Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 642: Back to Number 2 Grimmauld Place

Chapter 642 Returning to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place

Because it was the weekend, it wasn't considered school time—when Dumbledore gave this reason, Sirius was at a loss for words and couldn't refute it.

"Just kidding," Dumbledore said again. "The main reason is that it's safe this time, and we won't encounter any danger. If you agree, come to me; we should still have time to get there now."

"Attending Regulus's memorial service?" Siren asked as he walked over.

"Of course not," said Dumbledore. "That will happen tomorrow."

"But you just told Professor Slughorn that you were taking me to do something important—isn't this it?"

"I just thought you probably wouldn't want to attend Horace's dinner party, so I made up an excuse for you to decline," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Many people dislike attending his kind of dinner parties, but he himself always seems to enjoy them."

Xilun nodded silently.

"Besides, I can't stay at the school all the time," Dumbledore continued. "If I take you there today, we won't have to make a special trip tomorrow, which will save a lot of time."

Xilun raised an eyebrow, wondering how much time Apparition could save.

However, since Dumbledore had said so, he still went over.

"Will Fox take us there?" Siron asked nervously—he had once been taken back to the Burrow from Voldemort's swamp by Fox, and to be honest, it wasn't a pleasant experience.

"No need to trouble Fawkes, I can get you there myself, Apparition," Dumbledore said. "I know you've mastered Apparition, but both the school and Grimmauld Place have anti-Charm spells, so it's better if I take control."

"You just need to hold onto my arm tightly. My left arm—" Dumbledore reminded him, "You've probably noticed, my other arm isn't feeling too good."

Siren unconsciously glanced at Dumbledore's right hand, which resembled a withered tree branch. He was somewhat glad that he had put Silvermane into the shapeshifting lizard skin bag beforehand, otherwise it would probably have started causing trouble again.

Siren grabbed Dumbledore's outstretched left arm.

"Very good," said Dumbledore. "Then, let's go."

It was as if a tremendous suction force had drawn them into a narrow rubber tube. However, having mastered Apparition, Siren had grown accustomed to the sensation.

A moment later, all his senses returned, and Siren found himself standing in the foyer of Black’s old house.

Since this place became the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, it has been very busy every day, with people coming and going, and there is rarely a quiet time.

But today there was not a sound at all. The huge house seemed to be shrouded in heavy dark clouds, making it so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

However, the sound of Apparition still alarmed many people.

Remus Lupin was the first to run over, and only after seeing that it was Dumbledore did he breathe a sigh of relief and slowly put down his wand.

Lupin didn't verify Dumbledore's authenticity. Only Dumbledore could Apparate directly into a room protected by the Faithful Charm.

Even if such a wizard truly exists, it doesn't really matter whether the other party is real or fake, because they certainly wouldn't be a match for him.

Then, Mr. Weasley and Sirius Black also came out of another room.

Sirius noticed that he had changed into a simple black robe and his eyes were red, indicating that he had just been crying.

"Sirlen, Kreacher told me everything," he said, choking back tears. "That disgusting old dog, it never told me any of this before. I should have chopped its head off and hung it on the wall!"

For some reason, Sirius suddenly became irritable and turned to run away.

Mr. Weasley and Lupin skillfully came up behind him and grabbed his arms, one on each side.

"Calm down, Sirius."

"If you say that, that house-elf will really cut off his own head!"

"That's wonderful!" Sirius struggled, shouting hysterically in one direction, "How could it come back on its own? How dare it leave Regulus in that cold lake!"

Mr. Weasley and Lupin exchanged a glance, then simultaneously yanked Sirius into a room and slammed the door shut.

The two moved with practiced ease, and it seemed they had done this more than once before.

"Actually, this can't be blamed on Kreacher." Mrs. Weasley came out of another room, her eyes also red.

"Regrus's order to it was to go home and find a way to destroy the locket. As a house-elf, it could not disobey this order."

"Ah, I understand." Sirius nodded slightly, but at the same time he could also understand Sirius.

House-elves' Apparition is a special innate magic, meaning that Kreacher could have taken Regulus away, but Regulus's last command to him was to go home immediately.

It's hard to say who's right and who's wrong in this matter.

Later, in another room, Celen found Kreacher, dressed in a worn but relatively clean tea towel, standing motionless before the Black family genealogy tapestry like an ugly sculpture. His cloudy eyes were fixed on the last name: Regulus Arcturus Black.

Sirius remembered that Sirius had once mocked Regulus, calling him a foolish brother who was too weak-willed to believe the Death Eaters' lies.

Now, this person with the weakest personality has done something earth-shattering, although not many people know about it, it is indeed a big deal.

"It is Master Siren Ollivander." Kreacher bowed respectfully, his large head almost touching the ground.

"Ah—" Xilun asked dryly, "How are you?"

"Kreacher is very happy," said the house-elf, but tears kept streaming down his face.

"Master Regulus has returned home, and Kreacher is very happy—Master Regulus told Kreacher to live well, and Kreacher has lived well—Kreacher has always carried out the master's orders."

Xilun had intended to say a few words of comfort to it, but quickly gave up on the idea.

Regulus told Kreacher to live, and if that's the case, then Sirius's order for Kreacher to cut off his head is useless.

Although house-elves will unconditionally obey their owner's commands, there is a sequence to follow. When two commands conflict, the house-elves will decide which one to execute based on their internal priorities.

Clearly, Regulus was a much higher priority than Sirius Black, a disgrace to the Black family.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that Sirius needs to be comforted more.

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