A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 735 The Ignored Anne

The old, nearly decaying house-elf in front of me must be the... Kreacher that Sirius Black was talking about.

In Sirius's words:

It is the epitome of the evil of the Black family.

It really did resemble a madman, hunched over, dragging its feet, wandering around step by step, like a decaying ghost.

It muttered in a hoarse, deep voice like a bullfrog:

"A friend of that wicked scumbag master is secretly standing at Master Regulus's door."

They're just like that thief from Mundungus; they're definitely trying to steal something.

Kreacher rubbed his eyes and whispered:

"My poor mistress, if she knew from the afterlife what she would say to old Kreacher about her son bringing scum into the house."

Mudbloods, werewolves, liars, and thieves—poor old Kreacher, what can he do…?

"What are you saying? Speak up, Kreacher," Hermione asked with concern. "Are you unable to walk?"

She looked at Kreacher, who seemed so old, and assumed he was unwell and needed help.

But Kreacher's light-colored eyes suddenly widened, and he began to mutter faster than before.

"The Mudbloods are talking to Kreacher as if she were my friend."

What would Kreacher's mistress say if she saw him speaking to someone like that?

William raised his finger, about to shut Kreacher up, when a furious roar came from behind him.

"Shut up, Kreacher! If I hear 'Mudblood' from your mouth again, I'll kick you out of here!"

Sirius walked over, raised his fist, and glared angrily at Kreacher.

As soon as Kreacher saw Sirius, he immediately bowed deeply, so low that it was almost comical, his large, pig-like nose flattened on the ground.

"Get up now," Sirius said impatiently. "Didn't I tell you not to come near my room?"

"Kreacher's cleaning up," the elf said, glaring at him with hatred. "Kreacher has served the noble Black family his entire life."

"So, the house gets dirtier every day, and you clean it like this?" Sirius said dismissively.

"Young Master always likes to crack a little joke." Kreacher bowed again, then lowered his voice and muttered:

"The young master is a despicable, ungrateful scoundrel who has broken his mother's heart—"

(End of this chapter)