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"Annoying guy," Ron muttered.
Harry nodded in agreement, and Elwyn gently tugged at Sirius's sleeve.
Seeing Malfoy really affected his mood. Fortunately, Lucius Malfoy was not here, or it would have been worse.
Not far from the Malfoy family's campsite, there was a dark green tent that covered a large area.
The tent was very imposing, with a lot of striped silk, and it looked like a small palace.
The conical top towered into the clouds, and on it was the dark gold emblem of the Blake family.
There was a mountain symbol, two five-pointed stars, and a shield with a short sword. On both sides of the shield were two leaping greyhounds.
Below, there were gorgeous, golden words: The noble and oldest Blake family is forever pure.
This tent was more conspicuous than the other tents around it, full of the luxurious style of the Blake family in the past.
But considering the current situation of the Blake family, this tent and the words on it were undoubtedly full of irony.
After all, other than Sirius, there was no one else in the noble and immortal Blake family.
And Sirius's name had been removed from the family tree by his mother. He was a traitor to the pure-blooded family, just like the Weasley family.
"This is my parents' tent. I didn't expect it to still be used," Sirius said, looking at the tent with a complicated expression.
He bent down and went in, followed by Elwyn, Harry, and Ron.
Elwyn and Harry looked at the inside of the tent in amazement. They had an illusion that they had returned to 12 Grimmauld Square.
The area was slightly smaller, but the general layout was the same.
However, the surface of everything here was brand new, unlike 12 Grimmauld Square, which was in tatters.
In the corridor facing the entrance hall, copper pots and plates were polished to a rosy luster, and the wooden tabletop was polished to a shiny shine.
Silver cups and saucers had been placed on the table, gleaming in the warm glow of the fire.
On the side were the dining room and the bathroom. Instead of the scary portrait of Mrs. Blake, it was a landscape painting.
Everything seemed exceptionally warm and cozy.
The brownish-black staircase covered with a thick carpet extended upwards, about three stories high.
The upper floors were all bedrooms. Just like the outside, the higher they went, the narrower the space became. However, the decorations were very stylish.
It was hard to imagine that this was a tent and not some noble family's vacation villa.
Even if everyone came in, this place would still be able to accommodate them. In fact, the environment here was much better than the Shack.
"Young Master, you're back!" A low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, like the cry of a bullfrog.
Kritcher, the house-elf, ran over. He was wearing clean clothes, and the fur in his ears was as white and fluffy as cotton.
Elwyn never saw old Kreacher again after that shabby funeral of Regulus. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Sirius had let him live in the Hogwarts' kitchen for a while, and Elwyn had asked him to take care of him.
However, he obviously could not let go of the empty and scary old house of the Blake family. Soon, Kritcher returned to the house. Without Sirius's summons, he would not come out, and he would not interact with anyone else in the outside world.
Now that he saw him, Elwyn realized that Kritcher had changed so much.
In his impression, Kritcher was always crazy. It was impossible to expect him to work or serve.
He spent all day guarding the legacy in the old house of the Blake family and carrying out the messy orders of Mrs. Blake's portrait.
The house-elf's biggest dream was to cut off his own head and nail it to the wall.
"Young Master Sirius, Young Master Harry, Young Master Elwyn, and this young master, please take off your shoes!" Kritcher said. "Knowing that you are coming, old Kritcher is preparing breakfast. Master, do you prefer a delicious stew or a fruit pie with syrup?"
He bowed deeply and looked at Iven and the others passionately with his big yellow eyes that were a little scary.
After helping him find and bury Regulus' body, old Kritcher's attitude towards Elwyn had improved significantly.
Before this, he would always curse at the Muggle family and mixed-blood wizards, let alone take the initiative to speak.
"Oh my god, here!" Ron said in surprise, looking around. "I have never seen a tent like this, and this house-elf …"
"His name is Kritcher, and he has served the Blake family for generations!" Harry said. He was also not used to it.
He still remembered how bad Kritcher's attitude was before. Now, it was as if he had become a different house-elf.
"Young master, would you like some coffee and hot rolls?" Kritcher continued. "Old Kritcher has already prepared all the bedrooms upstairs. Masters, you can go up and rest for a while."
"No, Kritcher!" Sirius ordered. "Pack up. We are going somewhere else."
"Somewhere else?!" Kritcher said doubtfully. "Young master, this is a good place! Miss Narcissa lives next door. She just came to visit Kritcher with Young Master Malfoy. Just like before, she is still so friendly, so kind, and treats … "
"Shut up. I will give you one minute to pack up everything!" Sirius shouted.
Hearing that Narcissa had been here, his face was especially gloomy.
About twenty minutes later, Elwyn and the others laboriously moved the tent back to the campsite that Mr. Weasley had booked.
Kritcher followed behind, muttering something in a low voice. He looked especially wronged.
It seemed that it was impossible to get this pair of master and servant to get along well.
Next to the campsite, Mr. Weasley and the others had already set up a crooked tent.
"You're back. Let me see. This tent is really big. Fortunately, we have enough space here," Mr. Weasley said. "Let's set it up quickly. We still need time to cook."
Using magic or letting Kritcher do it himself, it might only take a minute to set up the tent.
But Mr. Weasley insisted that everyone do it themselves, using the Muggle method.
Elwyn was sure that if the Muggle could use magic, they would not have to work so hard.
Sirius's tent was very big, and its structure was even more complicated. By the time everyone was done, it was almost noon.
During this time, they saw many familiar faces. They were their classmates and family members at Hogwarts.
Because they were on the way to the Quidditch World Cup finals, they had to pass through here.
Among them, Elwyn and the others saw Oliver Wood.
He was the former captain of the Gryffindor Academy's Quidditch team, and had just graduated from Hogwarts.
He excitedly told everyone that he had just signed as a substitute player for Pudemille United.
For him, this was considered a positive result. With Harry's outstanding performance, Gryffindor Academy had won the Quidditch Academy Cup last semester.
This was the first time they had won in more than a decade. Before this, it had always been Slytherin who had won.
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