The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 583 Loyla, the Caring Sister

"Young Master—they don't understand you—they're all ingrates—they don't know you—"

In the attic of the Black family mansion, Kreacher sat alone in a corner, his body trembling as he spoke in a low voice, tears streaming down his face.

"Kreacher will protect your secret, Kreacher will definitely—will succeed—"

"...

Loila and the other two stood silently behind Kreacher, listening to the house-elf's sad sobs.

"Kreacher—Kreacher—" Sirius spoke, his lips pursed, his voice trembling slightly.

"What—what do you know?"

"—" Kreacher didn't speak, but silently wiped away his tears, then turned to look at Sirius: "Young Master—Young Master shouldn't know these things—Young Master shouldn't know these things—"

"Damn it—" Sirius cursed under his breath upon hearing Kreacher's reply. He was about to step forward to do something in anger, but Loila gently reached out and stopped him.

"Miss Hamilton?"

This action, which was quite out of character for Loila, startled Sirius for a moment.

"I—please let me talk to him—okay?" Ior's eyes were incredibly sincere as she bit her lip and said to Sirius, "We can't always—always think about using violence."

Loila didn't think Sirius would gain anything by rushing in and brutally attacking Kreacher, especially since Kreacher was crying.

Loila felt that no matter what, it was wrong to do this to someone who was so sad.

So she bit her lip, took a few steps closer, and then bent down and squatted down next to Kreacher.

Seeing Loila approach, Kreacher instinctively took a few steps back, but since he was already standing in the corner, it seemed he had nowhere left to retreat.

Loila didn't speak. She just pursed her lips and looked at the house-elf in front of her, whose face was still wet with tears. After a few seconds of silence, she opened her arms slightly and hugged Kreacher.

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Not only Kreacher, but Sirius and Tonks were also stunned, seemingly unable to believe their eyes.

Kreacher was a house-elf, a being far inferior to wizards—in fact, from their earliest memories, house-elves had always served wizards.

They're filthy, you can't just take off their clothes or clean themselves however you want—and sometimes they're a bit neurotic.

It's fair to say that the vast majority of wizards dislike house-elves.

However, it is clear that Loila is not included.

On the contrary, Loila never felt that house-elves were inferior to others—she had never seen house-elves since she was a child, and only learned about them after she arrived in Durmstrang.

Then she discovered that Durmstrang's students treated house-elves and herself in roughly the same way—

As a half-Veep, her status in Durmstrang seemed to be similar to that of a house-elves.

Aside from being somewhat elusive and a little scary, Loila even felt that house-elves were the same kind of beings as herself—both disliked by wizards.

Of course, although things changed somewhat after arriving at Hogwarts, Roy's attitude towards house-elves remained the same. She always felt that these seemingly small creatures were no different from herself.

And—sometimes they even seem to be better than me, don't they?

Seeing Kreacher constantly crying, Loila couldn't help but feel she should give him a hug, even though it was a bit bold—bold enough that she wouldn't normally do it.

"Miss Hamilton—why—why are you hugging—Kreacher?"

The house-elf, held in Loila's arms, burst into tears. He couldn't help but ask, "Kreacher is just—just a house-elf—"

"And Kreacher doesn't like you—he doesn't like your appearance—he doesn't like that you're mixed-race—he doesn't like that you're the ungrateful young master's guest—"

"Why—why do this?"

"Because—because you're crying—" Loila whispered.

This reason might be enough for her.

Because Kreacher is crying, isn't he? Isn't comforting him the obvious thing to do? As for his constant self-criticism—Roy felt that compared to anything he'd ever heard before, those words weren't even considered insults—

When she cried, her parents would hold her and comfort her, and Muller would sit silently beside her—Loira was very grateful for what they had done—and because of this, Loira wanted to do the same—

Although we're not facing humans, it seems—it doesn't seem like anything special, does it?

However, Kreacher cried even harder upon hearing this. With Royla at a loss for what to do, he cried even more, his snot and tears making Royla wonder if she had done something wrong.

Shouldn't we feel—feel a warm feeling in our hearts?

Why are you crying even harder?

Loila pursed her lips and looked at Tonks and Sirius, whose faces bore the same confusion as hers.

It seems finding outside help is impossible—if only Mr. Lupin, Luna, or Ms. Shiloh were here—

"Um—Mr. Kreacher—" Loila pursed her lips and said softly, "So you're willing to tell me—tell me what happened?"

"If we knew—what happened—we could avenge Regulus—we could—we could defeat Voldemort." Loila said everything she could think of; being clumsy with words, she could only express her thoughts directly.

"Kreacher—Master Regulus—" Kreacher tried to say something while wiping away his tears, but it was clear that his sobbing made it impossible for him to form a coherent sentence.

Looking at the house-elf in front of her, Loila pursed her lips, loosened her arms slightly, and then carefully pulled out a headband from the book in her arms.

"Kreacher—if—if you'd like, wear this headband." Loila thought for a moment and explained, "Through this headband, I can see—see what happened before."

"Everything."

"————" Kreacher did not hesitate. Almost the next second, he took the headband from Loila's hand and put it on his head. The next second, he stopped crying and stood quietly in place.

Loila quickly put on the other headband, and as she felt a slight weight on her head, a faint silver mist began to appear in front of her.