Chapter 259: Kreacher's Treatment

Afterward, they didn't talk about the Horcruxes anymore and sat down to chat with the other children.

"Kreacher, hurry up and prepare afternoon tea for me, and don't look at me with that bitter face of yours, Kreacher."

Sirius leaned on the armrest of the sofa and shouted carelessly at Kreacher, who was wiping the portrait of the previous family head in the corridor.

Kreacher wiped the edge of the picture frame hard with a rag, a muffled grunt rolled out of his throat, but he still turned and dragged his feet toward the kitchen.

John watched from the side, feeling strange.

"Sirius, are you treating Kreacher so well now?"

If you really want to say it, this actually doesn't count as good.

But compared to those angry rebukes in the past, this was a world of difference.

"It's just because he and my stupid brother still have some contribution."

Sirius curled his lips and said, just refusing to admit the change in his attitude toward Kreacher and Regulus.

After all, the pendant box was exchanged for Regulus's life, and Kreacher had been loyal for more than a decade.

Even if he hated them again, he eventually softened his attitude.

Speaking of this, John remembered something.

"Oh right, Kreacher is also someone who knows. Sirius, you must make him stay in the Order of the Phoenix obediently, and he is not allowed to go anywhere."

John urged Sirius again.

"Hmm... makes sense."

"My cousin Narcissa is Voldemort's person now. If he runs over and talks too much, it would be bad."

Sirius raised his eyebrows when he heard this and nodded.

Narcissa was Lucius Malfoy's wife, now surnamed Malfoy, but still had the Black bloodline.

If a house-elf was driven out by its master, it might subconsciously look for someone with the same bloodline as the master to seek shelter.

When Kreacher walked over with a silver tray, Sirius spoke to Kreacher again.

"Kreacher, without my permission, you are not allowed to go out privately, especially not to reveal anything that happened here to anyone—including any member of the Black family, understand?"

Kreacher lowered his eyelids, his withered fingers tightly gripping the edge of the tray: "Yes... Master."

With this order, Kreacher, this uncertain factor, was finally slightly suppressed.

Although he was a bit rebellious, he still couldn't disobey his master's orders.

At this time, Hermione walked over and sat down beside John.

"What are you two chatting about? Kreacher, hello."

Hermione first asked the two of them, and then turned to greet Kreacher.

Kreacher's ear tips twitched slightly, and he muttered in his mouth: "... dirty Mudblood..."

Hermione wasn't angry, just sighed softly.

John, however, didn't indulge him and punched Kreacher hard on the forehead.

Kreacher staggered back half a step and wanted to say something, but was scared away by John's raised fist and ran away without looking back.

"Alright John, it's okay, don't hit him."

Hermione raised her hand and pressed it on John's shoulder to stop him.

"Hermione, you are just too soft-hearted."

"I don't object to you respecting house-elves, but you can't indulge them either."

Hermione, however, shook her head.

"A house-elf's attitude toward people mostly depends on the master's attitude and the inheritance of generations."

"The house-elves of the Black family have all lived under the influence of pure-bloodism for generations, which is why they have such a strong concept of pure-blood supremacy."

"It can't be blamed on them at all."

Fine, what Hermione said made sense, so John had to give up.

"But next time he calls out like that, I will still hit him."

"Now is not the past; he needs to learn new rules."

John leaned on the sofa and said slowly.

Hermione didn't object to this point.

Essentially, it was because he treated Kreacher as one of his own that he wanted to correct his mistakes.

If he didn't care, he wouldn't bother to manage him.

However, John just simply couldn't stand others scolding Hermione.

After Voldemort was solved and the Order of the Phoenix was disbanded, he probably wouldn't bring Hermione here again.

The dinner party in the evening was very lively.

Everyone sat around the long table, enjoying the big meal made by Mrs. Weasley, and toasted to Mr. Weasley's discharge.

Although Harry didn't want to admit it, he was indeed Mr. Weasley's savior.

It is said that when Mr. Weasley was sent for emergency treatment at that time, the healer said that Mr. Weasley was almost gone.

Behind this calm appearance, the Weasley family almost lost a father.

So Mr. Weasley also took his family to toast Harry.

It wasn't until the dinner ended that everyone dispersed one after another and returned to their rooms to rest.

Then came the next day, the day to officially return to school.

Early in the morning, at the dining table.

The children had already changed into their school uniforms, put on black cloaks, and were ready to go to the station together after breakfast.

At this time, John walked in, wearing the cloak Hermione gave him, looking very spirited.

Seeing this scene, Hermione immediately blushed and didn't dare to look directly at John.

Ever since this idiot received her cloak, he always had to show it off from time to time.

Yesterday, it was her strong request that John not run around in the Muggle world wearing a wizard cloak, so he reluctantly changed into a Muggle coat.

But today was the day school started, and she really had no reason to stop him.

John deliberately shook his cloak, and the black and blue cloak shook, looking very good.

He didn't speak, just kept posing there.

But everyone looked at him with strange expressions.

Mr. Weasley, who had intended to greet him, also paused.

What's wrong with this child?

He was a very steady person yesterday, why is he like a fool today?

"John, you..."

In the end, Harry couldn't stand it anymore and took the lead to ask what was wrong.

John immediately came to Harry's side and held the cloak up in front of him.

"Oh, Harry, how did you know that Hermione specially made me a unique and gorgeous cloak?"

"Uh... no, I didn't know..."

Harry was confused by John and subconsciously hid backward.

Others looked at Hermione one after another.

However, at this time, Hermione had already covered her face and buried her head under the table, leaving only the ear tips that were red enough to drip blood exposed.

Everyone immediately understood what kind of nonsense this guy John was playing.

It turned out he was here to show off the cloak Hermione gave him...

Being with John, this child Hermione is quite hard...

Mr. Weasley thought so. ===== CHAPTER 260 =====