Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 189 Kreacher’s Terror

“Doesn’t the master hate this place? Why do you want to come back?”

Kreacher couldn’t resist Sirius Black’s actions, so he could only retreat to the side, but he was still grumbling resentfully.

“Do you think I would be happy to come back? Back to this place that keeps getting dark and dirty?”

Sirius Black sneered and strode towards the room.

“The master always likes his little jokes.”

Kreacher bowed again, and continued to whisper, “The owner is a dirty, uncomfortable pig, which broke his mother’s heart…”

“My mother has no heart, Kreacher!”

Sirius Black suddenly turned around, staring sharply at Kreacher, and shouted, “She only cares about herself! And the glory of Black in her mouth!”

When he spoke, Kreacher bowed again as if conditioned, and whispered angrily:

“No matter what the master says, the master is not worthy to wipe her boots. Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher continue to serve him? She hates the master so much, how disappointing he is. ——”

“always like this.”

Sirius Black smiled angrily. He squinted and said coldly, “I don’t want to talk nonsense with you. Don’t force me to give you a piece of clothing or something… Get out of it.”

There was a panic on Kreacher’s face, and he subconsciously moved aside. But when he saw Ulysses following behind Sirius Black, he began to mumble again:

“Oh! Where did the kid… Brought back by the owner, a dirty hairy boy… He wants to enter the family library… How can this be done? It’s not compliant…”

“However, you did not cause the task assigned to you by your Young Master.”

Ulysses glanced at it lightly, but the words were like a hammer in Kreacher’s heart. Its eyes widened, it looked a little funny, and there was an unexplained ho-ho sound in its throat, as if it had lost its soul in horror.

“Come in quickly, talking to it is a waste of tongue, it won’t listen…”

Sirius Black shouted in the study, turned on the light, and the dim light came on.

“I will deal with the locket the next day, remember to open the door for me.”

Ulysses left a word to Kreacher in a low voice, and walked in quickly.

“Do they really help Harry?”

Two hours later, Sirius Black looked at the thick stack of magic books stacked on the table and asked solemnly.

A dust rose, the book was as dirty as a wooden table, and he didn’t want to pay attention to anything.

“Of course, at least I can be sure that Voldemort left Harry with a soul problem.”

There was also a lot of dust on Ulysses’ robe, but he didn’t care and said with a smile.

Sirius Black saw that the scar on Harry’s forehead was inextricably related to Voldemort. During his secret observation, he saw several times that Harry was stung by the scar, so he asked Ulysses for help. , See if there is a way to solve this problem.

On the way to Black House, Ulysses told Sirius Black about Voldemort’s resurgence, including Harry’s first grade Philosopher’s Stone incident, and Professor Snape’s reminder of his Albania trail.

“But… can magic patterns also come in handy?”

Sirius Black said hesitantly.

“Since you are helping, you must be paid?”

Ulysses squinted at him.

This trip did not come in vain. These soul-related books were very helpful to him, not to mention the magicweave classics stored in the Black family library.

The collection of books between the families certainly cannot be shared, and Ulysses can be regarded as gaining some of the heritage of the Black family.

“Okay. Then put them away and leave here. I hate this house, whether it was before or now…”

…

In school recently, Ron has become a celebrity. For the first time in his life, he received more attention than Harry. Ron obviously liked this feeling. Although he was still in shock because of the events of the previous night, as long as someone came to ask, he was always happy to tell the story of his adventures in detail.

“At the time I fell asleep… I heard the sound of tearing things suddenly, you know? But there was another cold wind blowing… I woke up, but one side of the tent was torn off… He stood in front of me like A skeleton, a large amount of dirty hair… holding an old knife, it must be twelve inches… I yelled, and he ran away…”

When he finished, the second-year girls who had been listening to his creepy story talked to each other and walked away.

“But why?”

After they walked away, Ron asked Harry, “Why is he running?”

To be honest, Harry was also puzzled.

Black went to the wrong bed, why not kill Ron and then continue to look for him? Twelve years ago, it was proved that Black didn’t care about killing innocents. This time he faced several unarmed boys, four of whom were still asleep.

“Probably because I was afraid that I would be caught if I didn’t have time to escape after the incident.”

Ron shook his head and guessed, “He must kill all the students in the college to get out of the portrait hole… and then he will meet the professor…”

Another thing that caught the attention of the small group was Ulysses’ reappearing at the long table in Slytherin.

If it’s okay for a few days, it hasn’t appeared for half a month, enough to be noticed by all the students in the same grade. His whereabouts has also become a topic that is not big or small, until Ulysses’s figure appeared, it was regarded as stopping the curiosity of the students.

But the protagonist this morning is undoubtedly Neville Longbottom.

Professor McGonagall was furious at him, forbidding him to go to Hogsmeade in the future, putting him in confinement, and not allowing anyone to tell him the password to enter the tower. He can only stay outside the common room every night, waiting eagerly for someone to take him in, while the troll security guards are still mocking him with malicious words.

The school owl flew into the hall, as usual. A huge barn owl stopped in front of Neville with a scarlet envelope in its mouth, making him dumbfounded.

At the reminder of the experienced Ron, he grabbed the envelope and ran out of the hall like holding a bomb. The Slytherin students beside Ulysses all laughed.

Soon, everyone heard this roaring letter talking in the front hall—it was Neville’s grandmother’s voice, which was a hundred times louder than usual. She screamed and condemned Neville for bringing the whole family. Here comes the shame.

Ulysses squinted and watched. At this moment, he also received a letter. At first glance, it can be seen that it is very different from other envelopes-it is full of postmarks.