Chapter 623 The familiar clay pot

"Watch me shoot!" The boy playing the chaser kicked the soup pot towards the tent door that was used as the goal. The boy playing the goalkeeper stopped it with quick hands and eyes, and kicked it to the batter on the side. However, he was chased by a chaser on the way. The golfer girl kicked the ball, and the kettle flew up high, hitting a luxurious-looking tent next to it like a cannonball.

There seemed to be a protective spell outside the tent. When the soup pot hit the tent, there was a soft sound, and the originally weak soup pot shattered into countless pieces in mid-air.

The children looked at each other.

"Run!" a child shouted, turned around and ran away, and other children followed suit, leaving only a dying fairy on the ground.

When the wizard in the tent came out to check, he only saw a dead fairy body.

"Did someone throw something at my tent just now?" the wizard asked behind him.

An old house elf said shakily, "Six young masters and ladies just kicked the can down the road here."

"Jar?" The wizard looked at the house elf in confusion, "What's so good about a jar?"

The house elf bent down, trembling so hard that he couldn't say a word.

The wizard cursed angrily, "You don't know such a trivial matter, why should I keep you?"

As he spoke, he took out his wand, as if he wanted to cast some kind of spell. The house elf's eyes widened in horror, as if he had accepted his fate.

"Barry, what are you doing?" Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice sounded. The wizard stopped what he was doing and turned around to see a middle-aged handsome man standing not far behind him. There was also a middle-aged man with a pale face and a gentle temperament, and an old house elf.

The wizard known as Barry hesitated and took back the wand in his hand, but his expression was not very good, "Oh, it's you, Black."

The visitors were none other than Sirius, Lupin and Kreacher, the Black elf.

Sirius' expression was serious, "What are you doing to this poor little guy? I remember that the "House Elf Employment Regulations" mentioned that house elves are not allowed to be beaten or scolded at will."

"Well, um... I'm just telling it some rules." Barry said a little uneasily, "Someone is... attacking me outside my tent, so I'm asking my house elves to pay attention to this situation."

"Attack you outside your tent?" Sirius looked at him puzzled, "Who is so brave?"

Barry looked at the ceramic shards scattered on the ground next to the tent.

Sirius said helplessly, "It's probably just a misunderstanding. Someone accidentally broke the jar when he walked by."

Barry heard the words and echoed, "That's definitely what it's like."

"It's good that you understand." Sirius nodded and said happily, "In this case, it is not the house elf's fault, and you should not punish it anymore."

Barry nodded in panic, and after a confession, he took his house elf and ran back to the tent.

Sirius couldn't help but shake his head, "Why do some people always like to beat and scold house elves, as if it is an honor?"

"It would be nice if the young master could understand Kreacher's mood." Kreacher said in a thoughtful voice, "But the young master only cares about those coquettish bitches outside and doesn't care about Kreacher at all. Hey, you can't blame the young master for this. After all, poor Kreacher is already old and no longer as energetic as those young elves."

"???" Sirius looked at it with a confused expression, then realized and couldn't help but jump, "Kreacher, you are complaining about me again!"

"I don't, Master."

"You are!" Sirius shouted, "You are definitely complaining about me!"

Kreacher sighed and said helplessly, "Master, if you think it's there, then it's there. What can Kreacher do? It's just a poor house elf."

"How pitiful are you!" Sirius was so angry that his face turned red and he almost went crazy.

Lu Ping couldn't help lowering his head and raising the corners of his mouth. These two guys were like a pair of enemies, always having endless quarrels.

"Speaking of which, young master, don't you need to take a look at this soup pot?" Kreacher suddenly walked towards the clay pots scattered on the ground. He, who had considerable accomplishments in cooking, could tell at a glance that this was a soup pot. "This thing I It looks a bit familiar."

"It should be a clay pot that someone made casually." Sirius said nonchalantly, "Isn't this thing very popular for a while? It's called...handmade pottery? Although I don't know what's so interesting about this thing."

Kreacher looked helplessly at his young master and snapped his fingers. The clay pot on the ground slowly returned to its original shape, turning into a spherical, fat pot.

Lupine frowned when he saw the jar. Don't tell me, he also felt that this thing looked familiar, so he tugged at Sirius and said, "I also feel that this looks familiar, like, where did I see it?" I’ve been there, it’s the same as someone who made it with their own hands…”

Sirius didn't care much at first, but when he heard what Lupine said, his eyes lit up, and the fire of gossip burned in his chest. He immediately shouted excitedly, "Who, who did it? Which girl? Is it for? You did it?"

Lu Ping's expression froze, as if he had thought of something, he coughed awkwardly and said, "No, I don't remember either..."

Sirius gave a meaningful expression.

Kreacher looked at his smile and whispered, "The young master's smile is really scary. Kreacher only felt a chill on his back."

Lupine had a smile in his eyes, "Look! Even Kreacher thinks you're overthinking it!"

Sirius glared at his house elf fiercely and asked angrily, "Are you from my family or the Lupin family?"

Kreacher bowed calmly, "Kreacher is the house elf of the Black family."

Sirius grunted and made a provocative expression towards Lupine, feeling very happy in his heart.

"Because of this," Kreacher continued, "Kreacher has the obligation to guide the young master on how to be a true pure-blood wizard, instead of thinking about other things."

"Huh?" Sirius's eyes were filled with resentment, like that of an abandoned harem, "I don't think a real pure-blood wizard has anything to learn!"

Kreacher said calmly, "For example, looking for a new mistress for the Black family. If the young master becomes the last generation of the Black family, then Kreacher doesn't know how to explain to the mistress in the portrait. ah……"

Sirius's words stopped suddenly, and his whole face turned into a red-hot crab shell. Lupine couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing.