Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

A few days ago.

12 Grimmauld Place, Black Old House.

Sirius lay lazily on the sofa, appearing to be doing nothing, his black curly hair dangled casually.

Compared with more than a month ago, his condition is much better, with a little more flesh on his face, and finally no longer looks like a skeleton just dug out of the grave, but a little thin. Normal person.

His foot is on an elegant and simple coffee table. Every once in a while, Sirius will glance at the palm-sized piece of paper. Apart from some simple lines, it is densely packed black. Point, the few names written in golden ink occasionally move.

This state continued until noon. When house elf Kreacher appeared dragging his body, Sirius' eyes rolled.

Kreacher is holding a dirty rag in his hand. It is hard to say which rag or the rag on his body is cleaner. Maybe this rag is his worn out clothes?

Sirius thought nonchalantly. At this moment, Kreacher moved slowly and step by step to his side. Sirius looked at him from the corner of the eye, watched him jump onto the coffee table, and muttered with a rag: "Wastrel Young Master didn’t know where he learned the bad habit, so he put his feet on it. The hostess usually likes to drink tea here, and he also entertained many equally noble guests..."

" Kreacher, your feet are dirtier than my shoes!" Sirius yelled angrily.

"...How many precious memories it carries, if the hostess knows how sad..."

Sirius' eyebrows jumped wildly, and the elegance between the eyebrows disappeared. Fei, he jumped up all of a sudden, carrying house elf behind his neck—tentatively called the back collar cloth strip, ready to throw him out.

Kreacher did not resist, and was still chattering: "Incomparable to his brother, really take responsibility—"

"Are you talking about Regulus?" Sirius steps paused and said: "He is an idiot. I always thought he was smart enough to protect himself... As a result, he ran to join Death Eater!"

"Master Regulus is not an idiot!" Kreacher Struggling fiercely, his body swayed, looking like a clockwork toy, "He is 10,000 times better than you, he joined Death Eater instead of you..."

"What did you say?" Sirius glared, raised Kreacher up to the level of his sight, "Speak clearly—"

But Kreacher kept struggling. Snot's tears were in a mess, and Sirius threw him on the sofa in disgust.

"I'm telling you, Kreacher! He is an admirer of Voldemort and always has been. Do you know why everyone in the family likes him more? Because he lived as the noble Black they hoped... …"

"I even wrote him a letter to get him to stay away from Voldemort and hide, but in the end, he joined Death Eater as soon as he graduated. My parents must be so happy and finally washed away With my stain, they can tell the outside that there is a brave little hero in the house, isn’t it?" Kreacher lay on the ground, sobbing in a low voice, spouting a series of swear words. "...I don't know how to be ashamed, make muggle friends... dirty, cowardly, smelly..." Sirius said angrily: "Smelly? Then I'll let you try the muggle method and say To be honest, I wanted to do this a long time ago."

He took Kreacher to the bathroom on the second floor, threw him into the bathtub, and unscrewed the faucet with a small snake pattern. It’s dirty, I’ve been in Azkaban for twelve years and I’m not as outrageous as you are!"

Kreacher was pressed by Sirius and cleaned one side from head to toe. He also used wand to make a brush and kept scrubbing. Then, even the dirt in the wrinkles of Kreacher's bald scalp was cleaned up. He triumphantly said: "You should be satisfied at this time? My master is taking care of you..."

1 point later, He began to regret it. The water in the bathtub was like pouring more than a dozen bottles of ink into it, and it gave off a foul smell, "Oh~" He couldn't help nausea, and raised Kreacher's hand inconceivably: "You are Cooking for me with this stuff?"

Sirius opened the stopper of the bathtub and allowed the water to flow. It lasted for half an hour--

Kreacher sat cleanly On the sofa, the skin all over his body was tender and tender, and even the hair in his bat-like ears was as white and fluffy as cotton wool. He looked very uncomfortable, staring at his toes continuously.

Sirius came out of the bathroom, and he took a bath for himself, or else there was a strange smell on his body.

He looked at the taciturn Kreacher with satisfaction, and lay comfortably on the sofa reading comics. This was given to him by the guy named "Felix Haip", saying that he was letting him pass the time. With a lot of Easter chocolate eggs, he picked the ugliest one and gave it to Kreacher.

The afternoon was comfortable enough, even the air was fresher, staying till the afternoon, he took the time to walk out of the old Black house and came to an activity room in Grimmauld Place community.

"Yo, youngster, are you here again today?" said a skinny old man.

"Yes," Sirius said casually. He set up some of the pieces, "Should I go first?"

"Then you should choose white." Old man said.

"Does it matter?" Sirius held a Dark Knight in his hand, and he mumbled: "If only this chess piece could move."

The old man laughed freely. Come up, "You're so funny...but you can't!"

The two played two sets, both with Sirius losing. In the third set, he kept scratching his chin, thinking hard: "I I remember it’s not so difficult. Remus and I can walk up to sixty or seventy steps when we get off..."

An Old Lady carrying a cloth pocket walked into the activity room, looked around, and walked over. Grabbing the old man's ears, "Son and daughter-in-law are back, are you still playing chess here?"

"After this game is finished, this game is finished--" the old man said with a grudge.

So Old Lady sat next to them and watched them play chess. Old man frowned. At this moment, they have reached a critical stage. The two are inextricably killed. Old Lady watched coldly and suddenly said: "old fogey, move Move your queen."

"Yes." In Sirius's stunned expression, the old man used his white queen to eat Sirius' Dark Knight.

"It's not fair!" Sirius said: "You two are one for me!"

Old Lady twitched his lips, "You can ignore him, he is still I taught Yes." However, she didn't speak any more, but the situation was irreversible, and Sirius watched as he was checkmate.

The old man broke the board, "This is not a game, let's play it later." He took the Old Lady and left.

"My son didn't quarrel with the opposite house, did he?"

"No, he also gave a gift. What's a word to say? Change the evil and return to the righteousness... During the past six months, they In the middle of the night, if you don’t believe me, I still listened to a youngster’s suggestion and handed a card. Like the youngster just now, it’s all black hair..."

At the same time, a room gloomy in the run-down hotel.

A sharp voice whispered, his voice as icy as a cold wind: "Go, Stinchcombe, tell Peter... Bring me Harry Potter, I want to live."

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"Oh yes, my master! I am willing to give my life for you!" Barty Jr. Crouch with pale yellow hair said fanatically.

"No, my dear Stinchcombe," the voice behind the chair said, "You have to remember, this is just a dangerous attempt-under Dumbledore's eyelids, you must first save yourself."