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Leaving the portrait of Mrs. Blake, they passed through the door at the end of the corridor and entered the basement.
The basement seemed to be the kitchen. It was almost as dark as the hall above. It was a deep cave-like room with rough stone walls.
Most of the light came from a few short candles around the large fireplace at the other end of the room. The walls around the pipes were all blackened by the smoke of gunpowder. Heavy iron pots and pans hung from the equally blackened ceiling, looking sinister and terrifying in the dark.
Next to the kitchen was a small dining room. There was a sink in the corner and two wooden cupboards covered in cobwebs were placed on both sides. They were filled with silver cutlery.
Through the moldy carpet, one could see the intricate patterns engraved on the green marble floor below. In the center of the room was a table and many chairs that could accommodate many people. The temperature here was much lower than above, and the moldy and rotten smell in the air was even more intense.
"This way!" Sirius tore down a green tapestry with the emblem of the Blake family hanging on the north wall of the dining room, revealing a black brick wall.
He knocked on one of the walls with his wand and opened a hidden door.
Just like the wall that led to the alley opposite the Leaky Cauldron, the wall opened, revealing a narrow, steep staircase that continued downwards.
Elwyn noticed that there was a small silver snake on the brick, but it was very inconspicuous. If one did not look carefully, it would be impossible to notice it.
"In the ancient pure-blooded Magus families, they would usually have this kind of secret room to hide some of the family's secrets." Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
As Sirius spoke, he bent down and walked in. "This is where the Blake family kept their books. At least when I left this house, they were still here, preserved inside."
He stopped halfway through his sentence.
Looking over Sirius's shoulder, Elwyn saw a house-elf standing in the secret passage.
It wasn't an ornament hanging on the wall, but a living house-elf.
This house-elf looked very old. His skin was full of wrinkles, several times more than what his body actually needed. Although his head was bald like all house-elves, there was a lot of white hair growing out of his two bat-like big ears.
His eyes were bloodshot, watery, and gray. His meaty nose was so big that it looked like a pig's nose.
A dirty rag was wrapped around his waist, like the loincloth used by men in tropical countries. Other than that, he was almost naked.
Elwyn suddenly realized that this fellow must be the house-elf, Klitscher. He had been wondering when he would be able to meet him.
Kreacher stood motionless in the corner of the secret staircase like a statue.
He bent over and looked up at Sirius Black in surprise. There was an indescribable strange expression on his face. Then, he started to mutter in a low, hoarse, bullfrog-like voice.
"What did poor old Kreacher see? The prodigal young master who disappeared for more than ten years came back with a bunch of brats to ruin my mistress's house." Kreacher's voice was very slow, and his eyes were full of disdain. As he spoke, he bowed to Sirius, as if his instincts were telling him to do so.
"Long time no see, Kreacher. I didn't expect you to still be alive," Sirius said calmly.
Although he had seen an acquaintance, there was no joy in his voice at all.
"Who is he?" Harry asked in a low voice.
"Kreacher, the house-elf who serves the Blake family." Sirius paused, then added, "A crazy fellow."
"Young Master always likes to play a little joke. Kreacher is not crazy. Kreacher just didn't see the three young masters just now." The elf bowed to Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione. Then, in a very soft but clear voice, he said, "Kreacher smelled mud. If the poor mistress knew that Young Master let such scum into her house, what would she say to old Kreacher? What a shame!"
"Shut up, Kreacher. Don't call them mud in the future," Sirius shouted angrily.
"It's okay! This house-elf doesn't seem to know what he's talking about. " Hermione looked at Kreacher in fear. She took a step forward and timidly said, "Hello, Kreacher! I'm Hermione Granger, this is Elwyn Mason, and the one next to him is Harry Potter. "
Seeing that Hermione was talking to him again, Kreacher's two light-colored eyes suddenly widened, and the words that came out of his mouth were even more infuriating than before.
"The little b * tch that the master brought back is talking to Kreacher again, acting as if nothing happened. It's as if she's my friend. If Kreacher's mistress saw him with such a person, oh, what would she say? Think about it …"
"I'll say it again. Shut up, Kreacher!" Sirius said through gritted teeth.
Hearing Sirius's order, Kreacher immediately shut his mouth.
He walked out of the secret passage, and his gaze swept over Hermione, Elwyn, and Harry one by one. Then, his eyes suddenly widened, and he began to whisper again.
"Is this true? Is it really Harry Potter?! Kreacher saw the scars, so it must be true. It's the boy who stopped the Black Devil. Kreacher doesn't know how he did it … "
"We all know what happened," Sirius said loudly.
"All Kreacher knows is that Young Master has just returned from Azkaban." Kreacher's gaze returned to Sirius. "My poor mistress. She swore that she wouldn't recognize him as her son. Now he's back, and it's said that he's a murderer …"
"Sirius has been proven innocent. He didn't kill anyone. He's a hero now!" Hermione hurriedly explained.
"There's no need to tell him this!" Sirius glared at Kreacher in disgust. "He won't listen. He's always been like this, a hateful house-elf."
"How can Young Master say that about Kreacher? Kreacher has never done anything out of line. Kreacher only obeyed his master's orders and served the noble Blake family for the rest of his life!" Kreacher said as he bowed again. Then, he lowered his voice and began to mutter, "Even if Young Master didn't kill anyone, he's still an annoying, ungrateful bastard. He broke his mother's heart …"
"My mother doesn't have a heart, Kreacher," Sirius said angrily. "She lives on hatred."
"No matter what," Kreacher muttered indignantly. "Young Master doesn't even deserve to wipe his mother's shoes. My poor mistress, what will she say when she sees Young Master back? She used to hate him so much!"
"Enough. Why are you hiding here?" Sirius said contemptuously. "Don't think I don't know that you noticed us the moment we entered this house."
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