Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Kreacher!" Sirius jumped on the spot angrily, "We agreed that you wouldn't ask about this matter!"

The old house elf sighed deeply, the breath was long and sad, the listeners were sad, and the listeners shed tears, "The Miss St. Mungo before was very good. She was a healer and had a good family background. If the young master By marrying her, Kreacher won't have to worry about the young master having a headache or fever after he leaves."

As he spoke, the elf deliberately wiped the corners of his eyes that were devoid of any liquid, as if he thought it was a bit bad, so he snapped his fingers, and a small stream of clear water appeared out of thin air, pouring water on Kreacher's forehead.

Now, it felt like crying. Kreacher thought so, took out a square towel and wiped his bare forehead.

Sirius' whole body felt bad.

Are you forcing a marriage?

Right, right?

You also used a magic spell to conjure up a lot of "tears"! Why don't you cut an onion and bury yourself!

Sirius was furious, but there was nothing he could do about Kreacher.

Lupine had already burst into laughter. It took him a long time to calm down. He had not laughed so happily for many years. As a werewolf, it was not a good thing to be too emotional. It would make him unable to help but change. body.

As if to forcefully change the subject, Sirius hurriedly grabbed the clay pot, "Come on, come on, tell me, where have you seen this clay pot?"

Kreacher sighed helplessly and said, "It's Mrs. Weasley's soup pot."

"Hey, when you say that, it seems..." Sirius was stunned for a moment, looking at the jar in his hand, he couldn't help but shudder. It seemed, it seemed that it was indeed Molly's jar?

Lu Ping rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "So, it seems to be true. I remember when handmade pottery was popular, Molly and Lily made many jars together..."

Sirius looked at the soup pot in his arms and swallowed, "What I received was a sugar bowl, but every time I put the sugar in and wanted to take it out, a lot of foxes would come out."

"So, what I received was a dipping sauce dish..." Lupine shrugged, "Every time I tried to pour ketchup into it, it turned into a black sauce, and it tasted weird. .”

The two looked at each other and both looked at the jar in their hands.

"So, this is really Molly's soup pot?" Sirius looked puzzled, "But why do you see Molly's soup pot here?"

Lupine shook his head, "I don't know either... Anyway, let's go find Arthur first."

"You're right." Sirius nodded in agreement, "Arthur will definitely know something."

The two people hugged the soup pot and left. At this time, the little wizards who had returned from fetching water also returned. So when they entered the tent, they saw two grown men holding a funny-looking soup pot. stupid.

"Hey, didn't Mrs. Weasley make this soup pot herself?" Robert asked doubtfully, "Why do you also have one, Sirius?"

Sirius looked at the soup pot in his arms and said speechlessly, "Which of you is holding this soup pot? We just picked it up on the ground, but it was broken."

"Ron was holding it." Fred asked doubtfully, "Didn't you see Ron?"

Sirius shrugged, "No, we found it outside a wizard's tent."

"Outside a tent?" The little wizards were all a little confused.

Could it be that Ron went to someone's tent to visit an acquaintance?

Kreacher stood up at this time and saluted everyone, "Young gentlemen, hello, Miss Granger."

Hermione's eyes widened and she looked up and down for a while before finally saying, "Kreacher, you are Kreacher! You look much more energetic now than before! This is really great!"

Indeed, although Kreacher's skin still looks loose, his clothes are much better than the old rag wrapped around him. He is wearing a somewhat short butler's clothes, and the small leather shoes on his feet are shiny. , with neat stacks of square scarves pinned to his breast pockets, and a straight waist. If it weren't for his short stature, he would be an authentic butler from a corrupt country.

On the other hand, Sirius was unkempt and slovenly. A corner of his shirt was hanging out of his trousers, and there was a circle of strange-colored dirt around the trousers. His cuffs were covered with unknown sauce, and his waist was slightly arched. Looks very unorganized.

Hermione fell silent.

She suddenly understood why Kreacher kept talking about how his young master had disgraced the pure-blood nobles every day. The two of them standing together really tested the nerves of patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder!

But this was not the time to complain about the master and servant. Hermione coughed dryly and asked, "Kreacher, please, have you seen Ron?"

"Miss Granger is still so gentle and humble." Kreacher said with emotion. He glanced at his young master from the corner of his eye, which almost made Sirius almost explode. "We didn't see the young master of the Weasley family, but Kreacher felt that He should have disappeared near there."

"Disappeared?" Hermione's eyes widened, "Has he been taken away?"

"Kreacher can only tell that the young master placed the jar outside a certain tent, and that the jar was taken away by several young masters and ladies." Kreacher said firmly, "If Miss Granger If you want to know where Young Master Weasley put the jar, Kreacher can help find it."

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? Thank you, Kreacher! Please help us find Ron! If he gets lost, we will be in trouble!"

At this time, Mrs. Weasley was preparing lunch in the kitchen. She didn’t know that Ron ran away instead of fetching water. Mr. Weasley said worriedly, “No, no, no, this matter should be left to us three adults. Well, if you get lost looking for Ron, Molly will definitely not let us go."

"We are not children anymore, Mr. Weasley." Hermione said with a serious expression, "We solved the Hogwarts Express flying accident..."

"Ah -" Mr. Weasley suddenly shouted, interrupting Hermione's attempt to continue, "You are right, we really shouldn't let you stay outside, so let's come together and help. "

Sirius and Lupine, who were confused by his actions, wanted to stop him very much, "Hey, Arthur, what nonsense are you talking about, they are still children!"

"It doesn't matter, children need to grow up too!" Mr. Weasley defended with a guilty conscience. He had already seen Hermione narrowing her eyes, wanting to reveal something, so he quickly raised the curtain and walked out, "Anyway, let's hurry up Start looking! Just start from the place Kreacher mentioned..."