There was a large window in the living room that overlooked the street in front of the house. There were two gorgeous glass cabinets on either side of a large fireplace, and one of the walls was covered with a tapestry of the Blake family tree. However, there were foxes everywhere in the living room's curtains.
"Why didn't Mr. Skillful Hands get rid of them?" Hermione looked at the state of the room and wondered why her product didn't work.
"Well... I don't like the smell of the foxes, so I didn't ask Mr. Skillful Hands to let me use it." Sirius replied hesitantly. "Also, you'd better not open the desk. Molly and Tonks helped me clean it once, but they came back after a while. Just leave them be."
Sirius had Mr. Skillful Hands to take care of him and was even more unwilling to talk to him. The only person he could communicate with in this old house was the portrait of Blake's wife.
Mr. Skillful Hands, who knew nothing about the complicated thoughts and emotions of humans, dutifully continued to clean the room on the first floor. His long arms quickly tidied up everything he encountered along the way.
Sirius took the lead and walked up the creaking stairs to the living room on the second floor. After sitting down on the sofa in the living room, Mr. Skillful Hands quickly served them tea. Sirius didn't have to worry about anything at all.
"Hermione, Sirius and I will go upstairs to see Klitscher. Wait for us here for a while." Allen took a sip of tea and wanted to ask Sirius to go upstairs.
"No, Allen. I'm fine. I can see him." Hermione knew that Allen wanted to prevent the house elf, who was deeply influenced by Blake's traditional family style, from saying anything hurtful.
"That dirty dog dares to talk nonsense..." Sirius was disgusted and wanted to say something harsh, but when he realized that he was talking to a little girl, he swallowed his words and changed his words. "... Just let it stay in the closet and never come out again."
"Sirius, even if he's a little weird, it's not his fault. He's not in his right mind. He doesn't know what he's talking about. We should have been kinder to Kreacher. " Hermione pursed her lips in disapproval at Sirius's words. She defended Klitschko with a straight face.
"Why do you want to see Kreacher? If I had known about his betrayal earlier, I would not have agreed to this deal … However, I have already told you that you can take him away at any time! " Sirius glanced at Hermione and gave up on arguing with her. Thinking of the deal he had with Allen, he whispered in Allen's ear in a Gryffindor voice that no one could hear. "But Klitscher isn't a good idea. He always hates wizards who aren't pure-blooded. Giving him to Hermione is not a good idea."
"Looking for Klitschko has nothing to do with Hermione!" Allen looked at Hermione's blushing face and did not know whether to laugh or cry. He hurriedly rejected Sirius's idea. "By the way, has Dumbledore been here recently?"
"He has … Hmm?" Sirius replied before realizing that he should not have said anything. He could not guess Allen's intentions, but when he heard Allen mention Dumbledore, he immediately raised his guard. "Why are you asking about Dumbledore? You know that I cannot reveal the Order of the Phoenix to you, even if it has something to do with Regulus! "
"I'm just asking casually. You know that I haven't been having a good time with you British pure-bloods recently …" Alan spread his hands and shrugged at Sirius. "It's about Regulus. I have something to talk to Kreacher about."
"Not me! Well, I'm on bad terms with you because this ugly thing is not something you want to do! " Sirius muttered. He seemed to have just remembered the reports. He said hesitantly, "If you ask me, you guys are really brave. When I was young, I couldn't stand the things at home. In the end, I only dared to escape to James's house … You'd better be careful and think of a way. Some school directors have tried to contact me to kick you out of school. It won't be of much use even if I vote for you …"
Allen was a little surprised that Sirius would support him in this matter and oppose Dumbledore. "You don't have to drag yourself into this. Don't let them target you. Besides, aren't you afraid that this will be considered going against Dumbledore's wishes? But … Thank you. Don't worry. I'm prepared for this. I'm a Ravenclaw … "
"The Order of the Phoenix is an organization created by Dumbledore to fight against the Unknowns. It's to fight against the Unknowns!" Sirius growled. Looking at Allen's expression, he knew that he most likely had a backup plan. He said with some dissatisfaction, "Hmph … If you ask me, the reason why you little cowards have a better reputation than Slytherin and those little vipers is because no one can find out when you do bad things …"
Allen, who was a little touched, said impatiently, "… Have you forgotten that I'm here because of Regulus …"
"Okay! Okay! I'll call this thing over. You'd better not believe what it says! "Sirius muttered a few words. He then raised his voice and shouted," Klitschko! Get over here! "
With a snap, Klitschko, the house elf who was currently under the name of Sirius of the Blake family, teleported over. He stood in front of the sofa. He was small and thin, only half the height of a person. His pale skin was wrinkled and hung down, and there was a lot of white hair coming out of his bat-like ears. Other than a dirty rag around his waist, he was almost naked.
"Young Master," Klitschko said in his hoarse bullfrog voice. He bowed low and muttered to his knees in a voice similar to Sirius'. "This wastrel has brought back mudbloods to tarnish my mistress' house."
Sirius roared, "Shut up! Klitschko, I forbid you from calling anyone 'mudbloods'! Otherwise, you'll … "
"Don't blame him! Even if he's a little weird, it's not his fault! "Hermione shouted to Sirius as she grabbed Allen's arm with one hand.
"Yes, Young Master," Klitschko said. He bowed low again. "Young Master is a nasty pervert. He broke my mistress' heart and now forbids Klitschko from calling those lowly people."
Although Allen had expected this situation and was prepared for it, he was still a little angry when he heard it. However, when Hermione grabbed his arm, his anger turned into embarrassment. Normally, he should be as angry as he was and should show his anger. However, his mistress would be angry and sad at him because he had raised a little elf at home.
Allen, who had a headache from the three loud voices, urged Sirius, "Don't dwell on this issue. Let's get started."
"Klitschko!" Sirius took a deep breath. "Later, this gentleman will ask you something. You must answer truthfully. Behave yourself and don't make trouble!"
"Yes, Young Master." Klitschko looked at Allen with his big bloodshot eyes and said in a low voice, "Young Master wants Klitschko to answer truthfully. No matter what he says, Klitschko must obey, even if Young Master is not even fit to wipe his mother's shoes. Poor old Klitschko, what can he do …"
"If you keep talking, I'll really kill him!" Sirius said irritably.
Seeing that Klitschko would not cooperate obediently and was glaring at Sirius, Allen sighed. He took out the Slytherin pendant from his pocket and said softly, "Klitschko, do you recognize this necklace on my hand?"
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