HP's Foreign Land

one,

Sirius Black went downstairs to the kitchen. On one side of the straight corridor was a room with a closed door, and on the other side was a mottled wall.One piece of wallpaper is missing in the east and one piece is missing in the west, and the gullies are full of dust. Breathing against the wall can bring out a layer of smoke.

Most of the rooms at 12 Grimmauld Place were permanently sealed off by Sirius. Not only that, he also ordered the next generation not to come in and out at will. The purpose was to protect the former mansion of the Black family to the greatest extent, until Heimdall Sturluson Become the master of No. 12 according to his last wish.

Sirius never thought of protecting the bricks and tiles here before, and since he wrote the new will, his mentality has also changed, from being annoyed before to being ashamed to see people with broken walls and broken bricks.Now is not a good time to renovate, otherwise he would have hired professionals to give 12 Grimmauld Place a new look.

Occasionally, Padfoot's father will worry about the world's worries like a literary youth.

Heimdall Sturlusson... Heimdall Black is actually pretty good too—Mr. Black doesn't feel that it's inconsistent at all, it can't be more harmonious.Well, Heimdall Strulusson Black is all right—Mr. Black's mercifully wild mind.

Sirius wasn't worried that adults who were as rational as himself would ignore his words, even though he didn't want to admit it. Well, a few members of the Order of the Phoenix, headed by Snape, seldom went beyond the scope of their activities. The second floor, let alone some kind of physical damage to the house.What he was worried about was the duo whom he had sternly warned... Another strange but ear-piercing loud noise pierced through No. 12, Grimmauld Place. Sirius closed his eyes. Don't forget to fight against him, the unbearable thing is that they even deprive themselves of the time to make up their own brains!

"Fred Weasley! George Weasley! Don't think I don't know you're up to it," Sirius yelled back upstairs. "Come out obediently and admit your mistakes, I will try to calmly give you a chance to reform." After saying that, an apparition disappeared in place.

The two, who were disgraced by the bombing because of the failure of the new experiment, couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the roar that became clearer and clearer, and they saw the same flinch in each other's eyes.Last time, in order to develop new products, they secretly took a silver jewelry in the cupboard as a model. They didn't steal something, and they would return it after they were finished, but they were stabbed by that mean old Kreacher to their mother... Said When it came to Kreacher, the twins had endless grievances and grief. The old guy was eccentric and cunning, and he lacked friendly emotions by nature. He usually hid in the dark and watched covetously.That time they were severely taught by their mother, just because of their "stealing" behavior, even though they repeatedly assured that they were not stealing, mother still couldn't listen to a single word.

The twins looked at each other with a tacit understanding, bitterness vs bitterness.

Fred was the first to jump up and wave his sleeve vigorously, trying to dispel the smoke that filled the air, and he drew his wand to tidy up the house.It's a pity that this kind of magic is seldom practiced. In addition, he and George never take the initiative to clean up the house. Even if they clean up, they are perfunctory under Molly's pressure. No amount of powerful magic can be used without confidence.

Fred wanted to patch up the wallpaper and floor that had been torn apart by the explosion, and no matter how much he swung his wand, the spell couldn't do what it should.After trying again and again, the room is still a mess, maybe it looks even worse.George, who had given up treatment a long time ago, watched helplessly as his brother made the final struggle. Fred finally threw his hands and fell beside him as expected.

When Sirius rushed in, he saw two black faces. Before he could pose as the head of the family, the chubby Molly entered the room as light as a swallow.Weasley's mother's eloquence made people want to die, the twins jumped up all of a sudden, and were set on the spot by Molly's lion's roar.

Sirius backed back and backed back blankly, then waved his hand lightly, and the door closed quietly in front of him, slightly blocking Molly's terrifying roar.Sirius pretended not to see the twins' eyes calling for help. When his gaze inadvertently swept over the collapsed desk with a broken leg, he resolutely sent a self-seeking look, turned around and left there.

The desk in my memory is a relic of my great-grandfather. Not only is the material used exquisite, but the craftsmanship is even more refined.Sirius may not care about the inheritance of the Black family, but these things will belong to Rieg in the future, and he is obliged to hand them over to Rieg intact.He won't regret the lack of cherishing in the past, he just regrets that he didn't protect the property of the Black family after making a new will.

In Padfoot's mind, these things—all of them, number 12 included—were Rigg's, and he was the custodian.

two,

Dodoma stood in the dirty vestibule for a long time after his arrival at 12 Grimmauld Place, during which no wizard, nor the house-elf, noticed him.Dodoma dared to swear in the name of his great-great-great-grandmother who had served the wife of the third patriarch and was honored to be buried with her after her death. During the period of waiting at the door, Dodoma sensed more than once The existence of the house-elves, the result is still no discovery of it.

Vigilance is too poor!

Dodoma raised his sparse eyebrows critically, in exactly the same way as his difficult master.

Dodoma set aside his decision to greet politely, walked in and quickly found the kitchen with years of experience serving large families.

The kitchen is also messy, look at the dishes, look at the meat, and the dirty dishes in the sink, my great-great-great-grandmother, the floor hasn't been wiped for days!

Dodoma resisted all kinds of stimuli that made his heart pounding and breathless, and forced himself to look at a certain point to release his tense emotions. As a result, the dishes and dishes in the open cupboard were randomly arranged... it had to use even greater strength to stop it. Don't meddle in your own business.Although it is a representative of advanced elves who receive wages and vacations, they cannot overcome the inherent "no fun" instinct of house elves, in other words, they are born to work hard.

Dodoma took a deep breath, and walked to the fireplace in the kitchen, where a house-elf was preparing lunch.Dodoma immediately reflected deeply, because it was too emotional to notice that there were other living things in the kitchen...

As an elf of the Sturlusson family, Dodoma has always paid attention to etiquette. The elves of the Sturlusson family have served the family for generations and have been told since childhood that they are an indispensable part of the family.Of course, not every master likes to abide by this set of family rules that are regarded as "deviant" in the wizarding world, and many of Dodoma's friends have suffered a lot - just like the Blake who takes masochism as the ultimate glory The Kreacher of the family—Dodoma reminds himself of his good luck all the time, and he does his best to serve the family, the patriarch, and the master all the time.

Because standing behind them is the Sturluson family, one of the representatives of the family. In fact, house elves have more delicate and fragile emotions than humans. Unfortunately, few wizards have noticed or are willing to pay attention to and agree with this.

It has been standing here for more than 5 minutes. After Dodoma came to his senses, the elf who was busy in front of the fireplace still didn't look back at him.

Vigilance is too poor!

Dodoma adjusted the small bow tie on his chest, trying to make a decent impression on the other party, when a long and melodious hiccup suddenly came from his ear.

Dodoma was taken aback.

Then the busy elf wobbled strangely, as if he couldn't stand still, and under the surprised gaze of Dodoma, he wobbled and turned around as if he had been petrified above his ankle, and then there was another hiccup, The heavy smell of bad butterbeer gushes out.

is it drunk? !

Dodoma first saw misty water and lingering pain from those surprisingly large but strangely distracted eyes. The tomato-like nose was round and bright, with a sparkling snot hanging below it.

Within half a minute, Dodoma had a new judgment: butter beer addiction.

It's too bad, too bad, Dodoma shook his head, there was no cure for the house-elf's butterbeer addiction, and even the best healer couldn't do anything about it.

Dodoma looked at each other with a little more sympathy in his eyes. House elves are usually self-disciplined. Suffering from butter beer dependence shows that this elf colleague in front of him has a past that cannot be recalled.Dodoma thought for another half a minute. He didn't try to wake up the other party, nor did he try to take away the other party's butter beer. While the other party ignorantly avoided talking to himself, crying, and screaming, he stepped forward to pick him up as if nothing had happened. Pass the work in the hands of the other party.

Great-great-great-grandmother, it seems to smell burnt... No way, who made it a strict house-elf.

three,

Sirius happily sat down at the long dining table, once again pretending not to see Molly's scolding him for being lazy, isn't there a house elf? If that's the case, why did he do it himself?

Sirius Black may have been more progressive in his thinking, less concerned with class divisions, and friendships and associations with Muggle-borns or half-blood wizards, but some of his ideas were downright aristocratic , It's like stretching out his hand to open his mouth and waiting for the details of life. He didn't think about what's wrong with it, let alone overthrow it all. He was even willing to enjoy the privilege forever if conditions allowed.

The biggest difference between Sirius Black and most descendants of nobles who are committed to protecting their rights and interests is that he is willing to accept changes, and will not blame others for losing them, or point the finger at the root of all changes.

In fact, most wizards in the wizarding world don't think it's wrong to "use house elves to serve themselves". In this regard alone, nobility has nothing to do with it.

Closer to home.

Papafoot took out the letter Heimdall sent him again, read the contents of the letter carefully, folded it carefully, and put it in his pocket.Do it again within 1 minute, and start again and again until Molly announces that dinner is served.

Sirius picked up the spoon and took a sip of the broth, his eyes lit up, "Molly, are you finally willing to change the recipe?"

"My recipe is fine, you should be honored, that's when I—"

"Great-grandmother left it, I know, you've said it many times, your ears are getting callused," Sirius interrupted the aggressive red-haired woman. "Actually, I've always wanted to say that the recipes left by my great-grandmother may not be suitable for the tastes of the next generation. The traditional diet that our family originally advocated is also claimed to be passed down from our ancestors." Sirius rolled his eyes, "The taste will never be forgotten."

"Is this the real reason why you ran away from home in the first place?" A sarcasm full of ridicule sounded from the left hand side, Sirius's face sank, he caught Molly's worried eyes, suppressed his anger, laughed dryly, and didn't look at the source of the sound The last time he glanced, he was afraid that Snape's pale old face would spark more anger.

Sirius took a deep breath and said to Molly, "It tastes very good. I'm not afraid of offending your great-grandmother. It's better than the original one."

"I'm so sorry I gave you a bad meal." Molly said angrily. "But I didn't cook today's meal. Remember, I packed my things upstairs, and it's because of you calling in my ears countless times that the interior of Grimmauld Place is getting worse and worse. Merlin, this is not my home , you are not my son, why should I clean up the house for you?!"

"Don't say that, I'm afraid Arthur will challenge me to a duel." Sirius pulled out a smirk.

Realizing that she was being taken advantage of, Molly was annoyed and amused.

"Where are the little ones?" I didn't see the group of youngsters early in the morning, except for the two experimental madmen who caused troubles all day long.

"Going out." Molly said lightly. "Don't worry, there is no danger, Arthur will follow."

"They go..."

Molly's exclamation interrupted Sirius' question, "Oh my god, what's wrong?!"

"Who cooked the meal today?" Sirius suddenly became alert.

"Sparkling."

"...the one with Dobby?" Sirius hesitated.

Molly spread her hands, "I don't think it's in good spirits. I suggest it stay in the kitchen and work. If it accidentally smashes the flowers and plants in Black's house, I'm afraid a wizard named Sirius will be furious."

Sirius rubbed his nose. When Percy came here the day before yesterday, he accidentally stepped on a section of the stairs and collapsed. He only said a few words—well, maybe more than a few words. This woman really holds a grudge.

Dobby, who originally worked at Hogwarts, was recommended by Professor Dumbledore to work as a part-time worker at 12 Grimmauld Place, the kind of salary, and a woman who was said to be Dobby's girlfriend was also recommended. Little Elf Winky, Sirius couldn't afford the fee, so he let them stay with a big wave of his hand.

The wizards at the long table heard a sharp choking sound, and their expressions became uneasy.

Damn it, it's that crybaby named Winky.

Sirius made a decisive decision, "Dobby, take your girlfriend away, we don't blame it for negligence, thank you."

The crying sound suddenly amplified, high-pitched and piercing, oppressing everyone's nerves.

My Merlin, Sirius thought that Merlin must be very busy today.

When the crying disappeared, Molly stared and said, "Is it as comforting as you?"

Sirius shrugged, "I just want it to realize where it went wrong. In order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, you must know that house elves are quick to admit their mistakes, but they rarely really say exactly what they did wrong."

Molly rolled her eyes unceremoniously, "The nobleman's self-righteousness."

"Don't be so cynical, Molly, that's my 'privilege'." Sirius laughed to himself.

When their dinner came, Sirius and his friends were stunned - including Molly.

"It's definitely not..." Sirius asked Molly on the opposite side. "What's the elf's name?"

"Xinxi, I advise you to recite it a hundred times."

Sirius waved his hand disapprovingly, "I just need to remember to pay." He continued, "It's definitely not Winky's doing."

They have seen the shiny craftsmanship, the taste is good and the appearance is passable, but it is another matter to put the food on the plate in a unique shape, not to mention that the accuracy of the shape seems to be measured with a ruler, and every serving is exactly the same. .

Molly is also confused, who is it if it's not Winky?

"Could it be Kreacher?" Molly asked.

Sirius said vaguely, "It's thankful that he is willing to cook for me."

"I'm sorry, Dodoma used the food and utensils in the kitchen without permission." The figure did not appear, but the voice came to their ears.

"How many horses?" Molly blinked.

Sirius was the first to call out in surprise, "Rommel's house elf!"

"Yes, it is Dodoma, Master Black."

"Of course I remember you, I'm glad to see you here." Sirius said again.

"Dodoma arrived ahead of time, thank you Master Black for allowing Dodoma to stay here."

"Your master..."

"Master Rig, Master Victor, and little master, they will arrive in England tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Sirius was overjoyed, and turned his head to share his joy, "Did you hear that, they will come tomorrow..." Oh, why is Snape so greasy, Sirius corrected his mistake and quickly turned to another On one side, "Rig..."

"It's coming tomorrow. I heard it. Why do you have to repeat it so many times? Your ears are not working well, but it doesn't mean that everyone else is the same."

Sirius was troubled, "Why are you here?" Where did Lupine go?Um?Why sit so far away?

The werewolf gave him a good-natured smile, but unfortunately it did nothing to calm Sirius' smoldering anger.

Lucius raised the glass and shook it, and gave the other party a condescending look that was not as familiar as yours. Sirius turned to stare at the mellow liquid shaking in the goblet.

"Where did you get this wine?" Sirius asked blankly.

"I don't know. Dobby found it for me. Although it betrayed the Malfoy family, it is still nostalgic. I didn't expect that the Black family still had a good stock. I thought you had already thrown away all the 'irrelevant' things. .” Lucius sipped with enjoyment in front of Sirius.

"This is not for you!" Sirius frantically said.

This is a high-end wine that he worked so hard to get. In order to please Rommel, heck, to get closer to Rommel Sturluson, there are only a few bottles in total. Damn Malfoy, damn little Elf!

Lucius said in surprise, "Salazar, you know the value of wine?"

What about Parselmouth Slytherins? !

The sneer that made him extremely uncomfortable came from Severus Snape, who had always remained silent but had a strong sense of presence on the other side.

Can you still eat happily?

Snape was mean on the left, and Malfoy was arrogant on the right. He was actually surrounded by Slytherin. Papapapa was not well.

"Forgive Dodoma for speaking bluntly," the elf of the Struluson family suddenly broke the silence. "The overall environment of Black's old house is not very good." Its sight is from the oil-stained table to the patterned floor tiles covered by dirt, and then up to the dark and black wall, and the white spider wrapped in the high hanging overhead. Silk drying things... As for what it is, Dodoma doesn't want to figure it out for the time being.

It goes on to say, "Pretty bad!"

four,

Dodoma observation records, the contents are as follows——

dearest master,

Dodoma followed your instructions and arrived at No. 12, Grimmauld Place ahead of schedule. Master Black was very friendly to Dodoma, and Master Black did not interfere with Dodoma's work.Forgive Dodoma for making wild guesses. Mr. Black seems to be happy for Dodoma to take over the job of cooking. Also, please forgive Dodoma for not agreeing with the job of the elf colleague. The elf who was in charge of cooking seems not to adapt to the new working environment. .

Master, Dodoma has taken over the cooking duties, I hope this will not offend you, work is what elves live on.

Dodoma met Master Malfoy and Master Snape here, and Master Snape asked a lot about Master Rig and the young master.Dodoma told the truth.

My most respected master, after half a day of observation by Dodoma, the environment at No. 12 Grimmauld Place is not suitable for living. As a serious and responsible elf, Dodoma suggested that Master Rigg find another residence, located in Stulupine, Scotland An old house is the best choice.

Perhaps Dodoma can do something to improve the circumstances of 12 Grimmauld Place, with the permission of Lord Black, and yes, the sympathetic Kreacher of the Black family.