"Look at the godson of the loser, what did he bring back?"

Heavy cursing was accompanied by the crunch of the old-fashioned floor.

"Anyone else in this house?" Ron said with surprise.

It couldn't be Sirius's uncle or something.

Everyone looked at Harry in unison.

"It's a house-elf who serves the Black family."

Harry hurriedly explained, "It's called Kreacher." ”

As Harry's voice fell, the cursing stopped outside the door, and the door to the study was pushed open, and a thin, half-human-tall figure entered.

It was a very old house-elf who looked very old, with pale skin full of wrinkles, a bare head without a single hair, two large bat-like ears with a lot of white hair, bloodshot eyes, gray and not a trace of brilliance in sight, his nose was very large and very sharp, almost like an awl, and his voice was as low as a bullfrog.

At the same time that everyone saw the house elves, the other party also saw them.

"Look! What did the godson of the prodigal family bring back! Why did it appear in the old master's study! ”

He emphasized again, his voice full of disgust, but there was not the slightest reaction in his eyes: "A dirty, smelly mudblood, a pure-blooded traitor old scum nasty little cub, and the cowardly grandson of a fierce old lady, and. . . Oh. Oh my God, a venerable Malfoy. ”

This mouth, except for Draco, no one had a good-looking face, and basically scolded everyone in the audience.

"Why would an honorable Malfoy mingle with this group of inconsistencies? Could it be that Malfoy has also fallen? ”

Draco: "."

How should I answer him? Tell him I'm not depraved?

Kreacher walked up to Dadley and looked at him suspiciously, his eyes full of confusion: "What are you?" Why can't Kreacher perceive it? ”

"It doesn't matter what I am, the important thing is that Hermione doesn't smell bad or dirty, plus"

Dudley leaned down slowly, his brass bell-sized eyes staring at Kreacher until fear appeared in the latter's lifeless eyes, and then he spoke slowly, "I don't want to hear the word 'mudblood' a second time, if I hear it a second time in this house, no matter who said it."

"I'm going to tear down the whole house."

The high-level characteristics of magical beast domestication are gradually reflected, and there will be a natural suppression of magical creatures that are weaker than themselves, so that they unconsciously surrender to Dudley, otherwise why do you think Aragog listens to him so much, strength is one thing, and the important thing is this temperament.

Maybe one day he'll become a great druid or an animal trainer.

"No, you can't!"

Kreacher screamed, not the slightest doubt that Dudley was saying.

"So you'd better not let that word appear in this house."

Dudley didn't give Kreacher a chance to speak, and left with the others.

Not long after they left, Kreacher cursed in the study, but the word 'mudblood' never came up again.

He didn't care what the house-elf had been through, but he had to take care of his dirty mouth.

"Harry, is he okay?" Ron pointed to Draco's head, "He doesn't seem to be in his right mind here. ”

Draco slapped his hand away angrily and glared at the other man.

"Yes, Sirius said it was all because of his brother, who joined the Death Eaters at a very young age and was killed by the group for some unknown reason. And his mother became extremely unstable because of excessive sadness, and finally died not long after."

"Plus Sirius himself has been imprisoned for more than ten years, and Kreacher will be like this when he comes back."

"But don't look at Kreacher like that, his cooking is delicious."

Harry, who can be raised with a mouth, says that it is delicious, and it seems that the cooking skills are really good.

"Generally speaking, when the owner is gone, the house-elves will silently clean up the whole house and wait for the owner's return, until the moment they die."

As a member of the historic Malfoy family, Draco taught the others about house-elves: "It has nothing to do with being mentally abnormal, it's something that's engraved in their bones, it's part of the contract." ”

"But there is clearly no sign of cleaning in this house, unless someone tells him to do so."

Before they knew it, they had reached the staircase where Harry had said something bad had happened, and Draco had walked halfway down.

He seemed to be aware of this, and decisively stopped, took out his wand, and waited quietly for the 'bad thing' to come.

However, it was quiet, and nothing happened.

"It's just a false alarm." Draco breathed a sigh of relief, "Maybe it's just Sirius' prank." ”

I haven't heard of anyone putting some weird things in their home.

However, not long after he finished saying this, he saw that on both sides of the stairs, among the blackened portraits due to age, the image of a woman suddenly appeared on one of the largest portraits.

The moment he saw Draco, he erupted in a tooth-souring scream, accompanied by a vicious curse mixed with an unknown dialect (not London).

At this time, the other portraits around were also woken up, and they joined the team of screaming in shock.

The entire house was engulfed in screams and curses.

They'll know what the 'nasty stuff' is.

"Shut up!"

Draco, who was closest to him, felt his head explode, and raised his hand to the portrait to unleash a silence spell.

Nothing worked, but the sound was louder

"Cover your ears, or you might get hurt later."

At the critical moment, it was Dudley who spoke, and he waved his wand at the crowd.

"Auditory occlusion!"

The shrill screams dissipated from my ears in an instant, and the whole world was silent at that moment.

Everyone felt light, but at the same time, they did not forget to follow Dudley's command to cover their ears.

Dudley took a deep breath and shouted into the huge portrait, "Here! I! Quiet! Quiet! One! Under! Good! Is it?!! ”

Word by word came out of his mouth, and the sound formed a substantial ripple, spreading in all directions.

Extremely penetrating.

Penetration here is not an adjective, but a verb.

Suddenly, the glass in the entire corridor shattered, and the glass shards shattered to the ground.

However, this was far from over, and Dudley's last '?' flip-flop was a full minute long.

His lung capacity has always been good.

Until the portraits hanging in the corridor couldn't bear it anymore, they all rolled their eyes and fell down with a thud.

(End of chapter)