Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 458 It's just the master's task.
Although the Dursleys did not attend Harry's birthday party, they did send him a birthday present.

A beautiful porcelain tea set.

This thing has both good aesthetic appeal and practical value.

For Harry, their greatest advantage was their quietness.

Unlike the teacup at 12 Grimmauld Place, which would remind Harry and Sirius by jumping up and down and bumping their heads if the tea or beverage in the cup wasn't drunk for a while.

Of course, the Dursleys would never have been so generous in the past.

As Lily's older sister, Petunia had only given Lily a strange vase—which was then smashed by one-year-old Harry on his flying broomstick—but fortunately, Muggle items that had just been damaged could be restored to their original state with a repair charm.

However, with Sherlock's help, the Dursleys' relationship with Harry has been repaired, so there's no need for that anymore.

More importantly, the birthday gift Harry gave Dudley pleased them greatly.

By the way, Dudley's birthday is June 23rd, a month earlier than Harry's.

On his birthday, Harry was still living on Privet Drive and was invited to his birthday party—something unthinkable before.

Harry also had a good time that day.

The original birthday gift I gave him was a new candy from Honeydukes.

Dudley was naturally delighted, but Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon confiscated it and gave it to Dudley's other friends.

Dudley is currently on a diet—as required by the school—because there are no more pants he can fit into in the school uniform.

However, Daddy's diet plan was not very successful.

The day before Dudley's birthday, Aunt Penny found his stash of doughnuts in his room.

They warned him that if he continued to misbehave, they would stop giving him pocket money.

In a fit of anger, Dudley threw his game console out the window.

Harry felt he had acted impulsively.

Because when he finds himself feeling down, he can no longer play "Destroy All III" to pass the time.

So Dudley turned to Harry for help.

When his cousin asked him for help for the first time in his life, Harry was very generous and wrote a letter to Sirius Black.

Without hesitation, Sirius sent over the weight-loss drug that Dali had tried before.

It is illegal to give magical items to Muggle families.

The Office for Prohibiting the Abuse of Magic is in charge of this.

However, the current head of this office is Rufus Fudge, who is the nephew of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.

He was very clear about the inside story of the deal between his uncle Fudge and Sirius, so naturally he wouldn't meddle.

In this way, the result can be described as a win-win situation for everyone.

The weight loss potion worked wonders, and Dali was finally able to fit into the pants in the school uniform.

He was finally free from the strict diet restrictions that the nurses at Smetin School had sent him.

However, weight loss pills are not a panacea.

It has certain negative effects.

Sirius Black also pointed this out in his reply.

However, judging from the Dursleys' demeanor, they probably don't care.

"So that's it..."

After hearing Harry recount what had happened, Lupin shook his head secretly.

Growing up in an environment like the Dursleys', it's no exaggeration to say that Harry has developed such qualities; he remains untainted by the mud.

Next comes the grand celebration.

Dean and Luna collaborated and sang an impromptu song for everyone.

Luna's ethereal vocals, combined with Dean's unique rap and dance, received high praise.

The Weasley twins put on a very entertaining indoor fireworks show.

Sirius Black, as the host, gave a brief speech, thanking everyone for taking time out of their busy schedules to attend Harry's fourteenth birthday party.

After he finished speaking, Kreacher staggered out from the depths of the kitchen carrying a huge chocolate cake decorated with burning gold candles.

Under Harry's orders, the Black family's house-elf used all of Harry's culinary skills, which he had suppressed for many years.

The cake itself exuded a rich, sweet aroma, and its design was surprisingly exquisite, with even the details of the piping being done meticulously, drawing exclamations of admiration from everyone present.

However, Kreacher's cloudy eyes were not looking at the cake.

He stared blankly at everyone in the room, his gaze unfocused, muttering broken, incoherent words:
"That wretched old spendthrift, leading her little brat to ruin my mistress's house."

Oh, my poor mistress, if she knew what kind of scum they had brought into her house, what would she say to old Kreacher?

Oh, what a disgrace, Mudblood, werewolf, outsider… Poor old Kreacher, what could he do…”

"Kreacher, shut up and put the cake on the table right now!"

Harry quickly replied upon hearing this.

How could he have forgotten about this?

Some time has passed since Sherlock gave that advice, and now Kreacher is completely obedient to him.

Ultimately, once a clear order is given, even if one is unwilling in their heart and says no, their body still has to obey. As Sherlock previously pointed out, Harry's attitude was much milder compared to Sirius.

He never had any prejudice against house-elves, nor did he feel an instinctive aversion to Kreacher like Sirius Black did.

In addition, Harry has quite good language skills.

Although he, like Sirius Black, scoffed at the Black family's actions, he showed his approval of the Black family in front of Kreacher.

Didn't you, Kreacher, believe that the Black family's life was dedicated to this cause?

Alright, I, Harry Potter, am Sirius Black's godson and a member of the Black family.

Surprisingly, this tactic actually worked on Kreacher.

So after a period of adjustment, Kreacher was no longer as resistant to Harry's orders as he had been at the beginning.

Even the nonsensical ramblings that usually come out at the drop of a hat have decreased significantly.

Of course, another reason is that, in Kreacher's view, Harry is, after all, a pure-blood wizard.

His father, James, and mother, Lily, were both wizards.

The situation would be different if Sirius had Kreacher obeyed a half-blood wizard or a Muggle-born wizard.

This is fully demonstrated today.

There are so many people here today.

Half-blood wizards like Dean and Cho Chang were already considered inferior in Kreacher's eyes.

Not to mention wizards who are Muggle-born, such as Sherlock and Hermione.

On the contrary, Muggles like the Holmes couple and the Granger couple were completely ignored and didn't even have the right to be insulted.

Harry hadn't thought of this beforehand, and before he knew it, he had blurted out the strange thing in front of all the guests.

However, at Harry's command, Kreacher immediately shut up and reluctantly placed the cake on the table.

"Did Kreacher make this?"

Hermione exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the exquisitely designed cake, "Kreacher, your cooking skills are amazing!"

Upon hearing Hermione's words, Ginny quickly said, "Hermione, no—!"

Unfortunately it's too late.

"Huh? That Mudblood is talking to Kreacher like she's my friend."

Kreacher looked surprised and rambled on, "If Kreacher's mistress saw him with someone like that, oh, what would she say—"

"Kreacher, you're not allowed to call anyone Mudblood again!"

Harry reacted quickly and immediately gave Kreacher an order.

Kreacher immediately shut up and backed away, his gaze towards Hermione filled with obvious disgust.

"He spoke to Kreacher, which Kreacher wouldn't allow. What will the mistress say?"

Harry: "..."

"Alright, Kreacher, you should go back to your room and rest. We don't need you here for now."

Harry rubbed his temples, looking a bit of a headache, and said this.

The house-elf bowed slightly to Harry, then Apparated with a familiar snap.

"Harry, what's going on...?"

Everyone who witnessed this was quite surprised, because they all knew that Kreacher was a house-elf of the Black family, and should only listen to Sirius Black.

But judging from what just happened, Harry's words had the same effect on it as Sirius Black's.

"Is this Master's mission?"

Aside from Sherlock, Harry, and Sirius, who knew the truth, the one who reacted the fastest was surprisingly Zhuge Dali.

She glanced at Harry and Sirius, "I think it must have been Mr. Black who granted Harry the same rights."

"That's right, dear Ms. Zhuge!"

For some reason, Sirius Black treated the Zhang couple with unusual enthusiasm.

Upon hearing Zhuge Dali speak, he immediately took the initiative to explain:
“I made Kreacher obey all of Harry’s orders unconditionally. Well, judging from his performance over this period, he is indeed more suitable to be that guy’s master than I am.”

Sirius shrugged as he spoke:

"Before this incident, that guy never cooked."

"That's a great idea."

Hermione looked at Sherlock with gratitude and admiration in her eyes, "You must have come up with this, right?"

“My dear Hermione, I was just making a suggestion; the actual implementation is up to Harry—but judging from the current situation, he’s clearly doing a good job.”

"Alright, alright, can we stop talking about house-pocket monsters?"

Ron grumbled, "I'm starving! Old Ha, hurry up and make a wish and blow out the candles!"

Mrs. Weasley glared at her good-for-nothing gluttonous son, but Ron, whose mind was entirely focused on the cake, didn't notice.

Harry made a wish in his heart and then blew out a breath.

(End of this chapter)