[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

No. 12, Grimmauld Place, it was hard for Harry to imagine why Malfoy, when he was so sensitive, could still have the strength to start this industry that obviously belonged to the Black family.However, this is also one of the ways to prove one's own strength for the collaborators. Harry is not going to ask in detail. Proper confidentiality is necessary for cooperation.

"This place is much older than your house." Blaise looked at the old and gorgeous Blake's old house, and said to Harry.Harry shrugged: "This is called inheritance."

"Ah, hello, you nasty old thing!" An exclamation came from upstairs, and then there was a burst of noise. A man about 1.8 meters tall jumped out with his heel in his left hand and the handrail in his right hand.

As soon as this person came out, the expressions of the people downstairs became different.Harry's expectant eyes became playful. Behind them were a group of nobles who didn't know whether they were black-faced or rubbed with ashes, and Remus with a troubled face. He knew it would be like this when they met.

To be honest, when the Malfoy family took him to meet his friends, Remus thought that Sirius had been trapped in Malfoy Manor all these years, and the person who kept asking to see his godson really spent ten years in prison. How old is it?

And Sirius' return and position took away the last bit of hesitation in Remus' heart. They should have helped Harry in the first place.

"Kreacher has cleaned up the master." An old and lifeless elf suddenly appeared, and Harry saw that it was still holding a piece of beeswax that had been forcibly taken from somewhere.Looking up, Harry looked at Sirius who was still a little red on his face, and suddenly felt that he was actually not in a hurry.

"Harry." Sirius saw Harry standing in the crowd at a glance, that exquisite child, who combined all the advantages of James and Lily, accelerated his feet, and Sirius hugged Harry without any hesitation. Concerned that he was under everyone's attention at this time.

"Harry." Sirius hugged the 12-year-old Harry like a child, "Happy Birthday, Harry."

"Godfather, I think you need to put me down first." Harry smiled. "We'll have plenty of time to be together later."

Sirius frowned, "Harry, have you been sniffed—"

"Ho cough cough cough cough cough cough." Remus covered his mouth and coughed, Snape looked over suspiciously. "Ahem, I just choked on ashes."

"Okay Sirius, everyone knows you're happy, but we still have to have lunch first, don't we?" Remus took Harry next, thinking of how he and Harry were treated when they first met, Remus felt a little bit Sour.Harry chuckled, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he stood on the ground. His ribs really hurt from the godfather's enthusiasm.

Kreacher and the elves from Malfoy's family handled the lunch perfectly, and three blood slaves came from Harry's house to make everyone at the table get their due care.Sirius, on the other hand, looked at the three blood slaves whose faces were pale and red, but who did not behave like ordinary people, and became vigilant for a while.Harry knew that what Sirius knew about him was only what Malfoy said, and the group of people like Roland must not be the ones that Malfoy would take the initiative to tell.

After a meal, Harry's face changed. Draco looked at his uncle whose table manners were only in appearance but without rules, and prayed silently in his heart.Harry, on the other hand, looked at the food added to his plate again and the smiling Sirius, and for a moment he couldn't tell if he was acting or if he really wanted to do it.He's a wizard, not a witch pig.

When everyone was having dessert, Sirius couldn't bear it anymore. He threw off the tie around his neck, untied his cuffs, and directly picked up the pudding with his hands and bit down.Harry put down the knife and fork in his hand, and his expression was clearly displeased: "Hailey, I want a glass of plum juice."

"Okay master." A girl bowed, turned around and went to the kitchen and brought out a glass of red juice not long after. Draco's face changed, and the faces of people who had seen blood slaves around him also changed, but soon recover.

Harry smiled: "Plum juice is the best way to relieve food and heat, and it is best to drink it with ice, but at this time it is more convenient to use freshly squeezed."

"Harry, we want a cup too." Blaise smiled. "Lunch is too big, and I'm a little sleepy. Just drink some sweet and sour."

"Of course. Hai Ruili, you guys go get it." Harry smiled and slowly pecked at the drink.

"Wait, Harry, you let them do it here." Sirius suddenly said, with some vigilance in his eyes.Harry blinked, "It's so inconvenient here, Godfather."

"Right here." Sirius insisted.Harry nodded, "Just do it in front, don't splash out."

"Yes, master." Hai Ruili bowed, and after a while, they took out a basket of plums and a pestle.

"They actually carry these with them." Draco said in surprise.Harry blinked, "They are only ready for the season. If you ask them to bring out a strawberry at this time, they will probably cry for you."

"Is this a birthday present from Roland?" Draco blinked and said softly.At this time, the three blood slaves had already started to perform, and the plum juice danced in the air in their hands, spinning and falling into the cup. A little sugar was mixed into the plum juice during the dancing, making the red and white blend beautifully.

"Well, I knew this morning that these people are not going back." Harry smiled: "12 years old, twelve blood slaves, this guy Roland never allows others to refuse."

"I think he listens to you quite well." Draco smiled and teased, "Is he going to ask you to reciprocate later?"

"You're so young, what's going on in your head?" Harry took Draco's cup, "That's why he treats me like a friend."

"It's obvious that you think too much. I mean, if you succeed, the cooperation between the magic world and the blood race should be much more convenient." Draco covered his mouth with a cup, and then smiled cunningly.

Harry stared, speaking as if Rolando cared about heirs.

Although it was for the children, the blood slaves made a cup for each of them. Holding the blood-red juice with a hint of sweetness, the few people who were worried that Sirius' existence would affect Harry were relieved. Come.

At the end of lunch, Harry thanked the others briefly, and then sent the others away, and these people also achieved their goals, returning one after another with their own children or other people's children who were used as excuses.Draco winked at Harry before leaving, "You go back to open the presents tonight."

"Okay." Harry smiled, wondering what trick Draco and the others were going to do this time.

The three of the Weasley family were sent back by Snape. The three of them were a little bit stimulated today, but with Snape's high pressure and nearly a day and night of high-consuming activities, it was enough for the three of them to go home immediately. Fall asleep.

After Snape left, Harry looked at the sneering Sirius, and took the initiative to hug him, "Thank you, Godfather. After so long, such a long time, I still can't let you appear openly."

"This is already good." Sirius smiled, much more stable than before, since the mouse was released, and his grievances were ignored, even Harry, Harry could only spend Christmas in St. Mungo's , Sirius now only feels that what he needs to do is to take good care of his godson and compensate him for his dereliction of duty and pain over the years.

"How did I do in today's scene?" Sirius looked at Harry with anticipation in his eyes.

"Very well, I think Aunt Narcissa would be pissed off by you if she was here." Harry chuckled, "However. There is one thing, it's really your own wish that you don't trim your beard."

Sirius' embarrassment made Lupine who was still present laugh out loud.

"Harry, this is the elf from Black House, Kreacher." Sirius changed the subject and called out the old elf.

Harry looked at the messiest elf he'd ever seen, "Why does it look like this?"

"Who knows, it is willing to make itself like this." Sirius pouted, "It is more willing to obey Malfoy's orders than me."

"Is there no reason?" Harry approached the old elf who was muttering silently, and from the first moment he saw this elf, he felt a sense of familiarity, and there was no reason for it.

"Kreacher." Harry called to it, looking at the elf's cloudy eyes, Harry frowned.

"It's as if it's punishing itself."