From the south of Great Britain to the northwest of Great Britain, two hundred miles.

They were worried about Harry.

Those Death Eaters were far more loyal to their master than they seemed, at least that was the case with Barty Crouch Jr., who had not been seen since he was revealed to have replaced Professor Moody.

Although many people in the Order of the Phoenix suspected that the man was not Barty Crouch Jr., regardless of whether that person was or not, it was an indisputable fact that there was a servant who was extremely loyal to the mysterious man.

Even though Harry was strong, stronger than most of them.

But in their eyes, he is still a child, a child who has no choice but to stand up and take responsibility for these things.

The next day, Tonks and Arthur set off, and Sirius followed them. He didn't like the gloomy old Black house and had almost no good memories of it. In his life, it was a place comparable to Azkaban.

Arthur agreed to Sirius' request and let him drive.

Although motorcycle and car are actually different words with two different roots.

But they are all Muggle machines driven by wheels, and a car is nothing more than a motorcycle with two more wheels.

Arthur didn't see any problem with it, and Sirius was convinced.

They come back at night.

From Hermione's pale face, Tonks's withered and yellowed hair, from the scratched paint and broken headlights, it can be seen that this was not a very pleasant journey - although Sirius and Arthur were very excited.

Of course, the most exciting thing is that Blake is back and they can finally clean up the house.

Cleaning up is useless.

There were counter-spells almost everywhere in the Black mansion, and magic could not take effect. Molly tried to break it by force, but the price was the damage of a table. This scared the Weasley family - how much money would it cost to compensate for a medieval table.

Sirius shrugged it off.

He wanted to throw away anything with the Black family crest.

After studying every day, Harry and his friends would clean with Mrs. Molly.

The dirt in the corners and cracks of the house is not a big deal. Although magic cannot directly affect these things, cleaning tools can still be controlled. The most troublesome thing is those magical creatures that may come out from any corner.

Especially the vixen.

These magical creatures have vitality and reproductive capacity far superior to that of cockroaches. They usually live in curtains and cupboards. They have no fixed mating season and no concept of controlling their population size according to the ecological environment.

Each incubation can produce five to six hundred eggs, which usually hatch in two to three weeks, grow and mature in half a month, and then start a new round of egg laying.

The old Black house has become a haven for vixens.

Moreover, this creature is small in size, but it is very dangerous. Its teeth are poisonous. One or two may be okay, but if you are bitten by dozens of them at the same time, the poison is extremely strong and can even threaten your life.

Sirius and Lupin took on the task of eliminating the vixen, and the progress was very slow - Harry hoped that they could collect the vixen venom at the same time, which was a rare commodity rarely seen on the market, not because it was precious, but because the vixen venom had never been useful.

The young wizards were sent to do the jobs that were not too hard.

Take down those things in the room that Sirius doesn't like.

For example, the things on the walls of the second-floor corridor.

Hermione frowned, looking at the house-elf heads that were still alive and well under magic. "Oh my god, how could these things...even if they are house-elves, they shouldn't be like this."

She didn't like creatures like house-elves, which had caused Harry too much trouble.

But this creature had served the Black family after all, and it was a bit too...

"Dirty Mudblood, you don't understand anything. This is Rong..." An old and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind them. Disdain, contempt, and hatred, these emotions mixed together to form the tone of this sentence.

I just couldn't finish my words.

Harry turned and raised his hand.

Alder!

The air wave pushed the creature that said this away and slammed it hard into the wall. The sound of wood and bones breaking was heard at the same time.

He flicked his wand again.

Lock the shadow and shape!

The nearby space was locked up, and sticky and muddy phantom ripples spread out.

Only then did Hermione and Ron see the creature's appearance clearly - it was an old house-elf, wearing only a black rag, revealing its pale, loose and drooping skin with several layers of folds underneath. Its old, hunched body stared at an equally old head, with a pair of pointed ears hanging limply on its shoulders. There was no hair on its head anymore, and the white hair that represented its age was rooted in piles and sprouted from its ears.

"Black's house-elf?" Harry inquired, looking at him.

Kreacher nodded with difficulty.

Sirius and Lupin poked their heads out of the hallway, attracted by the noise: "What's wrong?"

"Oh, Kreacher?" Sirius scoffed. "Harry, what did it do?"

"Some unkind words were said to Hermione," Harry said calmly.

Kreacher was very stubborn: "Mudbloods are..."

Clean up!

Harry waved his wand.

"Gululu" Kreacher's words turned into a series of soap bubbles floating out of his mouth.

"I hope you can understand one thing." Harry said gently, "We are guests of the Black family now. At the very least, we should be polite to the guests, okay?"

Kreacher struggled, his eyes full of resentment.

"Kreacher! Listen to Harry." Sirius scolded, "From today on, he is also the owner of the Black House."

Kreacher was startled, struggling, twisting, and nodded reluctantly.

Cleaned up.

The same spell was cast, and the foam in Kreacher's mouth was cleared.

"So, do you know what to say now?" Harry asked.

Kreacher lowered his head: "I'm sorry, young lady, I shouldn't have said that." After saying this, he restrained himself and pressed his head hard to prevent it from turning to the side and saying something he shouldn't say.

"Very good." Harry nodded and waved his hand to dispel the spell he had cast.

The house-elf looked at Harry in horror, shut his mouth tightly, and only started cursing after he had walked away, calling him "bastard, blood traitor, prodigal son", "dirty and disgusting werewolf", "damn half-blood boy", but he did not dare to utter the word "Mudblood".

"I'm sorry, Hermione." Sirius apologized, "I didn't discipline it well."

Hermione shook her head: "It doesn't matter."

"It has served in my family for a long time." Sirius's face was filled with disgust. "It is just like my mother. She is an idiot whose mind is filled with pure-bloodedness. Her mouth is even more vicious than Snape's."

"You still keep it?" Harry asked.

Sirius shook his head. "From the beginning I wanted to throw him a piece of clothing and let him go wherever he wanted, but Dumbledore stopped me and told me not to do it."

"Oh, that's normal. He always gets into trouble over little things like this, as if he has laid eggs several times." Harry nodded and waved his wand. The mop on the floor twisted, and the strips of cloth turned into hands, taking down the elf heads on the wall.

"I buried them in the garden?" asked Harry.

Sirius waved his hand: "Whatever, it's best if it's lost."

He doesn't care about these things at all.

"What did that elf want to say just now?" Hermione watched Sirius and Lupin walk back to the living room. The pungent smell of vixen in the air made her sneeze.

Harry led them downstairs and said calmly, "It means this is honor."

"Glory?" Hermione asked incredulously.

Ron nodded. "Although my family doesn't have house-elves, I heard that other pure-blood families do have such things."

"Why?" Hermione was puzzled.

"This is a creature whose highest mission is to serve its master." Harry pushed open the door to the courtyard. "After death, they can still serve as decorations in their master's house. Isn't this an honor for them?"

Hermione was startled and turned around to look in the direction where Kreacher disappeared.

Harry waved his wand, dug a hole, buried the heads, took out a seed and planted it on top.

"My dad and his friends will definitely like this creature." Hermione suddenly sighed.

Ron looked at her: "Hmm?"

"They don't ask for wages, they work hard, and they even contribute the last bit of value to their masters after their death." Hermione explained simply, "My father would definitely love this creature to death. He negotiated with the hospital staff about labor issues last month."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger are dentists.

They have their own clinic, which is not large, but has more than a dozen employees, both big and small. They earn a lot of money, but their monthly employee expenses are also high.

Mr. Granger has complained more than once that his employees always want easier work but more pay.

Hermione didn't quite agree with what her father said.

But she could understand how eager her father was to have employees who didn't need to be paid.

"You actually hire people to work at home!" Ron was shocked.

Hermione briefly introduced the environment of her own dental clinic.

Ron was even more shocked: "Your hospital has more than ten employees!"

Hermione nodded.

Ron counted on his fingers for a long time and said in amazement: "Hermione, I know your family is rich, but I didn't expect that you would be so rich..."

He looked at Hermione. The little girl seemed to be shining with gold, and the light of gold Galleons was radiating from her whole body.

They continued to clean up.

Ron asked from time to time what it was like to be so rich in the ordinary world, and whether it was the same as being rich in the wizarding world - even though he was a wizard and had never been rich.

Hermione answered patiently.

When it was almost time for dinner, Dumbledore came over to eat and waved to Hermione and Harry: "Harry, and Hermione, come here, I have something to ask you."

Ron followed in their footsteps.

"Ron, I just want to ask about these two." Dumbledore greeted him with a smile.

Ron paused, feeling a little aggrieved.