Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Although Bella and Narcissa had already changed their husband's surnames,

Obviously, Kreacher still secretly regarded them as daughters of the separated Black family.

I have been with Dobby since I was a child, and I have a deep understanding of him.

Although the elf serves his master like a slave.

But in pure-blood families, older and more experienced elves often become like butlers.

In some cases, they even regard the pure-blood children who have served them since childhood as their closest relatives.

"This is Miss Bella's order. Kreacher is only allowed to report to Miss Draco."

As Kreacher spoke, he waved his hands and seemed to cast a spell.

Draco only vaguely felt a thin invisible veil.

It spread out with Kreacher as the center, covering himself and the elf.

When Kreacher spoke again, his voice became much louder and more decisive.

It was as if another soul had borrowed Kreacher's voice to convey the master's intentions.

"The Dark Lord has acquired important information and has devised an excellent plan to obtain the weapon."

Not sure if this is some kind of elf magic, in order to convey the instructions clearly,

Or was it the content of the information that was about to be told that greatly lifted his spirits.

But Kreacher's tone suddenly changed,

And unexpectedly, he received information about Voldemort directly on campus.

Draco couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

His expression remained calm and composed.

Kreacher didn't seem to notice the change in his mood, and just announced it in the same horrifying voice.

"The Dark Lord's plan will require Miss Draco's assistance."

"Ensure that Harry Potter has a direct channel to explore the master."

Listening to Kreacher's words, Draco frowned tightly, his thoughts racing.

Excluding Nott's ring, or other special channels that you are not aware of,

The only way to do this in school is probably through the Floo Network.

But in the headmaster's office that day, Umbridge had made it clear that

All fireplaces in the school are under surveillance by the Ministry of Magic.

The only opening might be Umbridge's own office.

But why was it specially arranged that Harry would have a way to find Sirius?

"Please tell Auntie, I will arrange it."

"Besides that, is there anything else I can do to help?"

It seemed like a faithful response, but his busy mind had already begun to sort out the clues.

Although it is still unknown what Voldemort's goal is,

But we can vaguely guess it from my father's behavior.

Voldemort's "weapon" is hidden in the Ministry of Magic.

But he still couldn't figure out what connection this plan had with Harry and Sirius.

Kreacher shook his head, responding to his own question.

Apparently Voldemort only needed to ensure that the communication channels were unobstructed.

Looking at Kreacher, the elf's doubts suddenly returned.

A flash of inspiration came to me, and the doubts in my mind were slightly dispelled.

"Is Kreacher also involved in this plan?"

The elf looked doubtful for a moment, perhaps unsure whether he should reveal more information.

"It was Kreacher who provided the valuable information."

"Kreacher has informed Miss Bella that the master is one of the people Harry Potter values ​​most."

After some hesitation, Kreacher finally spoke slowly and briefly explained his role.

"Miss Bella also instructed that once the plan was put into practice,"

"While Harry Potter is looking for his master, Kreacher must find a way to get him away."

"And tell Harry Potter that the Master will never return from the Department of Mysteries again."

The elf said this, and although his words were hesitant, he did not seem to punish himself.

It seems that it is the blood of the Black family in my body.

Let Kreacher, who is bound by a magical contract and must serve the Black family, judge.

The question I asked just now was also an order.

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After Kreacher finished speaking, he raised his short hands and drew an arc in the air.

Draco only felt that the invisible shield was instantly closed. Obviously, Kreacher thought that he had completed the task.

"Kreacher must return to his master, Miss Draco."

"It is Kreacher's honor to meet you. I hope that one day, Kreacher can be of service to you."

Kreacher released the spell and bowed deeply once more.

Seeing the elf preparing to leave, Draco temporarily suppressed the thoughts in his heart and spoke softly.

I want to take this rare opportunity to express my concern, which is more urgent than worrying about Voldemort at this moment.

Perhaps only now can I express my gratitude to those family members with whom I have never had the chance to meet.

"Thank you for giving my mother the memories of my little cousin. We have read them."

When Regulus was mentioned, Kreacher's still hunched figure shook violently.

Draco paused for a moment, and when he realized that Kreacher hadn't responded, he decided to continue.

Recalling the scene in the meditation basin, Kreacher and his little cousin trusted and relied on each other.

“I am honored to be named in his memory and sad that I didn’t have the chance to know my little cousin.”

There is a bit of distance due to the etiquette in the words, but it does not hinder the sincere feelings.

I just hope that the warmth of our conversation can fill a little of the loneliness of the old elf.

Kreacher still lowered his head and trembled, but Draco found that bean-sized drops of water began to drip onto the dormitory carpet.

He slowly stood up from his chair and squatted down.

"If you're comfortable leaving ____."

As he was about to speak, he remembered that he still couldn't describe the main house of the Black family, so he quickly changed his words.

"The memories, and the Pensieve, are in the study of Thirteen."

"You can use it anytime you want and watch those memories."

"I believe my mother and my little cousin would hope so too."

After speaking softly, Kreacher finally raised his head.

She was in a daze in silence, occasionally glancing at Draco.

There was an expression of disbelief and a hint of relief on his miserable face with tears streaming down his face.

After a moment, he spoke again to Draco, but did not even look at Draco.

It was as if he was talking to himself on purpose so that Draco could overhear.

"Kreacher doesn't come and go at will."

"It was the master who ordered Kreacher to leave, so Kreacher had no choice but to look for the only remaining relatives of the Black family."

"Kreacher has found Miss Narcissa. The young master has always enjoyed spending time with Miss Narcissa."

"Miss Narcissa treated Kreacher very well and told many stories about the young master."

Listening to Kreacher's story, Draco also became alert.

I was afraid that he would punish me for something in the next second.

"That didn't change until Miss Bella came back."

"After that, Miss Narcissa rarely appeared in front of Kreacher,"

"Kreacher will only be called in for questioning, especially regarding news about the master and Harry Potter."

Fortunately, Kreacher's temperament is much calmer than Dobby.

Apparently, he also knows how to navigate the gray area of ​​magic constraints.

“Voldemort—”

Suddenly he stopped talking, looked terrified, and bowed again hurriedly.

"Kreacher will be honored to serve Miss Draco."

Then, there was a strange sound, and his bandaged left hand suddenly twisted his right arm tightly.

Before Draco could stop him, Kreacher had already punished himself and disappeared into the room with a slight snap.

The words left behind weighed heavily on Draco's heart.