Chapter Twenty-Six: The Glory of House-Elves

In just one day, the six wizards who came to help clean up the Blake family's ancestral home had a new impression of Daniel Blake, the heir to the legendary Dark Witch Family.

Needless to say, the warm and cheerful ones are comparable to Gryffindors; Deviant to have Muggle friends, and throw their home to everyone, and run out to play by themselves, not to mention.

But at the end of a busy day's work, in addition to the reward, each wizard actually got a very cute and intimate little dessert, and in addition......

"Dear Molly, I hope you don't mind if I call you that."

Daniel blinked his big blue eyes and smiled, "I remember that your little daughter was only a few years old, and she must have been very beautiful...... However, I've been so busy lately that I really regret not being able to visit this little princess in person. So, this little dress, I hope she can like it...... However, I don't buy much for children's clothes......"

He smiled shy and embarrassed, and gave his gift over with some trepidation, "For the sake of the new friend's face, even if it is not suitable and does not like it very much, please don't mind." ”

Mrs. Weasley was moved to tears.

She has always been a very optimistic witch at heart, although she needs to raise seven children, and the burden of the family often weighs on her, she never complains, and always uses her love to educate every child.

However, sometimes life is not satisfactory, and the embarrassment of her family still makes her often worried and uncomfortable.

Of course, she doesn't feel sorry for herself, but as a mother, when she sees that her lovely little daughter hasn't had a new dress since she was born...... When that beautiful little baby girl could only wear the baby clothes that her brothers had washed and faded from their old clothes, it was needless to say that her heart was sour.

This gift from Mr. Little Black is obviously attentive and considerate to the extreme.

With this in mind alone, Mrs. Weasley would never believe a word of this gentleman's ill words in the future.

She warmly embraced the handsome blue-eyed young man, "Thank you for your kindness, Merlin, of course you are my friend and a friend of the Weasleys, and you are welcome to come to the Burrow when you have time." ”

Daniel patted her lightly on the shoulder, and smiled a little embarrassedly in her arms.

(For a long time, Lucius Malfoy couldn't figure it out: Molly Weasley just went to Daniel's house to be a 'servant' and then completely 'surrendered'?)

It's incredible, he's always thought Daniel had some kind of demagogic little witchcraft, and he also skillfully probed several times himself, but found nothing. ）

The other five wizards also received a very attentive gift, such as a young wizard who loved music, and a magic trumpet who could sing more than 300 songs; There was also an older witch who always said that she was afraid of the cold in winter, and got a tweed coat made of good material; Another wizard who said that he liked to read books in his spare time got a copy of the Encyclopedia of the British Empire......

In short, gifts may not be worth much, but everyone feels valued, and this feeling is difficult to buy with money.

So, as if it was Christmas, they explained the completion of today's work, and after making an appointment for the next time they came to clean up, they left the house happily and happily.

"People are always easily deceived and bought by a little false kindness."

Sherlock, who had been silent all along, looked at the departing figure, leaned next to Dr. Watson, and suddenly said such a sentence.

"What did you say?" Dr. Watson was very pleased to see the kind scene in front of him, but he was suddenly confused by his words and did not know what to say.

The upright military doctor retorted unhappily, "Sherlock, do you have to be suspicious of all the kindness around you?" It's just normal interpersonal interactions. ”

"Normal interpersonal communication is to send each other something worthless, and then say some flattery that you don't believe in but the other party likes to hear, and finally waste each other's precious time...... Okay, okay, I'm not going to talk about it. Sherlock pouted, "Truth is always frowned upon. ”

"So, you just have to say a word or two!" Daniel Black turned around and said helplessly to the curly-haired detective.

"I don't!"

"I only promise you not to speak when you had 'normal interpersonal interactions' with that group of people just now, not now." Sherlock said eloquently.

He completely ignored Daniel, the master, and couldn't wait to enter the house that belonged to the wizard to explore, "What are you still in a daze, quick, come in, let me see what the wizarding world has to offer?" ”

"Sherlock, the master is still here, you are so rude!" Dr. Watson looked at him weakly, but he couldn't hide his curiosity either, "Uh...... MayI？ ”

"Yes, yes, of course, as long as you don't get scared." Daniel smiled and said that he had a strange feeling of 'taking the child to the amusement park'.

"I want you to be as careful as possible." Daniel Black said, "A wizard's home, especially an old house like this, will always have some little traps and little spells, so I asked someone who is also a wizard to clean it up for me, but it was only one day, and it should not be cleaned thoroughly enough." ”

"Of course, we'll be careful." Sherlock replied, but he acted in the opposite direction, like a hound.

Watson smiled embarrassedly at Daniel, and with curiosity, he politely walked into the room with his master.

"What's that?"

Dr. Watson looked around, then pointed curiously to the wall next to the staircase leading to the second floor, where there was a row of striking panels with a row of crumpled house-elf heads glued to them.

But apparently, the military doctor, who had never seen a house-elf, obviously didn't realize the cruelty of this, and he even joked with interest: "What kind of ornament is that, a little weird?" It looks like a humanoid head, but it doesn't look like it, and Sherlock has this hobby, swinging skulls on the shelves or something......"

"Damn, I forgot to tell them to unload this thing and throw it out." Daniel covered his head and wailed, "It's all to blame for McCroft for calling me away, and that troll's leg parachute stand, I didn't throw it, it's all a dark hobby......"

He sighed and smiled reassuringly at Watson, "Don't be scared later." He reminded the other, and then, shouting, "Kreacher! Kreacher! ”

There was a loud pop, and thin, half-man tall, with pale skin full of wrinkles, bat-like ears with a large pile of white hair, and a rag that looked a little clean—Kreacher, the house-elf of the Black family, appeared in front of the fireplace.

He first muttered in a voice that everyone could hear, "The new master of the fool has brought a friend home!" The new owner of the fool actually brought his Muggle friend home! The new owner of the fool actually brought his Muggle friend back to Black's ancestral home! ”

Then, in a normal voice, he bent down respectfully, but his eyes were very contemptuous: "Master, what's the matter?" ”

"What is this?" Dr. Watson almost jumped up as he looked at the house-elf that appeared out of thin air, and he looked at Daniel in shock and asked.

Sherlock, who had been looking around, and was constantly exploring and studying the old house, suddenly ran to the front, and he even stretched out his hand with bright eyes, trying to touch this creature he had never seen before, Kreacher.

"Stop, Kreacher." Daniel drank Kreacher's outstretched finger with a headache, this house-elf who despised Muggles from the bottom of his bones definitely wanted to teach Sherlock a painful lesson, and in the name of 'being attacked by Muggles', he would send people flying or take the opportunity to throw people out of the house......

"Sherlock, calm down, there's a lot of danger here, I don't want you to have an accident, it will make it impossible for me to explain to Mycroft." He turned his head and asked the curly-haired detective who was curious and eager to explore, and then continued with the question.

He pointed to the row of house-elves' head ornaments, and the troll-legged umbrella stand, and said to Kreacher, "Kreacher, throw this, this one out, it's too ugly to put it here." ”

"No!" Kreacher let out a scream, and he cried out in disbelief, "Master, you can't do this!" That is our glory, the glory of the house-elves! When Kreacher died, he had to cut off his head, stick it on the plaque, and put it there. ”

"What, what's that? Is it talking about its own head? Chop off your own head? Did I hear me wrong? Dr. Watson was shocked and said, "God, this is barbaric! ”

"Come on, John, it's nothing unusual. Head decoration is common. ”

Sherlock Holmes said, "Since ancient times, there have been many peoples who have used human heads as ornaments, such as the Indian dry shrinkage of human heads, and many primitive people believed that killing the enemy did not mean eradicating the aftermath, and in order to avoid revenge by the soul of the deceased, the head must be cut off, the internal tissues such as the skull and eyeballs must be peeled off, leaving only the whole scalp, and then, the eyes and mouth are sewn with twine, and they are immersed in tannin-rich herbs and boiled......"

"Stop! Stop! Stop it! Dr. Watson gave a disgusted expression, "I don't want to hear this, thank you." ”

Ignoring the discussion between the two people, the 'master and servant' here also entered the confrontation stage.

Kreacher's tears poured down the sides of his big nose, and he was so sad that he wanted to die at once...... Seriously, that's ugly...... But its grief is clearly very real.

"Master, you can't do that!"

It broke down and cried out in a rough bullfrog voice, "You can't, you can't, you can't......"

Daniel rubbed his temples with a headache, "Kreacher don't cry, Kreacher...... Damn it, I order you to stop crying...... Well, I don't throw it, I don't throw it...... Don't throw away the umbrella stand for that troll's leg either, you can keep it. Still, can you take it out of my sight, it's really hurtful to put it in the foyer......"

With a 'bang', the old house-elf immediately removed the troll-legged umbrella frame.

Never since Daniel inherited the Black family has it been so 'neat'.

After doing this, it quickly appeared in front of everyone, stood up in a proper manner, opened its eyes wide, and asked enthusiastically: "What else does the master need?" Kreacher can do anything. ”

"It's changing so fast." Dr. Watson said subconsciously.

"It's funny and it's contradictory." Sherlock Holmes looked at it with peculiar eyes, and commented thoughtfully: "Obviously very powerful servile, but inexplicably has its own insistence, what are you insisting on?" Interesting ......"

"Kreacher is a good house-elf, and Kreacher sticks to the traditions of the Black family." Kreacher looked up, straightened his chest, and defended the Muggle.

Then, he turned to look at Daniel and said reluctantly, "I...... I also listen to my master. ”

"Including scolding the master for being a fool?" Watson hit the nail on the head.

Kreacher pretended not to hear.

He began to give his enthusiasm enthusiastically, probably because he was afraid that Daniel would change his mind and throw 'the glory of house-elves' out of Black's house.

"Master, master, Kreacher is going to make you tea, what do you want to drink?"

Daniel looked at this 'former and backward' old thing rather speechlessly.

"Alright, alright, I'm afraid you're spitting in my tea......"

(Background: Kreacher doesn't, Kreacher is a good elf.) ）

"Clean up yourself, I don't like to see you sloppy. Then, when you have time, go and tidy up the house......" Daniel commanded.

Then, he turned to Sherlock and Watson and said, "Do you want to start with the study?" I'll help you find some general knowledge books in the wizarding world, at least a little basic, and then study something else? ”

"Okay." Sherlock blinked, and simply agreed.

He agreed so quickly and so well-behaved that Daniel couldn't believe it.

Daniel looked at the other party suspiciously, but finally couldn't see anything, so he had to reluctantly believe that he really didn't have any ideas.