A few days ago.

No. 12 Grimo Square, Black's Old House.

Sirius lay lazily on the sofa, looking idle, his black curly hair was casually dispersed.

Compared to more than a month ago, he is in a much better condition. He has a little bit of flesh on his face. Finally, he no longer looks like a skeleton just dug out of the grave, but a normal person who is a little thin.

His feet were pedaled on a coffee table with an elegant and quaint shape. Every once in a while, Sirius would glance at the paper piece as big as a palm. Apart from some simple lines, there were dense small black dots. The only few names written in golden ink occasionally moved.

This state lasted until noon. When the house elf Klicche appeared with his body, Sirius' eyes rolled.

Kliche was holding a dirty rag in his hand. It was hard to say which one was cleaner, the rag or the rag he was wearing. Maybe this rag was his worn-out clothes?

Sirius thought inconveniently, and at this time, Kliche slowly moved to his side step by step. Sirius glanced at him with his own light, watched him jump to the coffee table, holding a rag and muttered: "The young master of prodigality learned bad habits from where he just put his feet on it. The hostess usually likes to drink tea here the most, and has also entertained many equally noble guests..."

"Clice, your feet are dirtier than mine!" Sirius roared angrily.

"...it carried so many precious memories, if the hostess knew it, how sad it would be..."

Sirius' eyebrows jumped around, and the elegance between his eyebrows disappeared. He jumped up and carried the cloth strip behind the neck of the house elf, which was called the back collar, and was about to throw him out.

Clicher did not resist and kept saying: "I can't compare with his younger brother, and I really take responsibility-"

"Are you talking about Regulus?" Sirius paused and said, "He is just an idiot. I always thought he was smart enough to protect himself... As a result, he ran to join the Death Eater!"

"Master Regules is not an idiot!" Clicher struggled violently, his body swaying, looking like a toy with a clockwork, "He is ten thousand times better than you, he joined the Death Eater instead..."

"What did you say?" Sirius glared at his eyes, lifted Clice high, and took her to a place that was level with his sight, "Tell me clearly-"

But Kliche kept struggling, his nose, tears were chaotic, and Sirius threw him on the sofa in disgust.

"I tell you, Clicher! He is a worshipper of Voldemort, and he has always been. Do you know why everyone in the family likes him more? Because he lives as the noble Black they hoped for..."

"I also wrote him a letter to keep him away from Voldemort and hide. But what if he said, he joined the Death Eater as soon as he graduated, my parents must have been so happy that they finally washed away my stain. They could tell the outside world that there was a brave little hero at home, right?"

Kliche lay on the ground, sobbing in a low voice, spewing out a series of swear words, "...I'm ashamed, I'm making friends with Muggle... dirty, cowardly, smelly..."

Sirius said angrily: "Stinky? Then I'll let you try the Muggle method. To be honest, I've wanted to do this a long time ago."

He took Klice to the second floor bathroom, threw him into the bathtub, and unscrewed the faucet with a small snake pattern, "It's so dirty. I've been in Azkaban for twelve years and it's not as outrageous as you!"

Kliche was pressed by Sirius and washed from head to toe. He also used his wand to create a brush and rub it continuously. Even the dirt in Kliche's bare scalp wrinkles were cleaned up. He said proudly: "You should be satisfied now, right? My master serves you..."

A minute later, he began to regret it. The water in the bathtub was like pouring more than a dozen bottles of ink into it, and it emitted a foul odor. "Vomit~" He couldn't help but feel nauseous and raised Clicche's hand incredibly: "You are using this thing to cook for me these days?"

Sirius opened the plug in the bathtub and let the water flow. It took half an hour to go—

Kliche sat cleanly on the sofa, his skin was pink and tender, and even the hair in his bat-like ears was as white and fluffy as cotton. He seemed very uncomfortable and kept staring at his toes.

Sirius came out of the bathroom and took a shower for himself, otherwise he would have a strange smell.

He looked at the taciturn Kliche with satisfaction, lying comfortably on the sofa and reading comics. This was given to him by the guy named "Felix Happ", saying that he wanted to pass the time. He picked the ugliest one and gave it to Kliche with a bunch of Easter chocolate eggs.

The afternoon was pleasant enough, and even the air was much fresher. He stayed until the afternoon, and he walked out of Black's old house and came to an activity room in the Grimo Square community.

"Oh, young man, are you here again today?" said a thin old man.

"Yes," Sirius said carelessly, setting some chess pieces, "I'll go first?"

"Then you should choose the white chess." said the old man.

"What's the matter?" Sirius was holding a black knight in his hand, and he muttered: "It would be great if this piece could move."

The old man laughed happily, "You are so funny...but not!"

The two of them took two sets, both of which were defeated by Sirius. In the third set, he kept scratching his chin and pondering: "I remember it's not that difficult. Remus and I could walk up to sixty or seventy steps when we got off..."

An old woman carrying a cloth pocket walked into the activity room, looked around, and walked over and grabbed the old man's ear, "My son and daughter-in-law are back, are you still playing chess here?"

"Put this, finish this one--" the old man begged and said.

So the old woman sat next to them and watched them play chess. The old man frowned. At this moment, it had reached a critical stage. The two were in a difficult position to separate. The old woman watched coldly and suddenly said, "Old man, move your queen."

"Yes." In Sirius's stunned expression, the old man used his white queen to eat Sirius's black knight.

"This is not fair!" Sirius said: "You two are to me!"

The old woman curled her lips, "You can ignore him, he is still taught by me." However, she stopped talking, but the situation could not be restored, and Sirius watched him die.

The old man broke up the chessboard and said, "This plate doesn't count, let's play it in the future." He took the old woman away.

"My son didn't quarrel with the opposite family, right?"

"No, I also gave me a gift. What do you mean by a word? Turning back to the right... In the past six months, they have never played the audio in the middle of the night. If you don't believe me, I still listened to a young man's suggestion and handed over a card. Like the young man just now, they are all black-haired..."

Meanwhile, in a gloomy and dilapidated hotel.

A sharp voice whispered, his voice as cold as the wind: "Go, Barty, inform Peter... bring me Harry Potter, I want to live."

"Affect your order, my master! I am willing to give my life for you!" said Bady Crouch, a little with light yellow hair, ecstatically.
Chapter completed!