From the south of Great Britain, to the northwest of Great Britain, two hundred miles.

They were worried about Harry.

The Death Eaters were far more loyal to their masters than they seemed. At least that's the case with Barty Crouch Jr., who hasn't been seen since he replaced Professor Moody.

Although many in the Order of the Phoenix suspect that the man is not Barty Crouch Jr., whether that person is or not, it is an indisputable fact that there is a servant who is extremely loyal to the mysterious man.

Even if Harry was strong, stronger than most of them.

But in their eyes, he is still a child, just a child who has to stand up and take on these things.

The next day, Tonks and Arthur set off, with Sirius, who disliked the gloomy old Black Mansion and had few fond memories of it, and was a place in his life that could be compared to Azkaban.

Arthur agrees to Sirius' request to let him drive.

Although motorcycles and automobiles are two different words in the roots.

But all Muggle machines are powered by wheels, and cars are nothing more than two more wheels than motorcycles.

Arthur didn't think there was anything wrong, and Sirius swore by it.

They came back in the evening.

It was evident from Hermione's pale face, Tonks' withered and yellowed hair, from the frayed exterior paint, and from the crashed headlights—though Sirius and Arthur were excited.

Of course, the most exciting thing is that Blake is back and they can finally clean up the house.

It's useless to clean up.

Almost everywhere in Black's old mansion there are anti-spells, magic does not work, Molly tries to force it to crack, the price is the damage to a table, which scares the Weasleys enough - medieval table, how much money to pay.

Sirius was unimpressed.

With Blake's crest, he wanted to throw them out.

Harry, after studying, would clean up with Lady Molly.

The dirt in the crevices of the room is okay, and although magic can't directly work on these things, it can still manipulate cleaning tools, and the most troublesome thing is the magical creatures that come out of the nooks and crannies.

Especially foxes.

This magical creature with far more vitality and reproductive ability than cockroaches, they usually live in curtains and cupboards, they do not have a fixed mating period, and they do not have the concept of controlling the population according to the ecological environment.

In a mating, five or six hundred eggs can be born, which usually hatch in two to three weeks, and in half a month, they can grow and mature, and then they can start a new round of egg production.

The old Black House has become a paradise for foxes.

And this creature, small in size, but not less dangerous, their teeth are poisonous, one or two are fine, but if they are bitten by dozens of foxes at the same time, the poison is violent, and it will even threaten life.

Sirius and Lupin have been slow to take over the task of eradicating Kitsunes - Harry hopes that they will collect Kitsune Venom by the way, which is a rare commodity on the market, not because it is precious, but because Kitsune's venom has never been useful.

The little wizards were sent to do the work that was not very hard.

Pick out the things in the room that Sirius didn't like to see.

Take, for example, those things on the walls of the hallway on the second floor.

Hermione frowned, looking at the house-elf heads that were still alive under the preservation of magic: "Oh my God, these things, how could they be. Even house-elves shouldn't be like this. ”

She didn't like house-elves as creatures, they had caused Harry too much trouble.

But after all, this creature has served the Black family, and it is a bit too much to end up like this.

"Dirty mudblood, you don't understand it at all, this is Rong" The old hoarse voice suddenly came from behind them, disdain, contempt, hatred, these emotions were mixed together, forming the tone of this sentence.

I just couldn't finish it.

Harry turned and raised his hand.

Alder!

The blast of air pushed away the creature that said it, slamming it into the wall, and the sound of wood and bones shattering rang out at the same time.

He flicked his wand again.

Shadow Lock!

The nearby space was trivial, and the viscous muddy phantom ripples spread out.

Only then did Hermione and Ron see the creature's appearance—an old house-elf, with only a blackened rag around it, revealing its pale and loose skin folded in layers, its old rickety body staring at an equally old head, a pair of pointed ears hanging limply on its shoulders, no longer hairy on its head, white hairs representing age, rooted and piled out of its ears.

"Black's house-elves?" Harry looked at him and asked.

Kreacher nodded with difficulty.

Sirius and Lupin, who were passively attracted in the foyer, poked their heads out, "What's wrong?" ”

"Oh, Kreacher?" Sirius scoffed, "Harry, what did it do?" ”

"Something not very nice to Hermione." Harry's tone was calm.

Kleeche's mouth was stiff: "Mudbloods are"

Clean up!

Harry waved his wand.

"Grunt," Kreacher's words turned into a series of soap bubbles floating out of his mouth.

"I want you to know something." Harry was gentle, "Now we're guests at Black's House, at the very least, be polite to the guests, okay?" ”

Kreacher struggled, his eyes full of resentment.

"Kreacher! Listen to Harry. Sirius scolded, "From this day forward, he's also the owner of Black's Old House. ”

Kreacher froze, struggled, twisted, and nodded reluctantly.

Clean up.

The same spell struck, and the foam in Kreacher's mouth was emptied.

"So, do you know what to say now?" Harry asked.

Kreacher bowed his head, "I'm sorry, young lady, I shouldn't have said that. After saying this, it restrained itself from holding its head hard, lest it turn aside and say something that should not be said.

"Good." Harry nodded, waved his hand, and dispelled the spell he had cast.

The house-elf gave Harry a frightened look, closed his mouth, and walked away before he opened his mouth to curse, "bastard betrayer", "dirty and disgusting werewolf", "damn half-breed boy", but he didn't dare to curse the word "mudblood" again.

"I'm sorry, Hermione." Sirius apologized, "I didn't discipline it properly. ”

Hermione shook her head, "It doesn't matter. ”

"It's been in my house for a long time." Sirius' face was disgusted, "Like my mother, he's a pure-blooded idiot with a mouth that is more vicious than Snape's. ”

"You still keep it?" Harry asked.

Sirius shook his head, "I wanted to throw him a piece of clothing from the beginning and let him go wherever he wanted, but Dumbledore stopped me and told me not to do it. ”

"Oh, normal, he will always follow up a pair of foxes in his brain on such trivial things, and he will arrange eggs several times." Harry nodded, waved his wand, and the cloth twisted on the ground, turning strips into hands, plucking the elven heads off the walls.

"I'm burying them in the garden?" Harry asked.

Sirius waved his hand: "Whatever, it's best to lose it." ”

He didn't care about any of these things.

"What did that elf want to say?" Hermione watched Sirius and Lupin walk back into the living room, the pungent vix-killer in the air that made her sneeze.

Harry led them downstairs with him, his tone calm: "It's trying to say, it's glory." ”

"Glory?" Hermione was incredulous.

Ron nodded: "Although there are no house-elves in my family, I heard that this is true in other pure-blood families." ”

"Why?" Hermione was incomprehensible.

"This is a creature whose highest mission is to serve its master." Harry pushed open the courtyard door, "Isn't it an honor for them to be able to serve as an ornament to the master's house after death?" ”

Hermione was stunned, then turned her head to look in the direction Kreacher had disappeared.

Harry waved his wand, dug a pit, buried the heads, pulled out a seed, and planted it on it.

"My dad, they're going to love this creature." Hermione suddenly sighed.

Ron looked at her, "Huh? ”

"Don't be paid, work hard, and even contribute the last bit of value to the master after death." Hermione explained simply, "My dad is going to love this creature to death, and he only negotiated with the staff at the hospital last month because of labor matters. ”

Mr. and Mrs. Granger are dentists.

They have their own clinic, which is not large, but there are more than a dozen large and small employees together, making a lot of money and spending a lot of money every month.

Mr. Granger has complained more than once that his employees want easier jobs and more pay.

Hermione didn't agree with her father's claims.

But she can understand how eager her father was for employees who didn't need to be paid.

"Your family even hires people to work!" Ron was shocked.

Hermione gave a brief introduction to the environment of her dentist's office.

Ron was even more shocked: "There are more than a dozen employees in your hospital!" ”

Hermione nodded.

Ron snapped his fingers, counted for a while, and exclaimed in an exclamatory tone: "Hermione, I know your family is rich, but I didn't expect it to be so rich."

He looked at Hermione, the little girl who seemed to be shining with gold, and her whole body radiated the glow of golden gallons.

They continue to clean up.

From time to time, Ron asked if it was the same experience to be so rich in the world of ordinary people as it was to be rich in the wizarding world - even though he was a wizard, he had never been rich.

Hermione answered patiently.

Waiting for almost dinner, Dumbledore came over to eat and beckoned to Hermione and Harry: "Harry, and Hermione, come here, I have something to ask you." ”

Ron followed in their footsteps.

"Ron, I just want to ask both of them." Dumbledore greeted him with a smile.

Ron paused, a little aggrieved.

(End of chapter)