[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Chapter 23 Poor Old Kreacher

Christmas is approaching, one morning in mid-December, when people wake up from their dreams, the entire Hogwarts castle has been covered by several feet of snow.

The Weasley twins were deducted five points each from Professor Snape in the hallway for bewitching several snowballs to chase Quirrell around and drop them on the back of his hood.

You can actually do it yourself, Professor Snape said to Quirrell after passing by, this man is too cowardly.

Everyone can't wait for the holidays. Although the fires are burning in the lounge and the auditorium, the wind in the corridors is still biting cold, and worst of all, the last class before the holidays is still in the cold basement classroom superior.

They tried their best to get close to their hot cauldron, and it was rare for them to listen to Professor Snape's lecture so seriously. If there was something wrong with the cauldron, even the last bit of tenderness would be gone.

Longbottom made his potion with a grim face. Others' cauldrons were leaning against each other and steaming. Only a vacuum field formed around him. His potion was bubbling with strange colors, and it was not warm at all.

"I'm really sorry for those people who had to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they weren't wanted by the family," said Draco Malfoy, sipping his potion leisurely, and he invited him My roommate Igil Black took time out to visit his house during the Christmas break, and Black readily agreed.

Crabbe and Goyle sniggered at the Savior as Draco spoke, and Harry Potter ignored them as he weighed out the powdered lionfish spine.

He knew that Malfoy was outraged by the loss of the Slytherin team, and he, Harry Potter, won, so he only took pleasure in Malfoy's constant provocation.

Noble Malfoy had nothing to laugh at except for not having a decent family.Everyone admired his performance on the Quidditch field. He was able to stay firmly on his rampaging broomstick and caught the Snitch, making Slytherin taste defeat for the first time after several years of winning streak.

As they left the dungeon after Potions class, the hallway was blocked by a large fir tree.One look at the two big feet protruding from the bottom of the tree, and I knew that the person behind the tree must be Hagrid, and he was the only one wearing shoes that big.

Ron reached out to help him, and Malfoy's icy voice came from behind them.

"Can you get out of the way, out of the way?" He dragged his chin at a 45-degree angle in a long, gorgeous tune. "Are you trying to earn some pocket money, Weasley? I guess you probably want After graduating from Hogwarts, you will also guard the hunting grounds? —Compared with your old home, Hagrid's hut must be like a palace!"

Ron rushed over and grabbed Malfoy by the collar, just at that moment Professor Snape appeared on the stairs, they explained to Professor Snape that it was Malfoy who provoked first, Professor Snape sneered and buckled Gran Fendo five points.

"You should be glad you didn't get more deducted, now, let's go, you all," Snape said.

"Is this the good guy you said, Ellie?" Ron gritted his teeth angrily.

Igil patted the folds of Draco's robe with a smile and said, "Weasley, you should feel lucky. If it wasn't for Professor Snape, you would be lying in the hospital wing now." He pulled Draco Squeezing past the tree, the needles and leaves fell everywhere, and the little snakes followed behind, smiling triumphantly.

"Draco, comparing yourself with a vulgar pure-blooded scum like Weasley will only lower your status." Draco took advantage of Igil Black's words, and he snorted coldly and strode away.

"Ellie, I think you have a problem with seeing people." This time even Hermione raised her hands in agreement with Ron's words.

The Gryffindor foursome then went to the library. They couldn't find Nick Flamel's name in any of the books. Although Ellie knew who he was, she also followed to find books. All she chose were old books. , because from the Muggle world, she couldn't explain where she knew this person.

After the holiday, the students left the school on the Hogwarts Express and got off the train. Igil repeatedly promised that he would go to Malfoy Manor as a guest before Draco let him go. They agreed on a date, and Draco reluctantly Say goodbye to him.

"Baby Igil!" Igil, who had just stepped out of the platform, heard Regulus Black's voice. He saw his father sitting in a stretched limousine waving to him. Needless to say, Uncle Tom must have come too.

"Did you miss me, baby Igil?" Tom asked happily, leaning on the leather cushion.Regulus glanced at him resentfully, complaining that he stole his lines, and Tom smiled evilly.

They enjoyed a Christmas dinner together, fat and fat turkey, rich and juicy roast meat and delicious boiled potatoes, a large plate of special small sausages, peas with creamy butter, thick and thick gravy and lingonberries Sauce, turkey sandwiches, scones, and of course the flaming Christmas pudding - marmalade and Christmas cake.

Regulus told Igil to eat as much as possible, he felt that he was getting thinner, and Uncle Tom poured milk for him himself, his doting expression made Igil feel that he would receive a lot of presents when he woke up tomorrow.

Poor Uncle Tom, he should find a company for himself, Christmas can only be spent with them...

After dinner, Igil went to bed very early. The bumps of the train made him feel tired. He would get up early tomorrow, and he couldn't wait to see the present.

"The child is asleep, dear." Tom hooked Regulus' black hair and played with it in his hands. He gently pressed his cheek against his, and blew on his cochlea. "I want a present, Regulus." There was lust in his voice.

"No, Tom." Regulus pushed him away, and this action caused the man's coquettish red eyes to flash dangerously red, "You don't want to, dear?" The drawn-out tone revealed infinite grievances.

"I have something better for you, something you've always wanted, MyLord." Regulus smiled.

Nestled between two modest Muggle houses in London, 12 Grimmauld Place was once the mansion of the noblest and oldest family, the Black family, the most famous of the pure-blood wizarding families.But after the death of the house's mistress, Mrs. Black, the abandoned house has become a derelict mansion.But tonight, two distinguished guests are here.

Regulus stood in front of a scratched and black-painted door with a livid face. He twisted a silver doorknob in the shape of a serpent, and the door opened. The inside was dark and dusty. Everywhere.

The peeling wallpaper on the wall and the worn carpet made him tremble with anger. He entered and closed the door heavily.

A portrait of Mrs. Black was awakened, and she let out a horrified scream, a familiar sound that made Regulus shudder.

"Kreacher! Kreacher, where are you hiding!" Regulus yelled.

A house-elf with a dirty rag around his waist poked his head out of a corner holding a battered broom.He looked very old, and there seemed to be several times more skin than his body actually needed.Although his head was bald like all house-elves, there were a lot of white hair growing out of his large, bat-like ears.

"Kreacher seems to have heard the voice of the little master, why is Master Regulus here?" He muttered to himself, his bloodshot eyes were watery and gray.

"Kreacher, you heard me right." Regulus said angrily, "What are you doing with the broom, don't tell me you're cleaning."

"Poor old Kreacher was so dazzled that he saw Master Regulus." The elf picked up the broken broom and swept the ground, kicking up more dust.

"Kreacher, if you're too old to carry a plate," Regulus said, "I wouldn't mind chopping off your head and hanging it on that wall! Aunt Eradora would be delighted to have her collection again." One more."

"Merlin, Kreacher saw Master Regulus, poor old Kreacher is going to die." With a bang, it apparated in fright.