Chapter 305: Sirius and Kreacher
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Chapter 305: Sirius and Kreacher
A Few Days Ago
Number 12, Grimmauld Place, the Black family mansion.
Sirius Black lounged lazily on the couch, appearing utterly idle, his jet-black hair casually tousled.
Compared to a little over a month ago, he looked much better now. His face had regained some flesh, no longer resembling a skull freshly dug from a grave. Instead, he appeared as a slightly underweight but normal individual.
His feet rested on an elegantly crafted vintage coffee table. At intervals, Sirius would glance at a palm-sized piece of paper covered with intricate lines and densely packed tiny black dots. Only a few names, occasionally stirring, were written in golden ink on this parchment.
This state of affairs continued until noon when the house-elf Kreacher, who attended to the household, appeared with a sluggish demeanor. Sirius's eyes shifted as Kreacher made his way towards him.
Kreacher held a dirty rag in his hands, making it hard to determine whether the rag or the tattered cloth he wore was dirtier. Perhaps the rag was once his worn-out garment?
Thoughts meandered curiously in Sirius's mind. Just then, Kreacher slowly, step by step, approached, while Sirius observed him from the corner of his eye. Kreacher hopped onto the coffee table, brandishing the rag and muttering, "The wasteful young master, not knowing where he learned such bad habits. Placing his feet on the table like that. The Mistress used to enjoy her tea here, hosting many noble guests"
"Kreacher, your feet are dirtier than my shoes!" Sirius snapped in irritation.
"...Bearing so many precious memories. If the Mistress knew, how heartbroken she would be..."
Sirius's brows twitched erratically, his usual elegance giving way. He suddenly jumped up, grabbing the strip of cloth around Kreacher's neckthe makeshift collar, if you willready to throw him out.
Kreacher didn't resist. He continued rambling, "Cannot be compared to his brother, truly shouldering responsibilities"New novel chapters are published on
"Are you talking about Regulus?" Sirius halted mid-step, saying, "He's a fool. I always thought he was clever enough to look out for himself but no, he went and joined the Death Eaters!"
"Master Regulus is not a fool!" Kreacher struggled vehemently, his body jolting back and forth like a wound-up toy. "He's a thousand times better than you. He joined the Death Eaters in your place"
"What did you say?" Sirius widened his eyes, lifting Kreacher to meet his gaze, "Explain yourself"
But Kreacher kept squirming, a tangled mess of snot and tears, prompting Sirius to disdainfully toss him back onto the couch.
"Let me tell you, Kreacher! He's been a Voldemort worshipper all along. Do you know why everyone at home preferred him? Because he became the noble, dignified Black they wanted."
So the old woman sat beside them, observing their game. The old man furrowed his brow, entering a crucial phase. Both sides were locked in a tight contest. Suddenly, the old woman said, "Old man, move your queen."
"Right." To Sirius's astonishment, the old man moved his white queen to capture Sirius's black knight.
"This isn't fair!" Sirius protested. "It's two against one!"
The old woman smirked. "You can ignore him. After all, I taught him." Nevertheless, she fell silent. The game was irredeemable. Sirius watched helplessly as he was checkmated.
The old man scattered the chess pieces. "This round doesn't count. We'll play again some other time." He left with the old woman.
"Did our son have a fight with the neighbors?"
"No, and he even brought them a gift. There's a saying for this, right? Turning over a new leaf In these six months, they haven't played loud music at night. You won't believe it, but I followed a young person's advice and slipped a card under their door. Just like the young man from earlier, both of them had black hair"
Meanwhile, in a gloomy, dilapidated inn
A piercing voice softly spoke. It was as cold as an icy breeze, cutting through the air, "Go, Barty. Inform Peter bring Harry Potter to me. I must survive."
"As you command, my master! I'm willing to give my life for you!" the wild-eyed Barty Crouch Jr. fervently declared.
"No, my dear Barty," a voice behind the chair responded. "Remember, this is a dangerous endeavorin Dumbledore's watchful eyes. First, ensure your own safety."
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Chapter 305: Sirius and Kreacher
A Few Days Ago
Number 12, Grimmauld Place, the Black family mansion.
Sirius Black lounged lazily on the couch, appearing utterly idle, his jet-black hair casually tousled.
Compared to a little over a month ago, he looked much better now. His face had regained some flesh, no longer resembling a skull freshly dug from a grave. Instead, he appeared as a slightly underweight but normal individual.
His feet rested on an elegantly crafted vintage coffee table. At intervals, Sirius would glance at a palm-sized piece of paper covered with intricate lines and densely packed tiny black dots. Only a few names, occasionally stirring, were written in golden ink on this parchment.
This state of affairs continued until noon when the house-elf Kreacher, who attended to the household, appeared with a sluggish demeanor. Sirius's eyes shifted as Kreacher made his way towards him.
Kreacher held a dirty rag in his hands, making it hard to determine whether the rag or the tattered cloth he wore was dirtier. Perhaps the rag was once his worn-out garment?
Thoughts meandered curiously in Sirius's mind. Just then, Kreacher slowly, step by step, approached, while Sirius observed him from the corner of his eye. Kreacher hopped onto the coffee table, brandishing the rag and muttering, "The wasteful young master, not knowing where he learned such bad habits. Placing his feet on the table like that. The Mistress used to enjoy her tea here, hosting many noble guests"
"Kreacher, your feet are dirtier than my shoes!" Sirius snapped in irritation.
"...Bearing so many precious memories. If the Mistress knew, how heartbroken she would be..."
Sirius's brows twitched erratically, his usual elegance giving way. He suddenly jumped up, grabbing the strip of cloth around Kreacher's neckthe makeshift collar, if you willready to throw him out.
Kreacher didn't resist. He continued rambling, "Cannot be compared to his brother, truly shouldering responsibilities"New novel chapters are published on
"Are you talking about Regulus?" Sirius halted mid-step, saying, "He's a fool. I always thought he was clever enough to look out for himself but no, he went and joined the Death Eaters!"
"Master Regulus is not a fool!" Kreacher struggled vehemently, his body jolting back and forth like a wound-up toy. "He's a thousand times better than you. He joined the Death Eaters in your place"
"What did you say?" Sirius widened his eyes, lifting Kreacher to meet his gaze, "Explain yourself"
But Kreacher kept squirming, a tangled mess of snot and tears, prompting Sirius to disdainfully toss him back onto the couch.
"Let me tell you, Kreacher! He's been a Voldemort worshipper all along. Do you know why everyone at home preferred him? Because he became the noble, dignified Black they wanted."
So the old woman sat beside them, observing their game. The old man furrowed his brow, entering a crucial phase. Both sides were locked in a tight contest. Suddenly, the old woman said, "Old man, move your queen."
"Right." To Sirius's astonishment, the old man moved his white queen to capture Sirius's black knight.
"This isn't fair!" Sirius protested. "It's two against one!"
The old woman smirked. "You can ignore him. After all, I taught him." Nevertheless, she fell silent. The game was irredeemable. Sirius watched helplessly as he was checkmated.
The old man scattered the chess pieces. "This round doesn't count. We'll play again some other time." He left with the old woman.
"Did our son have a fight with the neighbors?"
"No, and he even brought them a gift. There's a saying for this, right? Turning over a new leaf In these six months, they haven't played loud music at night. You won't believe it, but I followed a young person's advice and slipped a card under their door. Just like the young man from earlier, both of them had black hair"
Meanwhile, in a gloomy, dilapidated inn
A piercing voice softly spoke. It was as cold as an icy breeze, cutting through the air, "Go, Barty. Inform Peter bring Harry Potter to me. I must survive."
"As you command, my master! I'm willing to give my life for you!" the wild-eyed Barty Crouch Jr. fervently declared.
"No, my dear Barty," a voice behind the chair responded. "Remember, this is a dangerous endeavorin Dumbledore's watchful eyes. First, ensure your own safety."
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Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. You also get access to all the novels I'm translating, you can find them here HERE.Your name will be featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I translate next.You Get Ad-free Chapters.
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Chapter 305: Sirius and KreacherA Few Days AgoNumber 12, Grimmauld Place, the Black family mansion.Sirius Black lounged lazily on the couch, appearing utterly idle, his jet-black hair casually tousled.Compared to a little over a month ago, he looked much better now. His face had regained some flesh, no longer resembling a skull freshly dug from a grave. Instead, he appeared as a slightly underweight but normal individual.His feet rested on an elegantly crafted vintage coffee table. At intervals, Sirius would glance at a palm-sized piece of paper covered with intricate lines and densely packed tiny black dots. Only a few names, occasionally stirring, were written in golden ink on this parchment.This state of affairs continued until noon when the house-elf Kreacher, who attended to the household, appeared with a sluggish demeanor. Sirius's eyes shifted as Kreacher made his way towards him.Kreacher held a dirty rag in his hands, making it hard to determine whether the rag or the tattered cloth he wore was dirtier. Perhaps the rag was once his worn-out garment?Thoughts meandered curiously in Sirius's mind. Just then, Kreacher slowly, step by step, approached, while Sirius observed him from the corner of his eye. Kreacher hopped onto the coffee table, brandishing the rag and muttering, "The wasteful young master, not knowing where he learned such bad habits. Placing his feet on the table like that. The Mistress used to enjoy her tea here, hosting many noble guests""Kreacher, your feet are dirtier than my shoes!" Sirius snapped in irritation."...Bearing so many precious memories. If the Mistress knew, how heartbroken she would be..."Sirius's brows twitched erratically, his usual elegance giving way. He suddenly jumped up, grabbing the strip of cloth around Kreacher's neckthe makeshift collar, if you willready to throw him out.Kreacher didn't resist. He continued rambling, "Cannot be compared to his brother, truly shouldering responsibilities"New novel chapters are published on"Are you talking about Regulus?" Sirius halted mid-step, saying, "He's a fool. I always thought he was clever enough to look out for himself but no, he went and joined the Death Eaters!""Master Regulus is not a fool!" Kreacher struggled vehemently, his body jolting back and forth like a wound-up toy. "He's a thousand times better than you. He joined the Death Eaters in your place""What did you say?" Sirius widened his eyes, lifting Kreacher to meet his gaze, "Explain yourself"But Kreacher kept squirming, a tangled mess of snot and tears, prompting Sirius to disdainfully toss him back onto the couch."Let me tell you, Kreacher! He's been a Voldemort worshipper all along. Do you know why everyone at home preferred him? Because he became the noble, dignified Black they wanted."So the old woman sat beside them, observing their game. The old man furrowed his brow, entering a crucial phase. Both sides were locked in a tight contest. Suddenly, the old woman said, "Old man, move your queen.""Right." To Sirius's astonishment, the old man moved his white queen to capture Sirius's black knight."This isn't fair!" Sirius protested. "It's two against one!"The old woman smirked. "You can ignore him. After all, I taught him." Nevertheless, she fell silent. The game was irredeemable. Sirius watched helplessly as he was checkmated.The old man scattered the chess pieces. "This round doesn't count. We'll play again some other time." He left with the old woman."Did our son have a fight with the neighbors?""No, and he even brought them a gift. There's a saying for this, right? Turning over a new leaf In these six months, they haven't played loud music at night. You won't believe it, but I followed a young person's advice and slipped a card under their door. Just like the young man from earlier, both of them had black hair"Meanwhile, in a gloomy, dilapidated innA piercing voice softly spoke. It was as cold as an icy breeze, cutting through the air, "Go, Barty. Inform Peter bring Harry Potter to me. I must survive.""As you command, my master! I'm willing to give my life for you!" the wild-eyed Barty Crouch Jr. fervently declared."No, my dear Barty," a voice behind the chair responded. "Remember, this is a dangerous endeavorin Dumbledore's watchful eyes. First, ensure your own safety."Thank you for reading this far! You can access more chapters from HERE by joining my Patreon community. You'll gain exclusive early access to the COMPLETE NOVEL.As a member of my Patreon community, here is what you'll get:For $5Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. You also get access to all the novels I'm translating, you can find them here HERE.Your name will be featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I translate next.You Get Ad-free Chapters.For $10You get to suggest a Novel for me to translate.You get access to Digital art.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in gold.For $20You get to recommend a Novel and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in blue.Don't let this amazing opportunity slip through your fingers!
