Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Black was shocked, could Kreacher be so good at acting?

Seeing the increasingly weird look in Robert's eyes, Blake coughed twice, "I really didn't grab it, cough, that's not right, I didn't eat Kreacher's breakfast."

Robert and Kreacher's eyes both fell on Black's ketchup-stained beard.

"The master said no, then there won't be any." Kreacher sighed, shook his head and left.

Blake looked confused. What do you mean, if I say no, there won't be! Damn it, Kreacher, please explain it to me! Don't go! Come back soon!

Robert was amused. Blake looked at him and hurriedly explained, "I didn't!"

"Yeah." Robert held back a smile and handed over a napkin. Blake took the square napkin and hesitantly wiped it on his beard, then wiped it again.

"Really not!" He emphasized again.

Robert held it in quite hard!

After breakfast, Robert was about to buy some ingredients, but was stopped by Blake.

"You should show less publicity outside now." Black said seriously, "That guy Peter doesn't care about the lives of Muggles. As long as he sees you, he will definitely take action."

"... Do you want to grow vegetables in the yard?" Robert glanced outside the house, where there were overgrown weeds. "By the way, should I hire some house elves to help clean it up..."

Black said weakly, "Actually, Kreacher can do everything by himself..."

"Kreacher is very old. According to the wizard's age, he is already a grandfather!" Robert rolled his eyes, "You have to give him some personal space!"

Black looked at him in disbelief, as if he was hearing a joke, "Private space? Merlin, are you kidding me? House elves like to work the most! If they have a private space, Merlin!"

He held his head and said with some horror, "Man, you must not say such things to Kreacher, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it when he is old!"

Robert looked confused, "Huh?"

"I remember when I was a child, I told Kreacher that he could rest when he was fine." Blake frowned, lost in the memory, "Then he beat the ground like crazy, and he couldn't hold it back. From then on, , I was very cautious when I saw it, for fear that if I said something wrong, it would hurt itself again, especially, um." He scratched his neck, "You know, there are only a few of us in such a big family."

Robert smacked his lips, "You don't think you're comforting Kreacher by letting him work, do you?"

"Isn't it?" Blake looked confused.

"I think you two need to talk..." Robert scratched his chin, "Sit together, drink some wine, and have sex. Maybe our relationship will get better?"

"How is that possible?" Blake shook his head in denial, "How could Kreacher be willing to come to the table..."

Robert looked at the overgrown yard outside the house, "You know, an outdoor barbecue doesn't require a dining table, right?"

Blake followed his gaze and looked outside the room, "This is a good idea, but we don't seem to have anything in common?"

"Of course you do!" Robert said affirmatively, "How come there is no common topic?"

Blake showed a disgusted expression, "Don't be ridiculous, this family has given me nothing but depression, paranoia, and madness. Since I ran away from home, except for Regulus who occasionally sent me letters, everyone else Lost contact."

"Now, look, this is a common topic." Robert pointed at him, "Kreacher likes Regulus the most."

"What's so good about him?" Black curled his lips, "A good, obedient baby, the hope of the Black family, and yet he is indoctrinated with the theory of pure blood and nobility by my two good parents every day, that idiot!"

He cursed, "That idiot, he actually joined the Death Eaters! Oh, my God!"

Black covered his face and rubbed his hands vigorously, "Idiot! Don't think about quitting after you join! How could a person like Voldemort let the pure blood he finally obtained leave intact? Just listen to Voldemort's words! That's it! picture……"

"Just like Malfoy, wouldn't it be better to blame everything on the Imperius Curse?" Black cursed in a low voice, "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"

Robert waited silently for him to curse all the words he could think of before he said, "So, you actually still miss him, right?"

Blake turned his head to the side, "That's not the case..."

"Poor Mr. Regulus, living alone in this big, cold house, facing his crazy parents, and his brother ran away from home." Robert sighed, "Well, this can actually be taken. Things that can be used as novel material, such as the villain BOSS’s path to darkness, maybe they can be sold well?”

"Regulus is not a villain!" After hearing this, Black immediately became furious and began to defend his brother crazily, "He is just a bit stupid, a bit soft-hearted, and a bit easy to listen to other people's words... Uh. , in short, I, I didn’t... Okay, okay, I just kind of want to know, I want to know if he is doing well in this family..."

Robert spread his hands, "Look, isn't this a good entry point?"

Sirius was speechless.

The lanterns are on.

In the courtyard of the Black family's old house, a rare light came on.

After the efforts of the elves, the overgrown yard finally regained some of its former vitality.

Because he was in a hurry, Robert could only use a rapid growth spell to make the ornamental plants grow quickly.

In short, when Black dragged Kreacher out from the cupboard, the scene in front of him made him couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Neatly manicured lawns, beautiful small fountains, and bursts of fragrance.

"..." Is this the shabby yard before my house?

Blake said he hadn't been back for a week? Even if there are all kinds of magic, the changes here are a bit exaggerated, right? !

The hired house elves had already left. At this time, in the small pavilion next to the yard, the tempting aroma of barbecue was emitting.

Blake curled his lips in displeasure and muttered, "I didn't ask because I wanted to know. I just wanted to satisfy my junior's curiosity."

After encouraging himself in this way, Sirius led Kreacher into the pavilion.

The house elf seemed a little cautious. Although he was also a maverick, he actually didn't dare to enjoy the food with his master. However, with Robert's persuasion and Black's acquiescence, Kreacher was poured a whole barrel of wine. .

Then……

The situation was completely out of control.