Chapter 559 A Qualified Slave Owner Should Be Trained From Childhood

The soft hair tip tickled the tip of his nose, sending waves of unbearable itchiness.

Loren was awakened by someone. A familiar little witch stood at the head of his bed, pinching the hair tip and constantly teasing his nose. The itchy feeling was like a shadow following him, and he couldn't escape even if he turned his head. He wanted to stay in bed, but he had to open his hazy eyes.

Hermione lay on his pillow, her eyes were watery, her eyebrows were curved, and she looked at him with interest, pinching a strand of hair in her hand.

"Let me sleep for another ten minutes..."

Loren wanted to raise his hand to cover his nose, but was caught by Hermione. He had to turn over like a cricket pupa and bury his face in the soft pillow.

Hermione found it interesting, so she reached into the pillow to pull his face out, turned him over, pinched his nose, and said softly with a smile: "Get up quickly, it's best to hurry up, Mrs. Weasley is about to lose her temper, she said we will miss the train..."

"Hmm..."

Her hands were covered with cream, fragrant and soft.

Loren rubbed it hard a few times, and the swollen muscles on his face were constantly squeezed, and the soreness and stimulation slowly turned on the dormant brain: "Time flies so fast, how come school starts in the blink of an eye, I clearly feel that the vacation has just begun..."

The hot breath of this person when he spoke was exhaled on the palm of his hand, itchy and tingling, making the girl shrink her hand a little sensitively, holding his chin, and dragging him out of the quilt: "You said the same thing when you went to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies yesterday, you are still dreaming!"

The tone was slightly heavier, and she shook the head hard. People who just woke up and were confused are always easy to bully, but this person couldn't do this when he was awake.

"Shopping in Diagon Alley..."

Loren hummed a long tail tone in his nose, put his arm around her slender waist, leaned his head against her, and then said vaguely, "Yes, we went to Diagon Alley to shop yesterday. The holiday is over. We have to catch the train back to school today..."

"Well, so get up quickly..." Hermione persuaded in a low voice, and suddenly found that the person leaning on her was no longer moving. Looking down, he fell asleep again.

Hermione just found it funny, pinching his face and pulling it to the sides: "Hey, wake up, don't sleep, Loren, or I'll ask Mrs. Weasley to wake you up!"

"..."

Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit, still hugging her, muttering softly: "Just five minutes... no, three minutes..."

The temperature in early September was only a little over 20 degrees Celsius. The girl had just gotten up and didn't wear a coat, so she was now wearing a thin and close-fitting wool sweater, which was soft to the touch. He could clearly smell the faint body fragrance lingering around his nose, which was more comfortable than being in bed, making people unconsciously indulge in it.

"Three minutes have passed."

"We agreed to five minutes."

"Five minutes have passed."

"You lied, it's not that fast."

"I'll start counting down. If you don't get up, I'll let Mrs. Weasley call you."

"Count down from one thousand."

Hermione was amused by his rogue and raised her voice slightly: "5...4..."

"..."

Loren got up quickly, grabbed his change of clothes and rushed into the bathroom. It only took him three minutes to change his clothes and wash up. His movements were agile and there was no trace of the previous delay.

He casually brushed his naturally curly bangs and arranged them into a bohemian 3:7 split. He threw his changed pajamas into the pendant. Loren pushed the door open and saw the evil little witch who disturbed his sleep and dared to threaten him. He immediately glared at her fiercely.

He reached out with both hands, hugged her slender waist, and sucked her two soft lips.

Teach her a lesson!

"..."

Loren finally dragged on for ten minutes, and the two walked out of the bedroom with their rosy lips pursed.

The whole house was in chaos. George and Fred carried the suitcases downstairs, making a clanging sound all the way. Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Black screamed at the same time.

"You might bump into Ginny, you two idiots!"

"Dirty bastards, you have defiled my ancestral home!"

No one paid attention to the hysterical portrait. Everyone endured the harsh noise. The two curtains were pulled up and opened again soon because people were coming and going in the hallway. The sound of packing luggage was too loud and would soon wake her up again.

The very special alarm clock in the old house made my brain clear.

Loren rubbed his buzzing ears and saw Ron yawning and walking out of another room. Next to him was Harry, who was wearing glasses and looked depressed. His soft-soled sneakers were tied into a mess, and his clothes were wrinkled. It was probably his subconscious that completed the wake-up and startup for him.

"Good morning..."

Loren picked up Crookshanks who was strolling nearby and rubbed its neck, "Why does Harry look like this? Was he attacked by Dementors again last night?"

"More or less..." Harry replied weakly, "I've been having nightmares these past few nights, and I always wake up in the middle of the night."

"Did you dream about Voldemort again?" Hermione asked with a frown, "What was the content this time? What conspiracy is he planning?"

Since the funeral of Regulus, Harry has not been able to sleep well for several nights in a row. First, he dreamed that Snape and Voldemort were talking in a dark room, and then there was some strange corridor.

"It's not Voldemort, or it's not just Voldemort..." Harry raised his hand and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. He didn't know if there was something wrong with his brain. His dreams were getting more and more bizarre and confusing——

When he just fell asleep, he dreamed that his parents kept walking through his dream, but never spoke...

At one o'clock in the morning, he dreamed of Mrs. Weasley crying sadly over Kreacher's body, while Loren and Hermione looked on wearing crowns...

Near dawn, Harry found himself walking down a corridor again. At the end of the corridor was a locked door. He woke up with a fright, and the scar was still aching.

"After arriving at Hogwarts tonight, I'll go talk to Principal Dumbledore and let him check my brain." Harry sighed and walked down the stairs towards the underground. Go to the kitchen.

"Corridor..." Loren repeated in a low voice, looking at his back thoughtfully.

Probably because they were a little tired from all the commotion all morning, the conversation at the breakfast table was very low. Bill and Arthur were talking about newspaper news as usual. Lupine was talking about the behavior of American Aurors and analyzing whether another country had heard any rumors.

Sirius looked at Harry frequently, his eyes twinkling with unknown meaning, and he didn't eat much for breakfast.

Loren and the others tacitly kept their mouths shut and did not mention Harry's strange dream. After all, it would be of no use and would only make Molly worry about them.

Molly had the loudest voice, telling the little wizards one by one what to pay attention to when starting school, as if they were still freshmen, with a gentle smile on her face: "Eat slowly, be sure to eat enough, don't worry, it's very far from King's Cross Station. It’s close, we can walk there in half an hour, it will be faster if Arthur drives you.”

"You were the one who hurriedly woke me up just now..."

"It's the same person who tells people to eat breakfast slowly now..."

George and Fred whispered in a voice that everyone could hear, sighed, and said in unison in a plaintive tone: "Oh, this is mom..."

Without raising her head, Molly said faintly: "If you are full, go and see if there is anything missing in your luggage! It will help us set off quickly later!"

"..."

The twin brothers pinched their fingers in front of their lips as if pulling up a zipper to show that they should shut up.

"You can't leave yet..."

Mad Eye Moody's dull voice rang out. He arrived here before dawn, with one normal eye staring at the bread in his hand, and one magic eye constantly looking towards the door, as if he was on guard, and also as if he was watching. Waiting for someone.

"Stogy Podmore hasn't come yet. If he doesn't come, we'll have one less guard. The road won't be safe. We can't take this risk!"

"Guards?" Harry raised his head blankly, "We need guards when we go to King's Cross Station?"

"It's not us, it's you, Harry," Sirius corrected, looking like he agreed with Mad-Eye.

"Why?" Harry felt that these adults were simply unbelievable. "Except for the members of the Order of the Phoenix, no one knows that I am here, and Voldemort is lurking and waiting for the opportunity. Are you going to tell me that he will jump out of a trash can in the station? Do you want to kill me?"

"Don't underestimate the trash can, kid!" Moody's magic eyes turned back, staring at Harry very uncomfortably. "I have found enemies ambushing in the trash can 173 times. Never let down your guard, understand?"

"..."

Fortunately, a guard named Stork Podmore arrived after breakfast. He is a middle-aged wizard with a square chin, an ordinary face but a calm temperament, and thick straw-colored hair. He is said to be the founder of the Order of the Phoenix. Members who are always there.

After breakfast, the group set off in a grand manner. The little wizards carried empty boxes and crowded in the hall to go out one by one.

Tonks met at the street corner disguised as an old lady, wearing a purple hat shaped like a pork pie.

"Good morning, we have to hurry up, Molly!"

"I know, I know...Fortunately, Arthur can drive us and we can catch up." Molly urged Ginny to take a big step. When she looked up, she saw Sirius carrying a small bundle and getting into the car. He was stunned for a moment and immediately called him, "Sirius, where are you going with your things?"

"Go and see Harry off..." Sirius opened his mouth and came. After realizing that he couldn't deceive himself, Sansan touched his nose, "I plan to live in Hogsmeade to check for dangers, or use Animag. Sneak around the school and protect Harry."

"Are you crazy? There is no safer place than Hogwarts!"

"Alastor was right, never let your guard down!"

"But he won't infiltrate Hogwarts!"

"..."

Listening to the two quarreling again, Loren shook his head and was noncommittal. The two also had a quarrel on the first night they came here. Now when they were about to leave, they were quarreling again. In a sense, it was a beginning and an end. Bar.

Standing on the steps of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Loren looked back at the old house. The Loyalty Charm gave it a looming illusion. He knew that as long as he completely walked down the steps, the old house would be gone. will disappear from his sight.

Suddenly remembering something, Loren handed the empty box in his hand to Hermione and hurried into the room: "Wait for me here, I'll go back to do something."

"What's up……"

Before she could finish asking, the man had already walked away. Hermione looked down at the suitcase and silently decided to go back and complain to Grandpa Bates.

The candles in the hallway were extinguished, and the curtains of the portrait were closed. The old house was empty. People were rushing to work and school. In the huge house, there was only a house elf except for the foxy girl.

Loren went all the way to the living room on the second floor, turned right and found an old cupboard. He knocked twice and the door opened.

"Mr. Morgan..." Kreacher curled up in the cupboard, holding a worn and dirty blanket, with a small locket hanging around his neck. He looked up and saw the person knocking on the door. His cloudy eyes slowly focused, "Is there anything else you want to talk to Kreacher about?"

"I want to talk to you."

"You said..."

Kreacher walked out slowly. As a house elf, he actually didn't have any bloodline concept, because even the most despised Muggle wizards were countless times more noble than house elves. What he did was more to please his master.

Loren first fulfilled Regulus's last wish, and then helped to find Regulus's body. His attitude gradually became respectful.

"Let's talk about the future..." Loren's attitude towards him did not change. He still disliked him as always. "This old house now belongs to Sirius Black. According to your rules, he is your current owner, but I know that you two hate each other and don't want to recognize each other..."

"Kreacher's wish has been fulfilled, and Kreacher doesn't care."

"But you are not dead yet, and you still want to find a satisfactory owner."

"Mr. Morgan still suspects that I will betray!" Kreacher heard his meaning, and his voice became more shrill, "House elves will never do such a thing! Kreacher wanted to find the mistress before, but Kreacher has understood that the mistress is in the same group with the Dark Lord. Master Regulus definitely doesn't want Kreacher to do this! Kreacher will not do this ! "

"You misunderstood." Loren glanced at him and said lightly, "I just want to say that since you can't find another mistress with the right of inheritance, Bellatrix, and you don't like the current master, why don't you try to make a change?"

Kreacher was stunned for a moment: "Change... what change?"

"Train yourself a suitable new master..." Loren's speech was neither fast nor slow, but it floated into Kreacher's mind like the whisper of the devil, constantly echoing and lingering, "He already has a fiancée... As long as a new heir is born in the Black family, you will also have a new master, a completely blank master."

Kreacher silently clenched the locket on his chest. He could feel that his rotten heart was slowly becoming active and beating faster.

"..."

Ten minutes later, Hermione looked at Loren who walked out of the door quickly, handed him both boxes, and asked casually: "What did you do?"

"Leave a surprise for someone before leaving."

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The weak sunlight in early September was not hot, but brought soft warmth.

The sky blue Ford Anglia was packed with nearly 20 people, but it still drove smoothly to the station with plenty of power and no bumps at all.