Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

Andy let out a long breath, was too tired to speak, and lay down on the floor. His ears were filled with Kreacher's voice crying and thanking him.He waved his hand to indicate to the house elf what to do, but he couldn't get up.

"Merlin, my poor son!" It was obvious that the portrait of Walburga Black had woken up, and she saw Regulus on the ground with pale skin and covered in sewage. She screamed and cried, as if she was about to get angry. The flesh and blood of the murderer.

"Poor mistress! Poor mistress finally met Master Regulus!" Kreacher's eyes were swollen from crying under his old wrinkled skin.

"Uh... Kreacher, go and do what you should do! Are you going to let your young master lie on the floor?" After they had cried enough, Andy sat up with difficulty. He was now I kind of missed Snape's energy potion: "Get me some clothes that I can change into." Kreacher sobbed after hearing this, and with Walburga Black's acquiescence, he took away Regulus. corpse.

"Thank you, Potter, you are a good boy." The old lady expressed her kindness to Andy for the first time: "Thank you for sending him back."

"You're welcome, madam, I have to borrow your bathroom for a while." Andy stood up and showed his miserable state to the portrait: one side of his face was burnt black, and his hair was curled and soaked. His robe and trousers were in tatters and clinging to his body, and there were also some unknown filth from the mud at the bottom of the lake and the inferi - the smell made Andy sick to death.

"It's your house now, Potter. I will keep my promise." Mrs. Black said these words calmly, she frowned sadly: "I hope to wait until the day Regulus is buried, I will leave on my own, there is a permanent sticking spell on this portrait, which can only be broken if I leave you."

"Uh...actually, I have no intention of driving you away..."

"I said, I will keep my promise. The Black family disdains the mercy of others, especially mixed-" The old lady shut her mouth and swallowed the words "mixed-blood wizard".

Andy laughed: "Madam, this is not pity, this is a request, a request - I mean maybe I have some precognitive abilities - your eldest son is out of prison, and I am still waiting for you to teach him a lesson."

"Don't mention that traitor! I hope he never comes out of Azkaban!" Mrs. Black's round eyes widened again, and she angrily faced Andy: "Okay, even if I agree to your request - but that You traitor! Don’t even think about stepping through this door!"

Andy could see that this old lady was still very sad to leave the house where she had lived for generations, so he kept her here in case the house was requisitioned by the Order of the Phoenix one day and charged Dumbledore's rent plus many swearing words. It was very pleasant to have his wife in trouble for him.

Then came the funeral of Regulus. Andy and Kreacher buried him in the Black family cemetery. There were only three people attending the funeral: Andy, Kreacher and Mrs. Black's portrait - Andy found a The landscape oil painting made her get into it.Andy silently paid tribute to the new tombstone, Kreacher wailed for his young master, and Walburga said nothing, just kept sobbing.

Back at the house, Andy asked Mrs. Black to return to the portrait.

"Listen Kreacher, I want to abide by the honor of the Black family and fulfill my promise. Now your master is Andy Potter. From now on, you must obey him completely."

"It's the mistress. Kreacher obeys your orders. Kreacher will comply with your wishes for the last time." Kreacher bowed deeply to the portrait and hit his big head on the floor.

"Thank you, Mrs. Black. Uh... by the way... would you like to read the last words Regulus left..."

Walbuga was stunned and nodded blankly. Andy opened the necklace box hanging around his neck and took out a piece of parchment. He unfolded the paper and faced Mrs. Black's portrait:

To the Dark Lord:

I know I will be dead when you read this letter, but I want you to know: I discovered your secret, and I have taken the real Horcrux and will destroy it as soon as possible.

I risked my life for you, but I was only a flesh-and-blood mortal when I met my opponent. "

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(The original text is as follows:

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iknowiwillbedeadlongbeforeyoureadthisbutiwantyoutoknowthatitwasiwhodiscoveredyoursecret.ihavestolentherealhorcruxandintendtodestroyitassoonasican.ifacedeathinthehopethatwhenyoumeetyourmatchyouwillbemortaloncemore.

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Volga Black was silent for a long time and walked towards the depths of the portrait. Andy couldn't bear to stop her, and couldn't explain to her why the demon king whom Black supported with all his family's strength ruined the hope of the entire family.

He folded the letter and stuffed it into the hanging box, and hung the hanging box around Kreacher's neck. Kreacher's tearful eyes looked at him gratefully: "Kreacher, this is the only thing Regulus has left. I will give it to you, hoping that you can protect it. What is inside is very important. I swear that after defeating the Dark Lord, I will help Regulus restore his reputation and everyone will praise it. You have to believe me. "

Kreacher knelt in front of Andy holding the hanging box and put his head on Andy's shoes. Andy was shocked by its behavior: "Kreacher believes in you, Kreacher will protect you." , Kreacher will do everything for you, Master Potter."

Andy looked at this old elf and felt compassion.He pulled him up and told him: "You can live here and serve your Mrs. Black as you did before, but I tell you to be on call and not to hesitate. Except... Clean this place, it’s too dirty. Oh, yes, clean up a room for me and decorate the other rooms however you like, and give me the entrance order by the way."

"It's Master Potter. Kreacher will be there soon." Kreacher told Andy the password and disappeared with a "bang". Andy collected his emotions and walked out to take a breath. It was already dark.

He saw fish and chips being sold on the opposite side of the square, and jumped up to buy one to satisfy his craving - and he didn't dare to take it back to the house.

As for Kreacher's aggressive nature, he wanted to see Andy eating takeout from the stall, and he didn't want to jump into the fireplace and stab himself with a fire poke because he thought Andy disliked him.

Andy bought a fried and crispy sole fillet, thickly coated with mayonnaise, and sprinkled with crispy pickled cucumbers and pickled onions. The hot white smoke enveloped the aroma of the Maillard reaction. , giving him a big appetite.

While Andy was feasting, Greg stepped into the food box, rudely threw the letter to Andy and started grabbing the fried fish.It seemed that he was starving, so Andy put the food box on the bench under the street lamp and let Bai Falcon eat by himself.

He opened the two letters in his hand: one was a reply from the Ministry of Magic, stating that the wizard's portrait could inherit the inheritance, and that he would bring the relevant documents to No. 12 Grimmauld Place tomorrow to help him handle the procedures.Another gaudy letter from Malfoy Manor, politely reminding him of the start time of the party.

Can't wait for Voldemort, Andy thought, not making any reaction in the Muggle square.He took Bai Falcon, who was full, to the door of No. 12.