Personality V: I will save everything

After a lot of hard work, Larry finally succeeded in moving all the items into the spacious hall. He was exhausted and out of breath, but he couldn't wait to find Servi and report to him that he had completed the task.

When Larry looked around, he was surprised to find that Servi was squatting in front of the fireplace, concentrating on adding firewood and trying to make a fire. What surprised him even more was that the dean, called Kreacher Pearson, was sitting quietly in a chair beside him, staring closely at Mr. Servi's every move.

Seeing this scene, Larry couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Who is the owner here and who is the visiting guest?" However, reason told him not to speak out his thoughts so rashly. So he stood there and thought quietly.

Recalling the scene of seeing the two of them just now, Larry realized that there seemed to be an extraordinary relationship between Mr. Servi and Dean Pearson. From the moment they met, their behavior towards each other seemed particularly intimate, as if they were old friends meeting again after many years.

Looking at Dean Pearson's slightly pale face and weak demeanor, it is easy to imagine that he may have just suffered from a serious illness.

Thinking about it this way, Larry felt that it was understandable for Mr. Servi to take the initiative to help light the fire. After all, it was human nature to take care of a friend who was unwell.

Servi finally managed to light the fire in the cold fireplace with great effort. He stood up, clapped his hands, and looked at the jumping flames with satisfaction, with a gratified smile on his face. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that Kreacher was beside him, so he turned his head and was about to chat with Kreacher.

However, before he could say anything, he caught a glimpse of a figure passing by the door. He looked closely and found that it was Larry who came back! Larry walked into the room with a bag of food in his hand.

Servi quickly introduced Kreacher with a smile: "Come here, Kreacher, let me introduce you. This is my right-hand assistant - Larry! Don't underestimate this guy. Although he looks young, he is quite capable in the position of assistant~" As he said that, Servi enthusiastically stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Larry.

After hearing Servi's introduction, Larry also walked up quickly and politely, and greeted Kreacher with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Kreacher Pearson! It's a pleasure to meet you. Please take care of me in the future!"

But before Larry could talk more with Kreacher, he was interrupted by Servi.

"I bought a lot of bread and meat this time. You and the children should eat more, Kreacher. You look so thin."

At this point, Servi seemed to realize that there was another person here, so he explained to Larry,

"Kreacher was not as thin as he is now. He had a serious illness and was seriously injured, which is why he is like this now. Every time I brought him food, he was reluctant to eat it himself and always shared it with the children. As a result, his body never recovered."

After explaining, Servi slowly turned his head towards Kreacher. His originally calm face now showed a subtle questioning expression, and even the tone of his voice became slightly heavier:

"For example, last time, Kreacher, I spent so much effort to buy those white breads, you didn't share them all with the children? In the end, you were still chewing on that paste made of who knows what."

Hearing this, Kreacher was stunned for a moment, his eyes dodged a little, he didn't dare to look at Servi, and he stammered in response: "Uh... well... (eyes unconsciously looked away) How... how is it possible? Of course I ate it, those white breads were so fragrant and sweet, huh?"

However, Servi was obviously not fooled by Kreacher's words. His deep eyes were fixed on Kreacher, and the scrutiny in them became stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to see through Kreacher's true thoughts deep in his heart.

"Really?" Servi's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable sense of oppression. "Then Kreacher, tell me, the white bread I bought last time had jam in it. What kind of jam was that?"

Faced with Servi's sharp questioning, Kreacher's heart suddenly tightened and he was instantly confused. He widened his eyes, his eyes flickered, and a few tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead uncontrollably.

At this moment, his heart was already filled with regret and panic. At first, he just wanted to let those poor children eat a few more bites of delicious bread to fill their hungry stomachs.

However, he never expected that this seemingly ordinary bread actually contained jam! Moreover, let alone knowing what kind of jam it was, he didn't even notice whether there was jam at all!

What should I do? I can't keep going on like this... Kreacher was anxious, thinking quickly about what to do. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind: Why not just guess at random! Anyway, I don't know the correct answer, maybe I can pass it by trying my luck.

So, he pretended to be calm, and tried to force out a smile that was uglier than crying. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he said, "Hmm... that should be strawberry jam, right? Hey, you see, I told you I've eaten it before."

Although he said this, it could be heard from his extremely unnatural expression and trembling voice that he himself had no confidence in this casually made up answer.

"Kreacher!" With a roar, Servi's hands, as heavy and powerful as bear paws, suddenly slapped Kreacher's thin shoulders without any warning. This sudden heavy blow was like a thunderbolt across Kreacher's heart, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

Kreacher's eyes widened in horror, his face instantly turning pale. His lips trembled slightly, and he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. At this time, Servi did not give up, but stared at Kreacher with an oppressive gaze, as if he wanted to see through all the secrets deep in his heart.

"You say...is there such a possibility?" Servi spoke slowly, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a hint of coldness.

"Those are just ordinary, unremarkable white bread. The reason I said there was jam in it was just to test you." After saying this, Servi silently raised his head, and his face, which was already gloomy and scary, was now distorted by anger.

Kreacher looked at the furious man in front of him, and the fear in his heart became stronger. Especially when he noticed that Servi had a creepy sneer on his face, he felt his legs starting to weaken, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Larry!" Servi suddenly called out in a low voice, his voice was not loud but it carried an inexplicable majesty. Hearing this call, Larry, who was standing quietly by the side and watching the excitement with interest, suddenly shuddered, and his heart couldn't help but "skimp". He looked at Servi in ​​horror, secretly complaining in his heart: "It's over, it's over, did I accidentally offend this gentleman?"

Servi slowly turned his head and stared at Larry expressionlessly. His gaze was like two cold arrows, shooting straight at Larry, making him feel as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Larry was so frightened that he dared not even breathe, fearing that he would anger the other party accidentally.

"I may need to talk to Kreacher about something next," Servi said calmly, but the implication of his unquestionable tone was obvious. "If you have nothing to do, go back first." After that, he no longer looked at Larry, as if this person did not exist at all.

How could Larry dare to say anything more at this time? He nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay, okay, Mr. Servi, I'll leave first. You and Kreacher can talk slowly..." Before he finished speaking, he ran away from the scene like a flash.

As he ran, Larry muttered to himself, "Oh my god, Mr. Servi usually looks quite gentle, but he is so terrible when he gets angry. He is simply a 'powder keg'! Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I would be in trouble!"

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Larry said he could just run away, but could Kreacher really run away?

Question: What should I do if my wife is disobedient?

Answer: Just stir-fry it.

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"Let me go! You rascal!" Kreacher roared with his eyes wide open, struggling desperately to break free from the hand that was tightly clamped on his arm.

However, the opponent's strength was obviously far greater than his, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.

At this moment, Kreacher's heart was filled with anger and annoyance. He cursed this abominable guy secretly, and kept thinking about changing the door lock of his room as soon as possible.

I don't know when that guy named Servi secretly got a key to break into his room so easily.

Thinking of this, Kreacher couldn't help but feel a little scared. If he hadn't been discovered by him today, who knows what terrible things would have happened in the future.

At this moment, the man suddenly moved a little closer, stretched out his tongue and gently licked Kreacher's cheek. Kreacher immediately felt a chill rising from his spine, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Then, the man put his lips close to Kreacher's ear and whispered softly:

"Haha, don't waste your energy. This is just a little magician's trick. But if you really want to change the door lock... Hey, let me tell you, using wire to pick the lock is a skill that every qualified magician must master."

After saying this, he let out a creepy laugh.

At this moment, Kreacher's heart was like a turmoil. Aggrieved, annoyed and regretful were intertwined together, making him almost cry.

He stared with his eyes wide open, looking at the guy in front of him who made him helpless, and kept asking himself in his heart: What was wrong with me at that time, that I was bewitched and accepted the confession of this idiot!

Now, everything has become so difficult. I want to refuse, but I can't find a suitable reason; I want to escape, but I don't even have the slightest chance.

This is really like crying out to heaven and earth for help but no one can help!

At this moment, the man who had given him such a headache came up to him without any tact, and Kreacher was so frightened that he quickly stepped back and shouted in panic: "Don't... not at this time, Servi! The children are still here!"

The thought of being seen by those innocent children in such an embarrassing scene made Kreacher feel as if he were going to die of shame.

However, Servi did not seem to notice Kreacher's embarrassment. Instead, he comforted him with a relaxed look:

"Don't worry, dear. I have already bought the toys and delicious food that the children have been longing for. They are probably playing happily in the hall right now and will definitely not come to disturb us for a while."

After finishing speaking, Servi raised his head slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile that he thought was extremely charming. That smile was as bright as a flower blooming in spring, and as dazzling as the stars twinkling in the night sky.

However, this smile made Kreacher roll his eyes in his heart.

Kreacher looked at Servi with disdain, muttering to himself, "Why is this guy so narcissistic when he laughs? It's unbearable!"

However, at the same time, Kreacher couldn't help but feel touched. It turned out that Servi had remembered all the little things the children mentioned casually before.

"..............." After a moment's silence, Kreacher shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself: "Forget it, although this bastard is annoying sometimes, considering how hard he takes care of the children, it doesn't seem unacceptable to give him a little sweetness."