Chapter 460: Kreacher's change

"Slimy gypsies." Ron muttered.

Harry nodded and Ivan tugged gently on Sirius' sleeve.

Seeing Malfoy ruined everyone's mood a bit, but fortunately Lucius Malfoy wasn't here, or it would have been worse.

Not far from Malfoy's camp, a dark green tent was set up, covering a large area.

The tent was very elegant, with lots of striped silk, like a small palace.

Tapered spires rose up into the clouds, decorated with dark gold Black family ornaments; the crest of a mountain symbol, two pentagrams and a dagger, with two greyhounds leaping on either side. Below, was a beautiful golden text: THE NOBLE AND OLDEST HOUSE OF THE BLACK "TOUJOURS PUR".

The tent was more prominent than all the surrounding tents and was filled with the luxurious style of the Black family's past.

But considering the current status of the Black family, this tent and the above sentence were undoubtedly full of irony.

In fact, there was no one else in the noble and ancient House of Black but Sirius, Sirius who had also been removed from the family tree by his mother and was a "traitor" to the pureblood family, just like the Weasleys.

"This is my parents' tent. I didn't expect to use it..." Sirius said, looking around the store, all sorts of sentiment was shown by his expression.

He ducked down and walked in. Ivan, Harry and Ron followed him.

Ivan and Harry looked inside the store in dismay, under the illusion that they had returned to 12 Grimmauld Place.

The area was slightly smaller, but the general patterns were the same.

However, the surface of everything here had taken on a new look and was not as worn as 12 Grimmauld Place.

In the hallway leading to the foyer, the copper tray and copper plates were polished pink, and the wooden table was brightly polished.

Silver cups and saucers had been placed upon it, gleaming in the warm fire.

To one side were the dining room and bathroom, without the ghastly portrait of Mrs. Black, but a landscape painting.

Everything was extraordinarily warm.

The brown-black staircase covered with thick planks stretched upward, about three stories high.

The upstairs was filled with bedrooms. Like the outside, the space was narrower going up, but the decor was very elegant.

It was hard to imagine that this was actually a tent, not a vacation villa for a noble family.

Even if everyone went inside, there was space here, even better than the surroundings of the Burrow.

"Young Master, you're back!" A low, husky voice suddenly sounded like the cry of a bullfrog.

The house elf Kreacher came running. He was dressed in clean clothes and his ears were as white and fluffy as cotton.

After Regulus' ramshackle funeral, Ivan never saw old Kreacher again.

Sirius allowed him to live in the Hogwarts kitchen for a while, and Ivan also told Dobby to look after him.

But obviously he couldn't leave the Black family's empty and somewhat frightening old house. Soon, Kreacher was back there. Without Sirius's call, he would not go out and would have no contact with other people outside.

Now, Ivan found that Kreacher had changed a lot.

In his impression, Kreacher was always mad, and it was impossible to expect him to work and serve.

All day long, he guarded the legacy of the old Black family house and carried out the messy orders of Mrs. Black's portrait.

The greatest dream of this house was to cut off her head and nail it to the wall.

"Master Sirius, Master Harry, Master Ivan, young master, please remove your shoes!" Kreacher said,

"Knowing the young Masters are coming, Kreacher is preparing breakfast, would the Masters prefer a delicious stew or a syrupy tart?" He bowed deeply, looking up with his pair of large yellow eyes, and looked at Ivan eagerly.

After helping him find Regulus' body for burial, Kreacher's attitude towards Ivan had improved significantly.

Before, he would not take the initiative to speak. He always cursed Muggles and half-blood wizards.

"Oh my God!" Ron said in amazement, constantly looking around. "I've never seen a tent like this. And this house elf..."

"His name is Kreacher, and he's served the Black family for generations." Harry said, a little uncomfortably, too.

He remembered how mean Kreacher had been before, and now he was like a totally different house elf.

"Master, do you need coffee and hot rolls?" Kreacher continued. "Kreacher has prepared all

the rooms upstairs. My master can go upstairs and get some rest first."

"No, Kreacher!" Sirius said, "Pack up, we're going somewhere else."

"Are you going elsewhere?!" Kreacher said hesitantly. "Young master, it's good here! Miss Narcissa is right next door. She has just come to see Kreacher with Master Malfoy. Just like before, she's still so kind, so warm, and treats..."

"SHUT UP You have one minute to do everything!" Sirius shouted. His face was particularly sad when he heard that Narcissa had been here.

About twenty minutes later, Ivan and the others took the tent to Mr. Weasley's camp.

Kreacher followed, muttering something under his breath, and looking particularly aggrieved.

It seemed that it was impossible for master and servant to get along.

Next to the camp, Mr. Weasley and his family had already set up a crooked tent.

"You're back, let me see, this tent is very large, fortunately we have enough room here." Mr. Weasley said, "Let's make it quick and then we need time to cook."

Although using magic or letting Kreacher do it might take only a minute to build the tent, Mr. Weasley insisted that they do it themselves the Muggle way.

Ivan was sure that if Muggles could use magic, they would never choose to work so hard.

Sirius' tent was very large and its structure was more complicated. By the time they finished, it was almost noon.

During this period, they saw more familiar faces, other Hogwarts students with their families.

Since it was the only way to get to the Quidditch World Cup final pitch, they had to stop by.

Among them, Ivan spotted Oliver Wood, the former captain of the Gryffindor House Quidditch team, who had just graduated from Hogwarts.

He excitedly told them that he had just been signed by Puddlemere United's reserve team.

For Wood, this was a success. With Harry's outstanding performance, Gryffindor house won the Quidditch Academy Cup last semester.

This was the first time in over a decade. Slytherin had won the championship before.

This feat earned Wood many points, allowing him to successfully enter Puddlemere United.