343 Former Residence, Kreacher, Tangled
After crossing the hill, several people bypassed the densely packed houses in the village and first came to the so-called "Potter Manor".
"I heard that you made a lot of money selling shampoo." Mr. Newt looked at the grand door and sighed: "But I didn't expect to make so much money!"
"That's called hair smoothing agent." Mr. Fremont said with doubtful eyes: "The full name is Smooth Hair Scalp Conditioner. To be precise, it is a hair care potion. Newt, are you not? Have you used it? You can’t even remember your name?”
"Uh..." Mr. Newt smiled awkwardly. He quickly pushed Mr. Fleamont forward and urged: "Okay, hurry up and open the door. My waist was hurt by the walk just now." It’s starting to hurt.”
Mr. Fremont shrugged. He walked to the door and waved his wand at the chain that was hooked up like a vine. The chain suddenly came to life, like a long snake, and retreated little by little. The door was at a certain point. It opened silently in front of people.
After walking in, Callan even suspected that Malfoy Manor was nothing more than that - the manor was filled with well-groomed hedges, winding throughout the entire site, with a straight driveway in the middle, and a huge tower at the end of the driveway. The fountain is carved in the shape of a crucible, and water spurts out from the mouth of the crucible.Behind the fountain is a magnificent mansion, with the diamond-shaped glass of the ground floor windows reflecting shining light.
"I'm really busy this time." Mr. Fliemont frowned and stared at a pile of hedges that had grown too wantonly. "The last time I came here was a few years ago. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to help me soon." Clean the room, I don’t know how much dust is on it.”
Karan and Steve, who were walking behind, kept looking at the manor. They heard James muttering at the same time: "I thought it would just be an old-fashioned house, but I didn't expect it to be like this." big......"
Steve suddenly asked with interest: "Is this your first time here?"
James nodded. He was just about to sigh, but he noticed Karan's gaze, and his tone immediately changed to a complacent tone: "But it's not a big deal. This is in line with our family's identity!"
Sirius glanced at the fountain in front of the mansion: "This place is indeed much more elegant than my home."
Regulus also nodded silently. He only knew that there was a pile of ancient silverware in his home, but it was definitely not as luxurious as the manor.
They quickly walked into the mansion. The foyer was large and luxuriously decorated. Fortunately, because they had not been disturbed, there was not as much dust as expected. Mr. Fremont cleaned up as they walked. , using only a few descaling charms, all the dust was swept away.
"This mansion was expanded later." Mr. Fremont led them up the stairs and introduced at the same time: "But no one in the Potter family has forgotten the original intention of returning here - to repair Linfred. My former residence, that’s where I’m going to take you to see in a while, and this will also be the place where I’ll be busy for a long time.”
"Is this okay?" Mr. Newt asked kindly: "Is it really okay to take us outsiders there?"
"Maybe." Mr. Fleamont said nonchalantly: "If it were hundreds of years ago, there might be people in the Potter family who would strictly abide by this secret, but the former residence has been turned over a lot. I've been through it all, even me, but I haven't found anything new. In addition, there is the existence of the International Statute of Secrecy, and there are a large group of Muggles living around. If it hadn't been for this vacation, I might not have found anything. When will you come over?"
They stopped in front of a gate on the second floor. This gate was as tall as the gate of the manor. It was difficult not to notice.
Mr. Fremont stepped forward and fiddled with it. He moved the carvings of several potion ingredient patterns, and finally changed their order to surround the crucible in the middle.
The door slowly opened, and a strange house immediately appeared in front of them. The items inside were all very old, as if they were things that only appeared a few centuries ago.
"This is it." Mr. Fremont introduced: "This is Linfred's former residence. I guess it was because the original house was too old and dilapidated, so one of my ancestors came up with such an idea." —— Simply demolish the outer perimeter of the former residence and build a brand new mansion outside the former residence. This will not only preserve the facilities of the former residence, but also prevent us descendants from having to experience life in the twelfth century. ——If If he had to ask for it, this place would have been abandoned long ago. "
In the face of a span of hundreds of years, everything in the former residence is full of new ideas. The only pity is that this is more like a model house, many things have not been preserved, and it looks slightly empty.
But Mr. Fremont was very satisfied with this. According to his words - the less things left in his former residence, the better. He didn't want to face a lot of old crucibles with a long history and just put them away. It takes time and effort.
After carefully visiting the surprisingly large number of bedrooms, Mr. Fremont finally took them to a small room that looked a bit like the master's study.
"A laboratory."
Mr. Fremont pointed to the large rickety cabinet in front of the wall and the only remaining crucible on the table and said: "Linfred should have invented so many magic potions here."
This was also the place where Mr. Fremont paid the most careful attention, and only allowed the children to come in after repeatedly admonishing them several times.
Similarly, this place is like a model room. Whether it is the ingredient cabinet, the crucible, or the few remaining flower pots on the windowsill, it is all empty. It is really hard to imagine that this is where a pioneer pharmacist would work. The place we passed was where Linfred invented a lot of potions hundreds of years ago. He also helped his Muggle neighbors in a kind and friendly way, and he didn't care if he was nicknamed an idler. .
Finally, the visit ended, several people left Linfred's former residence, and Mr. Fremont closed the door again.
"Okay, let me allocate bedrooms to you first." Mr. Fremont said happily. During the visit just now, he had cleaned up the former residence, which made him feel very good.
Compared with the nearly ten bedrooms in the former residence, there are not that many bedrooms in the mansion outside. Fortunately, each bedroom is large enough, and the total area is even much larger than the entire former residence—— In the end, Mr. Fleamont and Mr. Newt each got a bedroom. The largest one was allocated to James, Sirius and Regulus, followed by the bedrooms of Callan and Steve.
Next it was time to clean. Since it was expected in advance that he would not come here often, everything in the mansion was covered with sheets and cloths to save the trouble of cleaning.
Callan stood in the middle of his and Steve's bedroom. He used wandless magic to gather all the coverings together, and then fired the descaling spell wantonly, causing the dust to float along the window and outside.
"It's really rare! I didn't expect to see Linfred's former residence with my own eyes. It's like a historical museum!" Steve sat leisurely and swayed in a rocking chair. He was satisfied with the visit just now. .
Karan put away his wand. He looked at the clean room and nodded with satisfaction. Then he walked to the mirror and carefully checked whether there was any dust on himself. At the same time, he said: "Yes, unfortunately there is nothing surprising there, even just The last remaining crucible has lost all its magic power, and it is estimated that it will break in a few years, and even the repair spell cannot repair it."
The Restoration Spell cannot repair items that have become old due to time. In addition, powerful items such as broken wands are also difficult to repair.
Steve was stunned. He didn't expect Karan to notice this. No wonder he had just stared at the crucible for so long...
At this time, the mirror suddenly praised: "It's been a long time since I've had a handsome guest like you come here."
Karan chuckled and said, "Thank you."
Steve moved forward curiously, and the mirror continued: "Another guest, what a surprise."
Steve blinked, looked at Karan who was opening the suitcase and taking out clothes and asked, "Why doesn't it praise me for being handsome?"
Karan said nothing and neither did the mirror.
"Humph!" Steve turned his head away in dissatisfaction, humming and packing his luggage with Karan.
Wolf did not stay in Steve's suitcase, but stayed in the basement of Steve's home.Life on a business trip with Mr. Newt is not as easy as in school. Being able to have a place to live this time is an unexpected blessing - Steve had packed his luggage when he went to Egypt last time. The preparations inside the box were finally interrupted by Meadows, who was carrying a warning.
After a while, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and Regulus poked out a little face stained with dust from the crack in the open door: "Mr. Fremont said that we can continue cleaning when we come back. First... let’s go eat.”
His voice gradually became lower, and everyone was surprised by the superb cleaning efficiency of the two.
Regulus almost cried when he thought of himself, James and Sirius cleaning in a panic - until now, they had left dust everywhere, making it impossible for anyone to live there. Kreacher is also busy with these things at home...
"I'm furious!"
After returning to the big bedroom for the three of them, Regulus finally couldn't help but burst out. He lay on the bed that had not been cleaned without any scruples, rolling back and forth, and kept shouting. Said: "I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"
James was startled: "What's wrong with him?"
Sirius was actually pleased with his brother's resistance: "If I had known, I would have taken him away from home earlier."
Regulus stared at Sirius angrily, his attitude immediately irritating him.
"It's all because of you!" Regulus loudly vented his inner dissatisfaction: "I have clearly said that our parents will not agree to us all at once, but you still insist on quarreling with them!"
"Hey! Hey!" James glanced in the direction outside the house, and he quickly stopped him: "Keep your voice down, don't make any noise now, just think of this as a simple vacation."
But Sirius still had a nonchalant attitude: "It's okay, he will understand. It is impossible for the stubborn pair to change their minds."
Regulus was so angry that he stared at his dark palm, ignored it and shouted: "Kreacher!"
"Don't waste your efforts," Sirius said immediately with disgust: "That little monster doesn't know what he's doing. It's impossible--"
An explosion of "bang" resounded throughout the bedroom, and then a thin, pale voice appeared in front of Regulus. His bat-like ears were drooping, and he was wearing a dirty rag. When he saw Regulus, Si burst into tears at the first sight.
"Oh! Master Regulus!" Kreacher sobbed, "You are finally willing to call Kreacher over! How hard it must have been for you after you left home!"
The three of them were all startled by this unexpected scene - even Regulus immediately stopped venting his dissatisfaction. He just shouted casually, but he didn't expect to actually call Kreacher over!
"Well... Master Sirius is here..." Kreacher's tone immediately turned disgusting after seeing Sirius' face clearly: "The bad guy who kidnapped Master Regulus, The good hostess is going crazy with rage!”
Before anyone in the room could reprimand him, Kreacher immediately jumped to the foot of the bed and banged his head against the bedpost to punish himself for saying bad things in front of his master's children.
"Don't!" Regulus shouted in panic: "Stop! Stop! Kreacher!"
Kreacher immediately stopped his behavior, as if some invisible guy was holding him down.
"Kind little master." Kreacher's forehead was swollen, and his eyes were red with gratitude: "Master Regulus is the kindest, he will stop Kreacher from punishing himself..."
Kreacher then cried loudly, his voice as noisy as a bullfrog.
Regulus didn't know what to do. After looking around, he finally turned his attention to his brother Sirius for help.
"Why are you here?" Sirius asked coldly, turning a blind eye to the injury on Kreacher's forehead and showing no concern.
Kreacher could not refuse Sirius's question, so he could only express his resistance in a low and dissatisfied tone: "It's the mistress. It's the mistress who makes Kreacher pay attention to the call of the young masters at all times, so that Kreacher can appear in time! And the men Master, he has been comforting the sad mistress, and keeps saying that the children will always come back. But what should the young masters do, especially Master Regulus, what should you do without Kreacher's help... ....”
"Young masters?" Sirius frowned: "Are you referring to the two of us?"
Kreacher's eyes immediately turned to anger when he looked at Sirius, but he still nodded reluctantly.
"Have my parents changed their minds?" Sirius finally asked; "Have they finally realized they were wrong?"
"How dare you! How dare you!" Kreacher suddenly shouted: "How dare you criticize the old master's decision! They are not wrong! The fault is you, a bad boy! And the naive and deceived Master Regulus !”
Kreacher's voice suddenly stopped, and he suddenly started hitting the bedpost again. Regulus quickly stopped him in a panic.
At this time, Sirius had silently left the bedroom.
His handsome face was both tangled and full of disgust.