Chapter 358 Sirius

In the dim warehouse, the house elf held the cup, tears falling down.

"Kreacher! Mom praised me today! I got first place in the exam! Mom said I kept the honor of the Black family! Unfortunately, my brother doesn't seem to be very happy... Why is this?"

"Kreacher, why are you so careless! Fortunately, I learned how to prepare the wound potion! Wait, did you put too much fresh water? Um, can I turn off the fire? I, I remember the preparation was successful in Potions class Did it happen? Why did it fail?"

"Ah! Kreacher, did I hurt you? Huh? Huh! Huh?! Don't cry!"

"Kreacher! Have you heard? The Dark Lord said that he will stop wizards from hiding! The world belongs to pure blood! And, moreover, pure blood should rule Muggles and their descendants! He is really What a great man! I want to join him! How great it would be if wizards could walk freely outside instead of living in the shadow of Muggles! Kreacher, you might be able to walk the streets openly... Moreover, Rule the Muggles! Then those guys with better grades than me will have to obey me obediently in the future? Hehehehe... I can order them not to score higher than me! Then I will be the first place again La!"

"K... Kreacher, brother! Brother! He ran away from home! Mom and dad were very angry and kicked him out of the house! Should I, should I help him secretly... He looks like a Nat If you don't bring any, will you starve to death... How about... Kreacher, please help me... help me put 100 Galleons in his box... No, let's put 50 Galleons... Uh, can't you do it? Then...then we...should be less stuffed?"

"Kreacher, I thought of a way! We can give the Galleons to Uncle Alphard!! He will definitely be willing to help my brother! Kreacher, can you... help me secretly send the Galleons there? I remember my uncle seemed like , a bit, can’t open the pot...ha...ha...ha..."

"Kreacher, Uncle Alphard has been removed from the list! They said he stole the family's things and sold them off! This, how is this possible, that money is mine! Did I do something wrong? You said uncle seemed very happy The way he looks, um... this... I don't particularly understand what he... thinks... there should be no problem, right?"

"Kreacher! I have become a Death Eater! Merlin! I am so excited! The Dark Lord touched my forehead! Merlin! I, I am so excited! Mom and Dad are also very happy! They Everyone said, this is an honor! I will write a letter to tell my brother about this good thing!"

"Um, aha... haha... Kreacher, brother, it seems, he doesn't seem to like me becoming a Death Eater..." (swallowing) "So fierce..."

"Kreacher! Kreacher! The Dark Lord wants a house elf to do something for him! It's a very honorable thing to do. I mean, I recommended you to him. Are you willing, willing to take my place?" Complete the Dark Lord's mission? In that case, it will be an honor that belongs to both of us! Of course, after completing the mission, you can come back! I'll be waiting for you at home! Kreacher, are you willing?"

The house elf cried loudly, "Master Regulus, oooooo... Kreacher is willing to do anything for you... oooooooo..."

It curled up its small body, took out the necklace from under the quilt, and held it in its arms, as if seeing the back of that person through a cold box.

It was a necklace worn on a gold chain. At the bottom of the chain hung a gold locket as big as an egg, with many small emeralds inlaid around it, and a gorgeous "S" in the middle.

Not to mention the value, the weight alone is quite sufficient. This is the legendary Slytherin's pendant.

Kreacher stared at the pendant in his hand with wide eyes until dawn.

The next day, Robert got up early. After doing morning exercises in the yard, he changed his clothes and prepared to make breakfast.

He no longer expected Mr. Black to get up and cook...

However, what he didn't expect was that Blake was sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast.

Fried eggs, fried sausages, fried bacon, fried tomatoes, baked beans, orange marmalade and white bread.

So rich? !

Robert's face was expressionless, so uncle, why did you let me eat canned food on the first day?

Seeing Robert coming down, Blake's hands froze, he looked at the food in front of him, and then at Robert...

" # %＊￥%!" The unknown language spat out from Blake's mouth, and Robert was confused when he heard it.

What kind of weird language is this?

Then, he saw Blake swallowing the food in his mouth desperately.

There was an unnatural bulge in the throat, which then subsided.

Robert swallowed subconsciously, looking like he was working so hard...

"Cough, cough, cough, you choked me to death!" After taking a big mouthful of milk, Blake finally regained his composure. Robert suspected that this guy had used his esophagus as a sewer. With a "gudong" sound, all the food rushed into his stomach.

"Blake...don't get excited, eat slowly..." As if he was afraid that he would misunderstand, Robert said seriously, "I can go out to have breakfast, and I will never compete with you, really!"

Blake stretched out his hand in embarrassment, "Listen to my explanation! This is what Kreacher did! It has nothing to do with me!"

"..." Robert looked shocked, "Black, you actually competed with Kreacher for food!"

"!!!" Blake exploded, "I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!" The three consecutive denials in a panic perfectly expressed how unstable Blake was at this time.

If his group of friends found out about competing for food with house elves, they would laugh out loud!

Especially Snape! ! !

absolute! Can't let him know! this matter!

wrong! I didn't steal the house elves' food at all!

Blake, who felt like he was completely trapped in some unnameable state, had his brain completely shut down.

"Ah, good morning Kreacher." Robert greeted. Except for the house elf's eyes being a little red, there was nothing serious, which reassured him a lot.

"Good morning, Mr. Leslie." Kreacher actually responded, which made Robert a little confused. Hey, what is going on with you?

Then he heard Kreacher mutter, "The young master's brain has not been very good since he was a child. When he grew up, he committed a crime, and it became even worse after that. Oh, poor Kreacher, the young master took away his breakfast." .”

"!!!" Robert looked at Blake in disbelief, wow, uncle, you actually grabbed the food!

Blake, who finally came back to his senses, felt completely unwell, "Kreacher! I didn't steal the food!"

Kreacher saluted, "Okay, Master. I understand, Master."

A little expression of being wronged and pitiful.