Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 45 Clean Up

The next morning, people living in 12 Grimmauld Place discovered that the house had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The dust accumulated on the windows for more than ten years was completely removed, and the bright morning sun shone into the house without hindrance, sweeping away the haze.

The silver chandelier has been polished spotlessly, shining brightly, all the silver rust on the silverware has been removed, and the gold Black family coat of arms is shining brightly.

These changes make people feel relaxed and happy. Without mold and dust, No. 12 Grimmauld Place is radiant again, and the picture of the royal luxury life of the Black family in the past is displayed before people's eyes again.

Kreacher, the house-elf, had been busy all night and had a face-to-face with Sirius as he delivered the freshly baked confection into the living room.

Sirius was lying lazily on the big sofa in the living room, with his feet on the coffee table, his black curly hair casually resting on his forehead.

He was reading a small book with a beautiful Muggle beauty on the cover.

Seeing Sirius, Kreacher took a few steps back respectfully, looking a little nervous and cramped, he has not yet adapted to the new life with Sirius as his master.

Sirius also noticed Kreacher's appearance, put the book on his chest casually, and looked down at the house elf.

He found that Kreacher had already wrapped a large snow-white towel around him, and the white hair growing from his big bat-like ears was fluffier and whiter than cotton wool.

The changes pleased him, and the room smelled much fresher.

"Good morning, Master Sirius." Kreacher put down the dessert on the coffee table, bowed 120 degrees to Sirius, and then he walked forward and wiped Sirius' soles inch by inch with a white towel.

While wiping, he muttered, "This is the coffee table where the hostess receives guests, how many distinguished guests she has entertained here, what a precious memory, Kreacher can't let Master Sirius trample on this place. "

"The sofa is not long enough, and there is no place to put my feet." Sirius' voice was aggrieved.

Kreacher stopped quickly and bowed another 120 degrees.

"Kreacher doesn't dare to complain about Master Sirius. It's Kreacher's fault that the soles of the master's shoes are not clean enough."

"You don't need to bow to me anymore, I'm a little embarrassed." Sirius stroked his black hair casually, with a hint of aristocratic temperament inadvertently revealed between his brows, "By the way, let's just leave it at that."

Under Kreacher's shocked gaze, he turned into a big black dog with thick fur.

The black dog raised its four big paws (this should be the origin of the nickname "Padfoot"), rolled over, and lay comfortably on the sofa, spreading the book with its two front paws, sticking out its tongue, Continue reading with relish.

Kreacher was still holding the shoe-shine cloth in his hand, and he stood by, seemingly not knowing what he should do next.

After a while, the old house-elf finally made up his mind.

He put down the rag, and cautiously reached out to brush Sirius' shaggy fur from the top of his head to his tail.

The dog's body temperature is high, and the dog hair feels smooth and feels great to the touch.

Sirius didn't look up, but just wagged his tail cheerfully, indicating that the stroking just now was very comfortable.

Seeing his master's reaction, Kreacher's confidence was greatly enhanced. He boldly stroked Sirius' silky back hair, rubbed his matted neck hair, and squeezed his foot pads along the way.

Sirius wagged his tail leisurely, enjoying the petting for granted.

His belly rose and fell like a real dog, and his aristocratic air was gone in an instant.

At this moment, Kreacher was filled with emotions.

I really didn't expect that old Kreacher would have the honor to masturbate Master Sirius one day...

Ah, what a blessed service this is!

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This morning, as the end of the cleaning work at 12 Grimmauld Place, everyone helped Sirius properly dispose of those black magic items.

Kreacher still has a lot of opinions on this, but he has already recognized Sirius as his honorable master, and the highest law of house elves is the master's will, so he no longer stops Sirius' actions.

But at Hermione's suggestion, Sirius accepted a compromise.

The black magic items in the glass display case were taken down by everyone and stuffed into an iron box deep in the cabinet.

This way Kreacher wouldn't have to feel sad about the Black family's collection, and Sirius wouldn't have to see things that made him unhappy.

The next thing to deal with was the walls of Black's old house.

If the most common magic in No. 12, Grimmauld Place is all kinds of black magic, then the second most common magic is probably the Permanent Sticking Charm.

To tell you the truth, permanent sticking spells are no less troublesome than black magic.

Those scary screaming portraits (including the portrait of Sirius' mother) were all permanently glued, and everyone tried their best to remove them, and the walls of Sirius' bedroom were even more messy.

There have been many Paste Forever battles here, where Sirius and his parents fought fiercely over the decoration of the room, with layers of portraits, prints and wallpaper pasted together so that the silver-gray walls are barely visible.

Sirius finally won the permanent sticking spell battle, pasted on top were several posters of Muggle beauties, many pictures of Muggle motorcycles, and a few faded Gryffindor flags, and now even There was no way he could remove the items himself.

On the only wizard photo in the room, four Hogwarts students stood together arm in arm, smiling.

In the photo, the tall James and Sirius stood proudly in the middle, while Lupine and Peter on both sides were shorter, with a slight look of servants, and both of them had the joy of being accepted on their faces.

In fact, the Peter in the photo is not strictly speaking the same person as the current Peter.

But after Peter traveled through time, the memory of his previous life had become extremely vague. He couldn't remember much except that he came from a world without magic.

Instead, the memory of the original Wormtail poured into his mind. After 16 years, the two Peters were inseparable.

Sirius stopped in front of this photo, and James and Peter, who were helping to clean up the trash, also came over to watch.

"So this photo is here with you!" James put his arms around Sirius' shoulders from behind, "I was looking for it for a while at home, and there are too few group photos of the four of us together. People always think they are good friends when they are young." Always by my side, no need to remember.”

"Is it possible that we didn't get a chance to have a photo together because you two spent too much time in detention?" Peter said.

"Stop telling the truth, sweet baby Peter," Sirius said, and he and James laughed together.

(End of this chapter)