. Black's point of view, this mansion really does not need maintenance. What's the point of cleaning it clean? Is it cheap for a thief who walks through the door?

"Okay, okay, I'll take you to my brother's bedroom." Sirius really couldn't accept the current atmosphere, so he took the initiative to break the deadlock and prepared to take Hermione to his brother's bedroom.

"The prodigal who was expelled from the family tree is going to steal the treasures of the Black family with his dirty cubs... The most difficult to guard against. If my poor mistress—" After hearing Sirius' words, Kreacher began to curse again in a low voice.

It seems to be completely unaware that it has said everything in its heart. Or... it knows what it's talking about, but it's just playing dumb.

"Shut up!" Sirius was outraged, "Remember, I am now the legal heir of the Black family, and I own everything here! How I handle my finances is my freedom, it's not my turn. You tell me. I swear to Merlin, if you say one more word, I will, I will…”

Sirius seriously considered how to give Kreacher the greatest shock, and then an idea appeared in his mind.

"I'll sell this house at a low price! Just one Nat!"

Kreacher raised his head in shock, unable to believe what he heard.

"This is the ancestral home of the Black family. It is the embodiment of the glory of the Black family. There are countless treasures in it. How can you sell it, and you only need one Nat!"

Seeing Kreacher so shocked, Sirius was very proud, he said, "Because I am the owner of this house, I have the final say, Yodel, do you want it? A Nat, this house is yours."

"No!!" Kreacher fell to his knees on the floor, sobbing hoarsely, "Master, don't! I beg you to be kind-"

The combination of its hoarse voice and crying was so permeating that everyone who heard it gave goosebumps all over. Combined with the content of its cry, there is a feeling of sadness for those who hear it and tears for those who see it.

"I'm serious, Tom, if you want to—"

"No need." Tom still couldn't make the act of buying Nat's ancestral home, even though it was Sirius's will.

"If you want, just leave it to Harry." Tom said casually.

"Good idea!" Sirius' eyes lit up, he has no descendants anyway, so who wouldn't leave it? As for what Harry should do with the stuff in here, it wasn't a headache for him.

Seeing that the house sale turmoil seemed to have come to an end, Kreacher got up from the ground and bowed respectfully to Tom: "Master, you are a person of high moral character—"

"Okay, okay," Sirius interrupted Kreacher impatiently, "If you dare to be disrespectful to my guests again, I will sell the house and give you a dress!"

Sirius has found the most effective way to threaten Kreacher. Hearing this, Kreacher's body trembled. Selling the house and giving clothes is the most terrible thing for it!

It said tremblingly: "To be loyal to the Black family is the only meaning of Kreacher's existence, and your order is everything."

"If that's the case, then disappear in front of my eyes - go and prepare something to eat, I'm going to leave my guests here for lunch!"

"Yes." Kreacher bowed his head, then snapped his fingers and disappeared. Maybe it was Tom's illusion. He always felt that Kreacher cursed silently before disappearing.

"So you understand why I don't like living in my own home?" Sirius looked at Tom and the three and kept complaining: "Its brain has been instilled by my mother too many distorted thoughts - pure blood theory or something, It's really not likeable. I'll teach it well, and now let's go to my brother's bedroom." As he spoke, he walked upstairs.

Tom is pessimistic about what Sirius said about education. He didn't think Sirius could change Kreacher's view. This is something that it has implemented for a lifetime. How can it be so easy to change?

Sirius and his brother's bedrooms are located on the top floor of the mansion.

He took a few people and climbed all the way up to the top of the stairs, where there were two doors, and the door opposite the stairs had a sign on it that read [Sirius], this is Sirius' bedroom . On the opposite side is a door of the same style, and the door number reads:

[Entry is prohibited without my express permission. Regulus Arcturus Black]

Obviously, this sentence is useless to his brother. Sirius ignored his brother's warning and pushed open the door directly.

"Aren't you afraid of some magical curse?" Hermione looked worried at Sirius' reckless behavior. As far as she knows, many wizards will set some magic traps in their houses. If they do not enter according to the rules, they may be attacked.

"He?" Sirius despised his younger brother, "If he had the courage, I would change my name to Venus."

Sirius still understands the cowardice of his younger brother. He knew that Regulus was just stubborn, and he wouldn't stop him if he did anything.

The four of them crossed the threshold and entered the bedroom. Regulus's bedroom is so ornately decorated that it looks like a big family. In his bedroom, Slytherin silver and green are everywhere, covering the bed, walls and windows. Coming here is like coming to the dormitory of Slytherin Academy.

At the head of his bed is an elaborately depicted Black family crest and a motto in French:

【Always pure】

Beneath the motto were many yellowed clippings, and Hermione went over to look at them.

"It's all about Voldemort's newspaper clippings, he should have become an admirer first and then a Death Eater..."

Tom clicked his tongue, and Sirius snorted loudly.

No wonder Tom looks down on Regulus, it's okay to be an admirer of Voldemort! This is too out of place!

Even if you become a fan of Grindelwald?

Just like a fan of the same brain, it is better to be a fan of Jay Cun than to be an Ikun, right?

There is also a photo by the bed of a Quidditch team from Slytherin House.

"He's a Slytherin Seeker," Sirius explained to Tom, pointing out his younger brother in the photo.

Regulus is also a black-haired boy, just a little thinner, not as handsome as Sirius.

As if sensing that someone was pointing at him, Regulus in the photo waved to the camera.

"Okay, let's look for clues! Let's see if there is anything here that can help you." Sirius waved his hand, looked away from the photo, and took the initiative to start rummaging.

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