The little life of a platinum darling

The once prosperous Black family is no longer what it used to be.Only Sirius remained in the direct line of the family, and there were only a few women who were closer to the direct line of blood, and all of them were married.The entire ancestral house is covered with thick dust and traces of dirt from the outside to the inside.The only house-elf left was an old elf who was so old that tufts of white hairs were sprouting from the inside of his ears, and his movements were no longer flexible enough.He appeared in front of Sirius with a "poof" the moment Sirius entered the mansion.

"Yes... the little master Sirius is back? Kreacher is serving the little master Sirius.... The annoying little master Sirius, he hurt the mistress' heart severely and did rebellious things, why are you still doing it now?" Have the face to come back? But the old Kreacher still has to serve him... Kreacher is the mistress' elf, what will the mistress think when she sees this..." Kreacher bowed respectfully to him , then lowered his head and began to talk to himself naturally with a "whispering mutter" just enough for people to hear.

Sirius felt the corners of his mouth twitching for a moment. Sure enough, Kreacher has always been like this... He shouldn't expect any changes here like other places... Thinking that he still has to endure this life, he can't get rid of it for the time being. The only house-elf left in the Black family, he didn't know how long it took, he felt a darkness in front of him: "Go and do your business, I don't need your service here yet."

Kreacher bowed respectfully to him again: "Master Sirius said that he doesn't need Kreacher's service... How could he have the face to go back to Black's ancestral house, a place he has defiled..." Then it was like when he came The same disappeared.

Hmm...Maybe Sev has a good solution to Kreacher's problem?I remember that when Sif came to this mansion several times in the previous life, Kreacher always seldom appeared, and even if he did, he would leave soon.And in this life, he saw with his own eyes that even Dumbledore's phoenix, which showed off those turkey-like feathers all day long, obediently did not dare to look up when it saw Sif.When sending Dumbledore's note to Sev, he always dropped the sheepskin he was holding in his paws and left immediately as if his butt was on fire.

He looked at the end of the passage, the delicately framed portrait in a dark frame on the wall next to the living room, "Mother..." Sighed, he decided to walk up to his mother who was glaring at him. Mrs. Black's skin looked very pale against the black background beside her. At this time, she didn't know whether it was sadness or anger, her eyes were red and red. She took a few deep breaths, before Sirius stepped into the range of her portrait within one meter. , calling out: "Kreacher!"

"Kreacher serves Mistress!" The old house-elf came out very fast this time, as if he had been waiting around.

"Get this traitor out of me!" she ordered to the house-elf who appeared in front of her.

Kreacher looked very embarrassed: "Kreacher can't do this...Kreacher can't complete the mistress's order...Kreacher is not a good elf...Kreacher wants to complete the mistress's order...but he can't..."

"Enough, Kreacher! I'm your only master now! Get out of here." Sirius growled at the emotional house-elf, and stared at it until it disappeared in place.

"I didn't come back to listen to your cursing, and I will not make useless confessions in front of you. But if it is not for the continuation of Black's blood, I will not come back. So don't worry." He said briefly to the mother in the portrait Expressed what he wanted to say, and then pulled the curtain in front of the portrait.

"Nizi! Nizi!" On the way to the living room, he heard a somewhat dull shout behind him, which was separated by the curtain.

Maybe he really owed too many people these years, but many things are irreparable now.After so long, he also knows what he should do. He has no intention of making useless remedies, so he can only do his best so that he will not owe more people...

Black's old house is still the same as it was in memory, dark and depressing.The heads of house elves in various shapes are hung on the walls of the passage, and black magic items used as decorations can be seen everywhere-but now they have lost their magic power and can only exist as decorations.As expected of Blake's surname, the whole house feels dark and dull.The furniture and white are in the same dark tone, and even the walls are covered with black and gold patterned wallpaper.

He pushed open the hall door and stepped in.The dilapidated scene in the hall, at a glance, although the things inside are not broken, at least they are covered with layers of white plaster.The brightest chandelier in my memory has been missing in some places, falling on the ceiling, looking gray.

"Sev would be distressed if he saw these useless magic items... He seems to be particularly fascinated by black magic..." Sirius bent down and patted the living room, which was already covered with thick cloth, while thinking in his heart. A layer of gray black sofa, and then sat on it: "Kreacher, come out."

Kreacher appeared in front of him: "Kreacher listens to the orders of the little master Sirius... The annoying little master Sirius, he sat in the mistress' favorite place, and the Xie who broke the mistress' heart Little master Reese... what will the mistress think when she finds out?" He said, still standing there respectfully.

"As your master, I order you to clean out my room." Remembering that in his last life, he didn't order this little elf very much.One is that it is indeed too old, and it is far less flexible in doing things than the young elves, and the other is that it does not want to do things for Sirius, so it deliberately slows down the speed that is already slow enough, so that most of the cleaning It was all done by Molly Weasley, so he didn't really expect to be able to sleep in this house today, but he still added: "Before night falls tonight."

Kreacher took the order, and went there respectfully: "Kreacher serves young master Sirius... The annoying little master Sirius, who ruined the noble Black family, but still doesn't repent, Kreacher has to do it for him Serve, so what will the hostess think if she sees it?"

Sirius rubbed his painful temples to calm himself down.He should have gotten used to this elf after so long, how could he have spent a year facing it in his last life.

There was nothing in the living room, and Sirius, who had been sitting on the sofa for a long time, felt a little idle.

Perhaps, go to Regulus' room and take a look?This younger brother, in fact, had always been very clingy to him before, but since he was assigned to Gryffindor, he began to alienate him.It was his own departure that put a heavy burden on his shoulders that did not belong to him.

Regulus' room was on the third floor, which happened to be the one with the longest straight-line distance from his own room.In front of the solid wood door is a famous sign: Regulus A·B.There seemed to be some words engraved on the side, but the traces were too shallow, and Sirius stared at the place carefully for a long time but couldn't tell what the words were.

He finally gave up on spending time on these words, and pushed open the door of the room.

The room looked unusually neat and clean.The large floor-to-ceiling windows were completely covered by black curtains, so the light was very dark.Next to the floor-to-ceiling windows was a small desk with all the tools on it, and the quill was still inserted in the ink bottle, as if it was being used by only one person.There were some newspaper clippings pushed beside the bed, and at first glance it seemed they were all about the Dark Lord.Yes, all the Slytherins at that time adored the Dark Lord, including Severus, who had a slumped face every day.Regulus was no exception.

"A member of the Black family?" A male voice that made people feel elegant at first hearing came from the place on the other side of the bed that was covered by dark green curtains. Sirius was startled, and took it out of his robe reflexively. I aimed my new wand at that spot.

"Who?!"

"Hehehe...don't be nervous, I don't mean anything malicious..." The man behind the curtain came out from the other side of the bed: "Look, I'm not holding a magic wand, we can get along peacefully, can't we?"