Chapter 460: Kreacher's Transformation

"Nasty guy." Ron muttered.

Harry nodded in agreement, and Ivan gently pulled Sirius' sleeve.

Seeing Malfoy did affect the mood, but luckily Lucius Malfoy wasn't here, or it would have been worse.

Not far from the camp of Malfoy's family, there was a dark green tent that had been set up, covering a large area.

The tent is very grand, with a lot of striped silk, like a small palace.

The conical spire soars into the sky, with the dark golden Black family crest on it.

A shield with a mountain symbol, two pentagrams and a short sword flanked by two leaping greyhounds.

Below, is the ornate, golden text: Noble and Oldest House Black Forever Pure.

This tent is more conspicuous than all the tents around it, and it is full of the luxurious style of the Black family.

But considering the current status of the Black family, this tent and the sentence on it are undoubtedly full of irony.

You know, apart from Sirius, there is no one else in the noble and immortal Black family.

And Sirius was also removed from the family tree by her mother, a traitor to a pure-blood family, just like the Weasleys.

"This is my parents' tent, I didn't expect it to work..." Sirius said, looking at the tent with a complicated expression.

He bent down and got in, and Ivan, Harry, and Ron followed suit.

Ivan and Harry looked at the inside of the tent in astonishment, and had the illusion that they had returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

The area is slightly smaller, but the general layout is the same.

However, the surface of everything here is new, not shabby like 12 Grimmauld Place.

In the corridor facing the foyer, the copper pots and pans were polished to a rose-colored luster, and the wooden tabletops were also polished to a shiny finish.

Already there were silver cups and saucers, gleaming in the glow of the warm fire.

To the side was the dining room and bathroom, not a frightening portrait of Mrs Blake but a landscape.

Everything is very warm.

The brown-black stairs covered with thick floor tiles extend upwards, about three stories high.

The upper part is full of bedrooms, just like the outside, the space gets narrower as you go up, but the decoration is very stylish.

It's hard to imagine that this is actually a tent, not a vacation villa of a noble family.

Even if everyone comes in, they can live here, even better than the Burrow.

"Master, you're back!" A deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, like the cry of a bullfrog.

Kreacher, the house elf, ran over. He was wearing clean clothes, and the fur in his ears was as white and fluffy as cotton wool.

After Regulus' shabby funeral, Ivan never saw old Kreacher again.

Sirius once let him live in the Hogwarts kitchen for a while, and Ivan also asked Dobby to take care of him.

But he obviously couldn't let go of the empty, somewhat scary old house of the Black family, and soon, Kreacher returned there, without the call of Sirius, basically would not come out, and would not contact other people outside.

Seeing it now, Aiwen realized that Kreacher had changed so much.

In my impression, Kreacher is always crazy, and it is impossible to expect him to work and serve.

He guards the inheritance in the old house of the Black family all day long, and executes the messy orders of Mrs. Black's portrait.

The house-elf's biggest dream is to cut off his own head and nail it to a wall.

"Master Sirius, Master Harry, Master Ivan, and this young master, please take off your shoes!" Kreacher said, "Knowing that the young master is coming, old Kreacher is preparing breakfast, the master prefers delicious stew, Or treacle tart?"

He bowed deeply, staring at those big, scary yellow eyes, looking at Ivan and the others enthusiastically.

After helping him get Regulus' body back for burial, Old Kreacher's attitude towards Ivan improved significantly.

Before, not to mention taking the initiative to speak, he always cursed Muggle-born and half-blood wizards.

"My God, here!" Ron said in surprise, looking around, "I've never seen a tent like this, and this house elf..."

"His name is Kreacher, and he has served the Black family for generations!" Harry said, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He still remembered how bad Kreacher's attitude was before, and now it was like a different house elf.

"Master, do you need some coffee and hot rolls?" Kreacher continued, "Old Kreacher has already prepared all the upstairs bedrooms, and the masters can go up and rest for a while."

"No, Kreacher!" Sirius ordered, "Clean up, we need to change places."

"Another place?!" Kreacher said suspiciously, "Master, this place is very good! Miss Narcissa lives next door, and she just came to visit Kreacher with Master Malfoy, and she is still so kind as before. So kind, treat..."

"Shut up, I'll give you a minute to get everything cleaned up!" Sirius yelled.

Hearing that Narcissa had been here, his face was particularly gloomy.

About twenty minutes later, Ivan and the others struggled to move the tent back to the camping place Mr. Weasley had reserved.

Kreacher followed behind, muttering something in a low voice, looking extraordinarily aggrieved.

It seems that it is simply impossible for the master and servant to get along in harmony.

Next to the camp, Mr. Weasley and the others had already set up a crooked tent.

"You are back, let me see, this tent is really big, thankfully we have enough space here." Mr. Weasley said, "Let's set it up quickly, and then we need time to cook."

Although using magic or letting Kreacher do it, it may only take a minute to set up the tent.

But Mr. Weasley insisted that everyone do it themselves, the Muggle way.

Aiwen can be sure that if Muggles can use magic, they will never have to work so hard.

Sirius' tent was huge, and the structure was even more complicated. By the time everyone was done working, it was almost noon.

During this period, they saw many familiar faces, their classmates and family members in Hogwarts.

Because it is on the only way, if you want to participate in the Quidditch World Cup finals, you have to pass through them.

Among them, Ivan and the others saw Oliver Wood.

He was the former captain of the Gryffindor House Quidditch team and had just graduated from Hogwarts.

He excitedly told everyone that he had just signed as a substitute for Puddlemere United.

For Wood, this is also considered a positive result. With Harry's outstanding expression, Gryffindor College won the Quidditch House Cup last semester.

It was the first win in over a decade, and until then it had been Slytherin.

This feat gave Wood a lot of points, allowing him to successfully enter Puddlemere United. (To be continued.) Browse and read address: