Chapter 685 Kreacher, you don't want the house to be sold, do you?
Hermione's outlook was shattered. Before today, she had tried her best to imagine how wizards enslaved and exploited house elves. But when she truly understood how the pure-blood wizard family treated their domestic elves,
When she saw the elves, she was shocked to find that she had thought too well of the elves' situation!
In Hermione's original conjecture, the house elves must have been forced to work overtime by wizards, and it was estimated that the five social insurances and one housing fund and labor laws could not be guaranteed. But it was not true, this was not a problem of overtime and the lack of five insurances and one housing fund.
, this is the kind of slavery that American plantation owners in the 19th century were ashamed of!
To say that slavery is a promotion to wizards, but the treatment of house elves is worse than that of slaves!
"This, this -" Hermione looked at the row of heads, her face turned pale, and she was completely speechless. Finally, two lines of tears flowed from her beautiful eyes and dripped on the ground.
Sirius sighed and said to Hermione: "They are voluntary -"
"Voluntary?" Hermione interrupted angrily before Sirius finished speaking. She had never been so angry. Now there was a faint roar of blood in Hermione's ears, and the large blood vessels in her temples were jumping.
Jumping, "You are telling me this... all living beings are beheaded voluntarily?! Are you kidding me!"
Tom came over, held her hand, held the angry Hermione in his arms, and asked her to calm down.
"They are indeed voluntary." But Tom's words made Hermione furious.
She turned her head and looked at Tom in disbelief. She knew that Tom would not lie to her at this time. When he said he was willing, he really meant volunteering, not being forced.
Hermione imagined an old and disfigured house elf lying on a dirty bed, holding a wizard's hand and begging him or her to chop off his or her head...
She shivered.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask Kreacher." Sirius was also startled by Hermione's reaction. Now that he had recovered, he only felt a little aggrieved: These are all done by my annoying aunt, you yelled at me
What? Is this what I want? Is it fun to watch a row of heads grow?
Kreacher didn't know when he also came to this wall.
"Kreacher will become part of this place, and it is Kreacher's honor." It whispered creepy words. From its sincere, pious expression, Hermione could hardly think that it was lying.
"This is brainwashing..." Hermione was shocked by Kreacher's words. She was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted, "It has not received the correct education since birth, and the wizards have distorted it-"
"No." It was Kreacher again. It refuted Hermione with its deep voice. It told the little witch with a firm voice that no one had brainwashed it and that its choices were all voluntary.
Only house elves who have dedicated themselves to the Black family can be worshiped here!
Hermione fell silent.
After a long silence, she looked at Kreacher and asked very seriously: "So you voluntarily accept a life without salary, no holidays, and even no clothes?"
"Of course!" Kreacher looked at Hermione with an idiot look, feeling as if she was saying something stupid.
"Then what kind of life do you want to live, or what is your ideal life like?" Hermione changed her perspective. She was really curious about the house elves now, and she couldn't wait to learn about them.
heart.
"Protect the ancient and sacred Black family, protect this great and pure mansion, serve the good young master, and prevent dirty guys like you from setting foot in and changing everything here!"
Hermione:......
She thought she would become the liberator of the house elves, but she never imagined that she would become a thorn in its side and a thorn in its flesh.
In front of this distorted world view, Hermione retreated. She closed her mouth and looked at the poor creature in front of her with pity, feeling depressed.
Sensing Hermione's strangeness, Tom hugged her harder, hoping to make her feel better with his warm embrace. After feeling her boyfriend's kindness, Hermione responded positively and shrank into Tom's arms.
Shrink so that he can hold her tighter.
Lupine looked at the two people handing out dog food, rolled his eyes, and looked away. He was a werewolf, but he didn't like eating dog food.
As for Sirius, he didn't feel much about the actions of Tom and Hermione. He cared more about Kreacher's words. Seeing Kreacher shut his mouth, he looked at Kreacher and mocked lightly: "Guarding this place? I originally
When I came back, I didn’t see that this place was being maintained. What did you protect?"
Kreacher bowed and looked down at his toes: "Old Kreacher's mistress is dead and the young master has been sent to Azkaban. No one can give orders to Kreacher... The mistress's last order
He wants to stay here and do what he wants to do, but old Kreacher has nothing to do... He just wants to stay here and not let strange people invade and occupy this place."
A sour taste lingered in the hearts of everyone. To the Black family, Kreacher was either a useful minion or an eyesore. But to Kreacher, the Black family, this mansion and the people inside it or
Loveable or hateful people are the whole meaning of its life.
It was so pure that after the mistress died, it didn't even know what to do.
If Mrs. Black's order before her death was to "maintain everything here," then when Sirius comes back, maybe this place will be spotless. But obviously, not even Sirius's mother had the extravagant expectation that this place would be spotless.
Someone came back. Because the Black family was extinct: Sirius was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.
The life sentence in Azkaban is a real life sentence. There is no commutation or medical parole. In terms of parole, the punishment is much greater than those in the non-magical world.
In the non-magic world, as long as you are not determined to die, you will basically not die. Suspension of death becomes indefinite, and indefinite becomes fixed. In the end, there are many people who are released after being locked up for more than ten or twenty years. It is no wonder that some countries like to give prisoners a few sentences.
A sentence of one hundred years - you can commute it as long as you want! Can you also reduce the sentence of several hundred years? This will achieve a de facto life sentence.
Of course, there are no such things in the wizarding world, and no one who was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban came out alive. Sirius is the only exception in history. It is hard to say whether there will be others in the future, but they are definitely not seen before.
of the ancients.
From Mrs. Black's point of view, there is really no need to maintain this house. What's the point of keeping it clean? Does it make it easier for thieves who use empty doors?
"Okay, okay, I'll take you to my brother's bedroom." Sirius really couldn't accept the current atmosphere, so he took the initiative to break the deadlock and prepared to take Hermione to his brother's bedroom.
"The prodigal son who was expelled from the family tree is going to steal the Black family's treasures with his filthy son... It's hard to guard against family thieves. What if my poor mistress -" After hearing Sirius's words, Kreacher began to lower his voice again.
Cursed loudly.
It seemed that it didn't realize that it had said everything in its heart. Or... it knew what it was saying, but it was just pretending to be stupid.
"Shut up!" Sirius was furious, "Remember, I am now the legal heir of the Black family, and I own everything here! How I handle my finances is my freedom.
I don't want you to tell me what to do. I swear to Merlin, if you say one more word, I will, I will..."
Sirius seriously thought about how to give Kreacher the greatest shock, and then an idea appeared in his mind.
"I'll sell this house for a low price! Just one Nat!"
Kreacher raised his head in shock, unable to believe what he heard.
"This is the ancestral home of the Black family. It is the embodiment of the glory of the Black family. There are countless treasures inside. How can you sell it, and you only need one Nat!"
Seeing Kreacher being so shocked, Sirius was so proud that he said, "Because I am the master of this family and I have the final say. Yodel, do you want it? For one Nat, this house will be yours."
"No!
Kreacher knelt on the floor and sobbed hoarsely, "Master, no! Please be kind -"
The combination of its hoarse voice and its crying sound was particularly captivating, giving goosebumps to everyone who heard it. Combined with the content of its cry, it made those who heard it sad and those who saw it crying.
"I'm serious, Tom, if you want-"
"No need." Tom couldn't act like Nat and bought his ancestral home, even though it was Sirius's choice.
"If you want, just leave it to Harry." Tom said casually.
"What a good idea!" Sirius's eyes lit up. He had no descendants anyway, so who should he leave them to? As for how Harry would deal with the things here, that was not a headache for him.
Seeing that the house sale incident seemed to have come to an end, Kreacher got up from the ground and bowed respectfully to Tom: "Master, you are a man of noble moral character——"
"Okay, okay," Sirius interrupted Kreacher impatiently, "If you dare to be disrespectful to my guests again, I will sell the house and give you a dress!"
Sirius finally found the most effective way to threaten Kreacher. Hearing these words, Kreacher's body trembled. Selling the house and giving him clothes were simply the most terrifying things for him!
It trembled and said: "Loyalty to the Black family is the only meaning of Kreacher's existence, and your orders are everything."
"In that case, then disappear before my eyes - go and prepare some food, I will leave my guests here for lunch!"
"Yes." Kreacher bowed low, then snapped his fingers and disappeared. Maybe it was Tom's misunderstanding. He always felt that Kreacher cursed silently before disappearing.
"So you understand why I don't like living in my own home, right?" Sirius looked at Tom and the three of them and kept complaining: "Its brain has been instilled with too many twisted thoughts by my mother - pure blood theory and so on.
, This is really unlikable. I will educate it well, now let’s go to my brother’s bedroom.” As he said this, he walked upstairs.
Regarding the education that Sirius mentioned, Tom was pessimistic. He didn't think that Sirius could change Kreacher's outlook on life. This was something that had been carried out throughout his life. How could it be so easy to change?
Sirius and his brother's bedrooms were located on the top floor of the mansion.
He led a few people to climb all the way up to the top of the stairs. There were two doors there. The door facing the stairs had a sign on it that said [Sirius]. This is Sirius's bedroom.
.Opposite it is a door of the same style, with the door number saying:
[No entry without my express permission. Regulus Arcturus Black]
Obviously, this sentence was of no use to his brother. Sirius ignored his brother's warning and opened the door directly.
"Aren't you afraid of any magic curse?" Hermione looked at Sirius's reckless behavior and was a little worried. As far as she knew, many wizards would set up some magic traps in their houses. If they don't follow the rules to enter, they may be
Under attack.
"Him?" Sirius despised his younger brother. "If he has the courage, I will change his name to Venus."
Sirius was still aware of his brother's cowardice. He knew that Regulus was just being tough, and if he really wanted to do something, he wouldn't stop him.
The four of them crossed the threshold and entered the bedroom. Regulus's bedroom was extremely ornately decorated, and he looked like he belonged to a wealthy family. In his bedroom, the silver and green colors of Slytherin could be seen everywhere, decorating the bed and walls.
And the windows are all covered. Coming here is like coming to the dormitory of Slytherin College.
On his bedside, there is an elaborate depiction of the Black family crest and a motto written in French:
【Always pure】
There were many yellowed newspaper clippings under the motto, and Hermione walked over to take a look.
"They are all newspaper clippings about Voldemort. He should have become an admirer first and then a Death Eater..."
Tom clicked his tongue, and Sirius snorted loudly.
No wonder Tom looks down on Regulus, it’s okay to be an admirer of Voldemort! This is too shabby!
Even if you become a fan of Grindelwald?
Just like the same idiot fans, it is better to be a fan of Jaylen than to be an Ikun, right?
There is also a picture beside the bed, which shows a Slytherin House Quidditch team.
"He's Slytherin's Seeker." Sirius explained for Tom, pointing out his brother in the photo.
Regulus is also a black-haired boy, but slightly thinner and not as handsome as Sirius.
As if he sensed someone pointing at him, Regulus in the photo waved to the camera.
"Okay, let's look for clues! See if there's anything here that can help you." Sirius waved his hand, looked away from the photo, and started rummaging through the boxes.
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This is a big chapter of 4,000 words. Good night everyone.