Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 206 Kreacher's Conspiracy
Hermione's face looked extremely ugly. She really didn't expect that she would be treated like this after speaking for Kreacher.

This was like a heavy blow to the young Virgin Mary.

It would be fine if the other party didn't appreciate it, but Kreacher not only didn't appreciate it, but instead launched an unparalleled vicious attack on her, which was a bit frightening.

"But I clearly wanted to help you..."

Tears welled up in the little witch's eyes as she defended herself in a low voice.

"Kreacher wants to quote a Master - Master Sirius."

Kreacher didn't wait for Sirius to say anything, and continued, "Kreacher advises you not to stick your nose into other people's business. What you need to take care of most is yourself."

"He's right," Ron mouthed silently to Harry.

If a Slytherin like Draco had said this, Ron would have cursed him long ago.

But the person who said this happened to be the house-elf of the Black family. Even an open-minded pure-blood family like Ron's did not agree with Hermione's idea of ​​liberating the house-elves.

To put it in other words - you are meddling in too many matters.

God knows how much Mrs. Weasley wants a house-elf to help her share the housework. It is too tiring to take care of so many children.

Perhaps Mrs. Weasley would have an easier time if she had a house-elf to help with the housework.

Vivi sighed and held the crying Hermione in her arms.

"You can't force others to accept your ideas, Hermione." She said softly: "The freedom you understand is nothing more than poison in the eyes of house-elves. In school, we not only need to learn spells, but also learn to give up the plot of helping others and respect the fate of others."

Hermione nodded hesitantly. What Vivi said made some sense, and Hermione was willing to listen.

"Let's eat." Weiwei ruffled her messy hair and said, "We've been busy all day and haven't eaten yet. How about we try Kreacher's cooking? Maybe after tasting it, you will understand why so many wizard families want to adopt a house-elf."

"I have to admit that the chicken legs are delicious." Ron held the chicken legs in both hands and said happily, "I never thought there would be such delicious chicken legs."

"All you know how to do is eat, Ron." Hermione said indignantly, but she did not take her anger out on Ron.

It should be said that Kreacher's craftsmanship is quite good and he is one of the best among the house-elves.

Even Weiwei, who is usually picky about food, ate a little more than usual.

Kreacher was still wiping something with his head down, and no one noticed the gleam of satisfaction that flashed in his eyes.

After dinner, Lupin and Sirius went outside to tidy up the yard, and Ron followed to join in the fun.

Hermione didn't want to face Kreacher, so she followed Ron out of the Black house.

Seeing that everyone had left, Cassandra curled the corner of her mouth and looked at Vivi.

"I never knew you had such a big appetite, Grindelwald." She spread her hands helplessly, "I really hope Pott can afford to feed you."

"I've reminded you before, Cassandra." Vivi looked at Cassandra's flat chest with a half-smile: "Eat more food, so that you can get enough nutrition to grow up."

"Oh, so your meal wasn't in vain," Cassandra retorted. "It seems that Pott likes fatter things, right? Pott?"

Harry's attention was not here at all, and his head suddenly felt a little painful.

God knows how long it has been since he had a headache. Ever since the notebook was destroyed, his head has never hurt again. He has even forgotten what this pain feels like.

Weiwei did not refute Cassandra with words, but just gave her a mysterious smile, and then, in the other's puzzled eyes, reached out and grabbed the shirt and pulled it back -

The shirt was pushed back, showing off Vivi's curves perfectly.

That little waist, only one.

As the saying goes, the King of Chu likes thin waists, and many people in the palace starved to death. Princess Sissi also likes thin waists. Although it didn't cause everyone in the palace to starve to death, people around her did pursue such slender waists and regarded thin waists as beautiful.

As her personal maid, Weiwei naturally has a slim waist.

“What a distorted aesthetic.”

Cassandra said this with disdain, but her eyes were filled with uncontrollable envy.

Her mouth is always hard.

"How did you train like that?" Papi came over with envy and even put his hand around Vivi's waist.

It was almost closed, and Pappy was envious.

"Don't even think about it, Sweetin." Cassandra said with disgust, "Look at yourself, you are the fattest one—"

Pabbi did not refute Cassandra's words, but just sat on the chair and put her chest on the table.

As the saying goes, facts speak louder than words. Cassandra's face suddenly turned pale. She looked at Pabli in shock, and then mechanically turned her head to look out the window.

"Ah, it's lost its color," Pappy muttered.

"Okay, stop singing the same tune." Harry began to use his tangible big hands to control his balance. "You two are teaming up to bully Cassandra—"

"Oh, Harry, I feel bad." Pappy smiled and put her hands behind her back, bent down and looked up at Harry, "You feel bad for Cassandra, right? You feel bad for Cassandra, right? I knew you liked her--"

These words stunned Vivi.

No, which side are you on?

No wonder Cassandra called her a donkey. If I had known, I should have done it myself...

"No, I have a headache."

Harry changed the subject and said that they didn't dare to take this matter too seriously. What if Vivi had a wand and wanted to kill herself?
As he said this, Harry put his hand on the scar on his forehead.

"Headache?"

Weiwei straightened up and asked cautiously, "Is it the scar?"

"Yes." Harry nodded and replied, "I feel a tingling sensation there from time to time. It started when I was having dinner just now. I always have a bad feeling..."

An ominous premonition?
Cassandra turned and looked suspiciously at Harry and then at Vivi.

"Could it be Tom Riddle?" Vivi asked with a frown: "You should know, Harry, if your scar hurts, it means Riddle should be nearby... Think about it, from the time you met Quirrell in the first grade, to the diary in the second grade... As long as it is related to him, it will cause pain in your scar..."

At this point, Weiwei always felt as if he had grasped something, but let it slip away. "That's right." Pappy nodded and said, "Let's think about what caused the pain in his scar."

"Let's use the process of elimination first." Weiwei stood up and paced back and forth a few steps. "First, eliminate the people who have been in Hogwarts all this time, such as Professor Lupin and Mr. Black. You have been in contact with the two of them, and getting along with them has not given you a headache, so the two of them are absolutely safe."

"There are also Hermione and Ron." Vivi continued to rule out: "It is even less likely that the two of them could be Riddle's hosts... and Cassandra and Pappy, it is also impossible..."

"And you." Cassandra suddenly said leisurely: "Think about it, Grindelwald - since you came to the Black Mansion, Harry's head has begun to hurt..."

It would have been better if she hadn't heard Cassandra's words. After hearing them, Vivi suddenly smiled.

"Is it?"

She asked back, walking over to Harry and leaning down to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Feel anything, Harry?" she asked softly.

The beautiful girl's hair cascaded down, and the fragrance of her hair lingered around his nose. Harry hurriedly crossed his legs and denied repeatedly: "No, no -"

"Look, he didn't react." Vivi gave a demonstrative smile.

Cassandra half-closed her eyes and said sarcastically, "Now is not the time for you two to flirt with each other. You should know that Pot's nemesis is in this house..."

"Like I said," Vivi looked up and down the restaurant and said to Cassandra, "There are only two suspects. One is this kitchen, and the other is Kreacher. Think about it. Harry didn't feel a headache either at the door or in Mr. Black's bedroom. Why did he feel this way when he came to the kitchen?"

Cassandra pulled out her wand and pointed it in the air.

"Revelio!"

The spherical magic power quickly spread in all directions, spreading to every corner of the room.

"Did you find anything?" Pabbie asked with concern.

"There is a red figure." Cassandra pointed behind Vivi and said, "It is the size of a house elf. He is holding a meat cleaver in his hand and stabbing at Grindelwald."

As the words fell, a crisp "ding" sound of metal clashing was heard in the room.

"My Shield Charm seems to be in time." Vivi smiled at Cassandra, "But this poor house-elf seems to have been cast under the Imperius Curse."

"Don't harm his life!" Harry said quickly, "Leave him alive. We need to know what happened."

Vivi hooked her fingers, and the old Kreacher floated up from behind her.

In his hand he was holding a meat-cleaving knife that was shining brightly, and one could tell at a glance that it was very sharp.

"Kreacher...needs to complete...the master's orders!"

Kreacher growled.

"Master's order?"

The three people and the ghost looked at each other and asked together: "Which young master are you talking about?"

"There is only... only one master of Kreacher..." Kreacher's eyes were red, and he roared: "That is the honorable Master Regulus Black!"

Regulus?

"Isn't Regulus dead?" Harry frowned and said, "I heard from Phineas some time ago that the godfather is the only male left in the Black family."

However, Kreacher struggled and said, "Master Regulus is still alive! He ordered Kreacher to purify the Black House at all costs—"

Just at this moment, Sirius and Lupin heard the noise inside and rushed back from outside.

"Regulus?" Sirius quickly stepped forward, grabbed Kreacher's collar and roared, "Are you saying Regulus is still alive?! Where is he!?"

"Kreacher can't say it!" Kreacher had a happy smile on his face, "It is Kreacher's greatest honor to die for the last heir of the Black family—"

Hearing this, Sirius's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

No, Kreacher?

What the hell do you mean?
I'm still alive! I'm alive and well! I'm the last descendant of the Black family - even though I've been kicked out of the Black family, my bloodline can't be faked!
But Kreacher was clearly not in good condition, and looked as if he had been under the Imperius Curse.

"Well," Harry said after a moment's silence, "I'll go to school and ask Professor Snape to borrow some truth serum..."

"Still want to borrow?" Sirius said viciously, "We use Snotlout's truth serum because we think highly of him..."

"Godfather." Harry coughed awkwardly twice: "We have already promised Dumbledore that we will not continue to go against Professor Snape."

"Okay..." Sirius said in a long voice, "But I still have reservations. We don't need to borrow from Snotlout..."

"I believe Professor Snape is willing to help, and so is Professor Dumbledore." Harry said to Sirius, and the evil plan in his heart was officially launched.

It's Christmas, so of course the headmaster and Professor Snape have to work overtime together.

Don't think you can have an easy time at school. Voldemort has run to Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and you are still eating and sleeping well? That's too much, isn't it?

"We'll keep an eye on Kreacher here first." Vivi said to Harry, "Don't worry, we won't hurt him. Besides, he's just a house-elf and can't pose any threat to us."

"I still suggest you don't take it lightly," Harry reminded, "Kreacher has lived in this old Black house for a long time. We don't know when he was controlled by Voldemort, but we can be sure that he had plenty of time to turn this old house into a trap."

As soon as the words fell, the whole room suddenly darkened, as if the sun had suddenly set.

"I never thought that you had the potential to be a jinx." Cassandra said in a leisurely tone, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

"Lumos!"

Harry took out his wand and illuminated the entire room.

He threw out several balls of Gublei fairy fire, which floated around the room to serve as lighting.

As a high-level flame that burns forever and does not require any fuel, the Gublai Fairy Fire is the most suitable flame for lighting.

It was at this moment that Kreacher's figure suddenly disappeared in Sirius's hands.

"Be careful!" Sirius and Lupin drew their wands together and prepared for battle!
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(End of this chapter)