Personality V: I will save everything

After being scolded by Lydia, Kreacher did stay quiet for a few days.

Of course, it only lasted a few days.

"Miss Woods, this is for you."

After Kreacher nearly fainted in the corridor that time, Lydia forbade him to go out again. He lay in the room with nothing to do, so he found some rags and a ball of cotton to sew a doll.

By the way, he came to see the gardener today and he also sneaked out.

"Wow! How cute! Is this really a little bear?" The gardener screamed in surprise, his eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity.

Kreacher stood aside with a proud smile on his face. His handicraft skills were indeed quite good. After all, in the orphanage, he often had to help the children mend their clothes and dolls that were torn due to playing.

There is nothing that can be helped. Although the orphanage has sufficient funds, the children are lively and active by nature. They will inevitably fall accidentally while playing and thus damage their clothes. As for toys, even if everyone takes good care of them, there will always be holes, loose threads and the like. This situation is really difficult to avoid.

There are not many materials available here, but Kreacher has done his best to make this little bear doll almost perfect. It is furry and soft, and feels very good to the touch, making people want to hug it tightly.

The gardener held the bear doll with great joy, feeling its softness and warmth. This toy bear was much better than the scarecrow.

At this moment, her thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the past... How long had it been since someone gave her a gift?

Oh, I remember now! I haven't received any presents since my ninth birthday...

"As long as you like it." Kreacher said with a smile, and at the same time a little proud. It seems that his craftsmanship has not regressed.

"Thank you, I haven't received a gift for a long time." It seemed like an unintentional remark, but Kreacher caught the key point.

"Not even a birthday present?" Kreacher was a little surprised. You know, when the children in the orphanage celebrated their birthdays together, he would give each of them a gift.

"No, I haven't celebrated my birthday for a long time, and I haven't received any birthday presents." How could I have received one? In a place like that, they only care about the condition of the experiment today. How could they remember the experiment's birthday?

Besides, after experiencing that kind of thing, the gardener himself couldn't remember what day of his birthday was.

Her memory of the past was already very vague, but the hatred was deeply engraved in her mind.

"Then consider today your birthday!"

Kreacher knew that Lisa's birthday was December 12st, but he didn't know if the gardener in the other world also had the same birthday.

Besides, even if it was on the same day, the gardener hadn't celebrated his birthday for a long time, so it would be nice to have an early birthday.

"Happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you. happy birthday. Happy birthday. Happy birthday to you."

After singing a little Happy Birthday song, Kreacher held a candle in front of the gardener.

"Make a wish, dear."

"................" The gardener looked at the scene in silence, not knowing how to react.

The person in front of him looked exactly like the "philanthropist", but his personality and qualities were completely opposite to his.

Everything he did was far beyond the gardener's expectations, and what made the gardener feel very strange was that this man did things without any interest or desire involved, he simply wanted to do it.

The "philanthropist" helps the gardener simply because he has desires for the gardener; the doctor helps the gardener simply because she wants to atone for her sins. To put it bluntly, she just wants to make her conscience feel better.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

!!!

Only after he finished speaking did the gardener realize that he was staring at the candle and couldn't help but say what was in his heart.

But now that he had said it, there was no need to hesitate any longer. He could just ask Mr. Pearson what he wanted to do and why he was so nice to him.

There is no benefit to him at all.

The gardener had a general understanding of the people in the other world, that is, they can come and go as they please, and what happens in this world has no effect on them at all. They can even regard this as a trip or an ordinary game.

So, if that’s the case, why should we be nice to ourselves?

There should be someone in the other world who is living a better life than me, myself. If that's the case, can't I just be nice to her?

why?

Why on earth would you do this?

The gardener's words successfully silenced Kreacher for a moment, and then he raised his head and smiled widely.

"If you want to know what I want... well... then Miss Emma Woods, please smile. Smile from the bottom of your heart. That's what I want."

There are not so many "whys". Why do we need a reason to help others?

"Hey?"

Another unexpected statement.

Mr. Pearson's actions always leave the gardener puzzled, but surprisingly the gardener does not hate him.

"Ms. Woods, can you please make a wish soon? The candle has started to melt and the wax has dripped onto my fingers. It's very hot."

It was not until Kreacher said this that the gardener realized that the candle had indeed begun to melt, and a lot of wax had even flowed onto Kreacher's fingers.

But unexpectedly, Kreacher still maintained the posture of holding the candle, without letting go, nor choosing to blow out the flame on the candle.

"Make a wish, dear," Kreacher repeated.

Because the birthday person is a gardener, and only a gardener is qualified to blow out the birthday candles.

But even if Kreacher said so...

The gardener didn't know what wish he should make.

His biggest wish now was revenge, but under Kreacher's kind eyes, she couldn't express this wish no matter what.

Under absolute goodwill, the desire for revenge seems like a stain that shouldn't be here.

But apart from revenge, what other wishes should I make?

Staring at the burning candle in front of him, the gardener's memory, which had long been blurred by the electric shock, slowly reappeared. He remembered that he seemed to have once stared at a candle in the snow.

What were you thinking about at that time?

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Oh, yes, she remembered...

"I want to go home."

After making the wish, the gardener blew out the birthday candles. But how could such a wish come true?

Her mother has abandoned her and her father doesn't want her anymore. Where is her home?

(The author made a small change here. The gardener's mother ran away with the lawyer and died after having an abortion, just like the original plot.

But the factory director's story was slightly changed. After he placed the gardener at the door of the orphanage, he lied to the gardener and said that he would be back soon. In fact, he went to burn himself. Then the gardener kept waiting for him. When he didn't come, she thought she was also abandoned by her father. But in fact, she wasn't.

The subsequent plot is similar to the original plot. However, the gardener did not recognize that the factory director was her father. After all, the factory director's face was destroyed after he set himself on fire. In addition, the gardener's experience in the White Sand Street Lunatic Asylum made her memory very vague, so the gardener did not recognize him.)

Besides, now is not the time to talk about this.

"I'm so sorry, I was too slow in making the wish. Did the wax burn you?"

The gardener wanted to check Kreacher's hands quickly, but Kreacher put the candle aside and patted the solidified wax on his hands to show that he was fine.

It was getting late, and Kreacher had to hurry back to his room, otherwise if Lydia found out, she might really tie herself to the bed.

Before leaving, Kreacher gently stroked the gardener's cheek and said.

"Happy birthday, may all your wishes come true, little princess."

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"Is this bottle empty?"

"Yes." The lawyer in the restaurant was obviously confused by Kreacher's question. Is the bottle empty? Is there any problem?

“Crackle——”

Kreacher simply held the head of the bottle and smashed the bottom of the bottle. Now it was a weapon.

Such a loud noise also attracted the attention of several survivors in the restaurant.

"Are you going to kill someone?" It was obviously just a casual joke, but unexpectedly, what Kreacher said next made the novelist sigh that this person was absolutely crazy.

"No, I'm going to die."

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Kreacher swaggered into the dormitory of the "supervisors" with the broken wine bottle.

Maybe it’s because the current Kreacher is easy to identify as the “philanthropist” in this world. After all, he still has a white bandage wrapped around his head.

Both "survivors" and "supervisors" are extremely interested in people who suddenly appear from another world, or they really want to see what the "philanthropist" from another world wants to do, so they let him go.

Kreacher's goal was very clear. He didn't stop until he reached the factory director.

The factory manager now looked like a complete monster, with burns all over his body and his face wrapped in bandages. The bandages also emitted a foul smell, and it was not known whether it came from the bandages or from the factory manager's face.

But even so, Kreacher still made moves comparable to those of a warrior.

Kreacher held up the broken wine bottle and pointed it straight in the direction of the factory director.

"What on earth were you thinking?!!!"

My goodness, what on earth is going on?

This is simply like a great drama, the "survivors" actually dared to threaten the "supervisors"!

But once Kreacher's mouth opened, it seemed as if he never thought of closing it.

"You are the worst father in the world, bar none. I have never seen anyone worse than you!!!"

Kreacher was almost going mad.

"She was only nine years old! She was only nine years old! You actually left her in an orphanage in the snow! What on earth were you thinking?!!!"

Kreacher was almost incoherent with anger, but he continued to curse.

"Her name is obviously not Emma Woods! Her name is Lisa Baker! Her last name is Baker!!! She is your biological daughter! Why would you do this?!!!"

Kreacher even smashed the beer bottle to the ground in excitement.

"Why are you so cruel?!!!"

I do not have.

"Why did you abandon her?!!!"

I do not have.

"It's because of people like you... It's because there are more and more people like you!!!! There are more and more parents who casually abandon their children on the streets!!!!"

I do not have.

"You treat your child as a burden, throw him away like useless trash, and feel relieved, right?!!!"

I don't!

“Is this something to be proud of?!!!”

Kreacher excitedly pointed his finger at the factory director.

"Speak!!!!"

In the last sentence, Kreacher's tone even sounded like tears.

"Tell me...is this something to be proud of?"

It's funny, Kreacher came here to scold others, but while scolding, he started crying.

Perhaps he felt the same way, or maybe he felt sorry for the same pain. He had wanted to say these words a long time ago. When there were more and more children in the orphanage, he had wanted to curse loudly in the street. Is this really something to be proud of? !

After Kreacher finished cursing, he turned his head away. He didn't want others to see him crying, but his tears couldn't be stopped from flowing.

At the same time, Kreacher also closed his eyes. He knew that after he finished cursing, the factory director would definitely use his sickle to cut him in half.

It doesn’t matter, but he must help the gardener to get rid of this anger.

I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't! ! ! !

Kreacher could also feel the factory director rushing towards him, and he instinctively raised his arms to block, but the factory director just pushed him to the ground.

The factory manager's target was not him, but the broken glass on the ground.

The factory manager picked up a sharp piece of debris from the ground and pointed it at his mouth.

It was not until then that Kreacher finally realized why the factory director had not spoken since a while ago.

Because of the fire, the factory director's mouth was completely burned and he couldn't open it at all.

At the same time, the tongue in his mouth had long been burned and glued together with the tissues in his mouth to form a mass of rotten meat.

The sharp fragments scratched the flesh that had already rotted away, forcing his mouth to open again.

A tear rolled down the factory director's eyes. It was not because of the pain of cutting flesh, but more from the psychological pain. He felt guilty towards the gardener, guilty towards his beloved daughter, and even more heartbroken that he had not been able to communicate with her all this time.

The factory manager knew that it was all his fault that his daughter had to go through all this, and out of guilt, he had never dared to face his daughter.

But he didn't expect that the more he avoided, the more hurt he would cause to the gardener.

Because the more he did this, the more the gardener was convinced that she was abandoned.

“I…I…didn’t….”

He never abandoned the gardener, never.