Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 524 Harry's Dilemma

Chapter 524 Harry's Dilemma

In fact, apart from Mrs. Weasley, everyone else, including Harry, also felt that Sirius's actions were somewhat inappropriate, which reminded them of the experience during the Quidditch World Cup when the Death Eaters made fun of Mr. Roberts and his family, the caretaker.

Of course, Sirius's actions were certainly not that excessive, there is no doubt about that.

but----

Harry looked conflicted; for the first time, he felt a slight aversion to Sirius's actions.

However, this concern quickly dissipated after Mrs. Weasley's words and Sirius's repeated apologies.

Perhaps that person really did use really harsh language.

Harry then recalled his third year when, because Aunt Maggie kept speaking ill of his parents, he lost control of his magic in a fit of anger and turned Aunt Maggie into a human balloon.

Hmm—Sirius should have been like that too.

After all, both Hagrid and Rosemotta of the Three Broomsticks said that Sirius Black was impulsive when he was in school, so it's not surprising that he did something like this.

Because Sirius readily admitted his mistake and repeatedly promised not to do it again, Mrs. Weasley's expression finally improved.

After the brief incident, the group followed Sirius to the area between number 11 and number 13. Then, the old house, protected by the Red Heart Curse, emerged from between the two houses.

This unique entrance also eased the silence to some extent, and everyone started talking again.

"That's impressive." Fred stepped forward, knocked on the doorframe, glanced at the neighbors on either side, and asked curiously, "Do they really know nothing?"

"They probably don't know," Hermione said. Through the window, they could see the people at 11 Grimmauld Place watching television, completely unaware that their house had just moved a dozen feet to the left.

"Why isn't the Burrow like this?" George said wistfully. "They both have the Fidelity Charm, but the Burrow just looks too ordinary."

"Mom, why can't we do it like this?" Fred asked, clearly liking the unique way Black's old house was presented.

However, he was met with a stern look from Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, Mom, I suddenly think this is a bit too fancy," Fred blurted out.

"Yes, you're right, all show and no substance." George nodded repeatedly.

Ron almost laughed, but he held it in.

As Sirius opened the door, a musty, rotten smell wafted out.

"It feels like a museum."

"And it's a museum that's been abandoned for a long time."

Fred and George went inside and looked at the dim surroundings, the chandeliers and ceiling covered in cobwebs, and couldn't help but show a look of disappointment.

The pure-blood family mansion they imagined shouldn't look like this—it shouldn't be worse than that tent, right?

But aside from being larger, this place is worse than an abandoned classroom in a school. At least an abandoned classroom doesn't have as many cobwebs or as many vixens.

"Don't mind it, no one's lived here for a long time," Sirius said, waving his wand. A row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a shimmering, unreal light that illuminated the peeling wallpaper and worn carpet in the gloomy hallway.

Now Fred and George were even more disgusted.

They were already starting to regret coming here. Wouldn't it have been better to use that time to make a few more shelves in Diagon Alley?

But since they were already there, they couldn't just go back immediately, so they could only continue walking inside with the others.

As they walked through the foyer, Mrs. Weasley, who was at the front, suddenly shouted, startling everyone.

Everyone rushed over.

"Oh, I'm alright," Mrs. Weasley said, patting her chest, then pointing to the stairs. "I was just startled by it."

Following the direction of her finger, everyone saw a strange creature with large ears standing there, hunched over.

Because the room was so dark, and the other person suddenly appeared there, it was easy to get startled if you weren't careful.

But after seeing what the other person looked like, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

House-elves, Fred and George are so familiar with each other that every time they go to the kitchen to get something, they see hundreds of zeros.

"Kreacher!" Sirius stepped forward and shouted, "I've told you countless times, you must speak first when you see someone come in!"

"As you wish, Sirius." Kreacher bowed deeply, his head almost touching the ground.

"No, no need for that, it was my oversight," Mrs. Weasley quickly said.

She wanted Sirius to stop scolding Kreacher, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she heard the house-elf mutter in a voice that everyone could hear, "You good-for-nothing—the young master brought a bunch of scoundrels in, defiled the Black family's ancestral home, and threatened Kreacher—the old master will be very sad if he finds out."

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Apart from a very few people who knew the inside story, everyone else was wondering if there was something wrong with their ears.

A house-elf is cursing the owner of this house?

Sirius looked even angrier.

"Get out of Kreacher's way." He kicked Kreacher hard. "I order you, show them some respect!"

Kreacher bowed again, and when he raised his head, his forehead and nose were covered in dust.

Xilun frowned in confusion.

Was Kreacher always this respectful to Sirius before?

Of course, respect was essential. As the last owner of the Black mansion, Kreacher had to obey Sirius Black's orders, no matter how much he disliked him.

But this depends on the situation.

Last time I came here with Sirius, Kreacher didn't bow so humbly that he pressed his head and face to the ground.

And judging from Kreacher's expression, it seemed surprised that it had done this, but it didn't seem to care much. After standing up, it muttered to itself again.

"That wretched, ungrateful scoundrel, young master, broke his mother's heart and even made Kreacher go against the old master's will—oh, Kreacher saw young master Ollivander. The only right thing the young master ever did in his life was to bring young master Ollivander to visit."

Kreacher leaped up, ran past Sirius without looking back, and bowed to Sirius in greeting.

"Welcome, young master Ollivander, would you like a cup of black tea?"

"Uh, okay—" Xilun said, forcing himself to speak.

"As you wish." Kreacher didn't even glance at Sirius, and dashed off in a flurry of motion, his movements so swift that he didn't seem like an elderly house-elf at all.

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