Chapter 191： Domestic Elf Klipche

Leaving the portrait of Mrs. Black, they crossed the door at the end of the corridor and entered the basement.

The basement level seems to be the kitchen, which is almost as dim as the upper foyer, a cave-like room surrounded by rough stone walls.

Most of the light comes from a few short candles around the big fireplace at the end of the room. The walls around the pipes are all smoked black, and the heavy iron pots hanging from the dark ceiling are in the dark. It looks ugly and horrible.

Close to the kitchen is a small dining room with a sink in the corner and two wooden cupboards covered with spider webs, lined with silver cutlery.

Through the moldy carpet, you can see that the green marble floor is engraved with beautiful patterns. The center of the house is a table that can accommodate many people sitting down and a lot of chairs. The temperature here is much lower than the above. The mildew in the mold is more serious.

“Go here!” Sirius will tear down a green tapestry with a Black family emblem on the north side of the restaurant, revealing a black brick wall.

He tapped a wall with a wand and opened a hidden dark door.

Just like the wall that leads to the Diagonal Lane, the wall whispers open to reveal a narrow, steep staircase that continues down.

Ai Wen noticed that there was a silver snake on the brick, but it was not obvious. If you didn't look it up, it was impossible to notice.

"In the ancient family of pure blood wizards, there are usually such secret rooms, hiding some unknown secrets of the family." Sirius said, bending over and going in, "This is the Black family collection. The place, at least when I left this home is still here, save it"

His words said half, and immediately stopped.

Crossing the shoulders of Sirius, Avon saw a house elf standing in the dark road.

Not a decoration hanging on the wall, but a living house elf.

The appearance of this house elf is very old, and the skin is full of folds, several times more than what his body actually needs. Although his head is as bare as all house elves, the two bats are like There are a lot of white hair growing in the big ears.

His eyes were full of blood, the water was gray and the nose was very big, just like the nose of a pig.

His waist was surrounded by a dirty rag, like the waist cloth used by men in the tropics to cover the body. In addition, the whole body was almost naked.

Ai Wen stunned, this guy should be the home-grown Elf Klipche, he was still thinking about when he could see each other.

Kreacher is like a statue, standing on the corner of the dark road and standing still.

He bent over, his head up, and looked at Sirius Black with amazement. His face was mixed with a strange expression that was unclear, and then he began to whisper with a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog.

"Poor old Kreacher saw what, the lost master who had disappeared for more than ten years came back, led a group of little donkeys back to spoil my mistress's house." Kreacher's voice is very slow, his eyes are full of disdain, he side Speaking, while staring at Sirius, as if instinctively asking him to do so.

"Long time no see, Kreacher, I didn't expect you to be alive." Sirius said calmly.

Although he saw an acquaintance, his voice was a little happy.

"Who is he?" Harry whispered.

"Kreacher, the house elf who serves the Black family." Sirius paused and added, "A crazy guy."

"The young master always likes to make some jokes. Klipche is not crazy. Kleiche just didn't see three young masters." The elf smashed again to Avon, Harry, and Hermione. Hey, then use the very light, but clear voice to say, "Kleiche smelled the smell of mud, if the poor hostess had knowledge, the young master actually brought such dregs into her house, she would What did Old Kreacher say, really shameful!"

"Shut up, Kreacher, don't ask them to be muddy in the future." Sirius shouted angrily.

"It's okay! This house elf doesn't seem to know what he is talking about." Hermione looked at Kreacher with fear. She stepped forward and tried to say, "Hello, Kreacher! I am Hermione Granger." This is Avon Mason, the one next to it is Harry Potter."

Seeing Hermione talking to him again, Kleiche’s two light-colored eyes suddenly widened, and the words in her mouth were more flamboyant than before.

"The monk brought back by the master actually talked to Kreacher again, pretending to be a casual, as if she were my friend, if the hostess of Kreacher saw him with such a person, oh she What will you say, think about it?"

"I will say it again, shut up, Kreacher!" said Sirius, gnashing his teeth.

Upon hearing the command of Sirius, Kreacher immediately closed his mouth.

He walked up from the dark passage, his eyes gliding over Hermione, Avon, and Harry, and then his eyes slammed wide, and he began to whisper again.

"Is this true? Is it really Harry Potter?! Kreacher saw the scar, it must be true, that is the boy who prevented the Dark Devils. Kreacher didn't know how he did it."

"We all know what is going on," Sirius said loudly.

"Kleche only knows that the young master has just returned from Azkaban." Kreacher's gaze turned back to Sirius. "My poor hostess, she vowed not to recognize his son, and now he is back. It is said that he is still a murderer."

"Sirius proved to be innocent, he did not kill, he is now a hero!" Hermione hurriedly explained.

"You don't need to tell him this!" Sirius stared at Kreacher very disgusted. "He won't listen. He used to be like this, a hateful house elf."

"How can the young master say Kreacher, Kreacher has never done anything out of the ordinary, Kreacher just obeys the master's orders, and works for the noble Black family for the rest of his life!" Kreacher said and bowed again, then lowered the voice. Mind opened, "Even if the young master did not kill, he is also a nasty, ungrateful billet that broke his mother's heart."

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher." Sirius said with a sigh of relief, "She lives entirely by resentment."

"In any case," Kleeche muttered indignantly. "The young master doesn't even give his mother a shoe sole. My poor hostess, if she sees the young master coming back, she will say how much she hated him. what!"

"Enough, what are you doing here?" Sirius said scornfully. "Don't think I don't know. As soon as we enter the house, you will find us."

"Kleiche is guarding the last legacy of the Black family." Kreacher bypassed Sirius and smashed the tapestry he had just been on the ground. "The young master is destroyed everywhere when he returns. If the tapestry is thrown away, the hostess It will never forgive Kreacher. It has been in this family for seven centuries. Kreacher must keep it. Kreacher must not let the young master and these three little nephews destroy the tapestry." .)