Kliche looked relieved.

Sirius said with a dark face, "I have told you so much, you don't believe it, but outsiders say a few words and you believe it. Who is your master?"

"Of course it's you!" Klicche replied loudly, then turned around, shrugged his shoulders and stumbled in a voice that everyone present could hear clearly: "But the master was not reliable at all when he was young, and was wrongly accused of throwing him into prison. It's so embarrassing. Who knows what mistakes he made this time..."

"Clicche!" Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are just afraid of danger. You are only as brave as a peanut!"

"No! Kliche is not afraid of danger. Kliche is worried that he will not avenge Mr. Regulus!" The house elf yelled at the master in a bullfrog voice.

While speaking, another group of people fell from the sky.

It was Moody and Montongus, and Dedalo Digo, whose clothes were gray, but no one was injured. Moody walked over with a cane and said roughly: "Our group encountered a magic trap, and it took a little time to crack it... but it was empty inside." His magic eyes circled around and then landed on Kleeche with the normal eye.

"So we want to put our hope on this little guy? I can't wait to see it."

Lupin, Tonks, Moody, Montongus, Dedalo Digo, Hessja Jones, Bill Weasley and other Order members dispersed from afar, formed a circle, acted as guards, and looked at the two people standing on the steps and the house elf.

Kliche solemnly raised his thin chest and looked at Sirius.

Sirius took a deep breath, opened his mouth and said:

"I, Sirius Black, the last orthodox heir of the Black family, voluntarily gave up all rights to the domestic elf Clice. According to the ancient contract, Clice automatically belongs to the name of Bellatrix Black, a member of the Black family's side!"

"Zhu, follow the order, master." Kliche trembled all over and bowed deeply to him.

His waist was bent so low that his fleshy nose was tightly pressed against the ground, and a green locket slipped out of his loose white pillowcase, which glittered in the sun.

"Let me leave it next." Felix said softly with his hand on Clicher's shoulder.

...

Hogwarts School of Magic.

"What are you going to do, Potter." Snape looked coldly at Harry who was blocking his way, and his thin lips twisted a smile: "I heard you gave up the last exam? What a crazy decision, but it was indeed like you did." His eyes moved away from Harry and stopped slightly at Ron and Hermione.

"The Iron Triangle gathers again... Are you ready to save the world again? Tell me - what's the reason for this time, Saint Porter?"

Harry was furious. It was Snape who had this ability to successfully arouse his anger in one or two sentences, and he also hated Draco Malfoy. Harry did not forget who gave the nicknames "Saint Potter" and "Scarhead".

"I want to ask for your help," Harry tried to make his tone less aggressive, "I mean 'please', sir. I know that Principal Dumbledore is now dueling with Voldemort-"

"That has nothing to do with you, Potter," Snape said.

Harry said hurriedly. "I know you are good at brain closure and spiritual engraving. Yes, I know, Professor Hayp mentioned it inadvertently. I hope-"

"You hope-" Snape held his shoulders with both hands and stared into Harry's eyes, "-What?"

"If those feelings are true," Harry held his breath, and his green eyes that were exactly the same as Lily met Snape's sight. "...If you have always longed for Voldemort to fall completely-" he asked:
Chapter completed!