[HP] The Last Demon King

Of course, Eridins couldn't easily follow an unknown house-elf, so when Kreacher appeared in her bedroom for the second time and asked her to go with him, she said: "I would like to go with you. Erin Tingsi showed a embarrassed expression: "But the mysterious person's eyeliner is watching me, if they find that I am gone, they will report to the mysterious person immediately."

After Aridens moved out Voldemort's signboard, Kreacher really hesitated, and it looked at Aridens suspiciously: "What does the lady say?"

"Waiting for the moment. We're going to find a time that's convenient for both of us."

"Wait for the time?" The elf frowned dissatisfiedly, and whispered in a low voice: "This is not possible, Kreacher must hurry, the sooner the better, the mistress is eager to see her, Kreacher We must take her back to the old house, if not sooner, the mistress's house will be completely destroyed by bastards, old scum, and ungrateful bastards..."

"You can go back and ask your master. Since you know my current identity, you should know that I am under the strict supervision of the mysterious person. If you want the mysterious person to kill your master's house, then feel free to kill me now take away."

Seeing that the elf hesitated, Eridins wrote: "You can come and see me often, so that I can tell you as soon as I have the opportunity."

"Kreacher doesn't have much time." The elf frowned deeply, and said to himself in a low voice: "Kreacher must stay at home all the time, in case the annoying young master and those scumbags take Kreacher The mistress's house was evacuated..."

"It's only a few minutes, it won't take you any more," Eredins wrote.

"Kreacher needs to go back and discuss with the master." The elf said reluctantly, and disappeared with a bang.

Immediately after the elf left, the expression on Eridins' face disappeared. The elf said that she might be of the blood of the Black family, but whose blood was it?Eridins walked to the mirror indifferently, observing herself in the mirror.

She was very moved by the things that Black had passed down for thousands of years, and Selwyn's background had already opened her eyes. What about Black, who was older than Selwyn, or even Malfoy?

This is a lot of wealth, and wealth is indispensable for her to reach the top. Even Voldemort needs the financial support of the Malfoy family, let alone her?

So instead, she couldn't easily follow Kreacher. Since she had the opportunity to deliver it to her door, she was bound to get Black's wealth.

Two days later, the elf came again, and it seemed that it had obtained consent from its owner. Kreacher asked immediately after he came, "Can you go with Kreacher now?"

Eridins didn't answer it right away, she conjured a small coffee table and two chairs in the bedroom with a wave of her magic wand, and invited Kreacher to sit down.

"Kreacher can just stand up... Kreacher doesn't have much time, Miss." The elf twisted the rag on his waist awkwardly with his head down, and whispered: "How surprising...Miss is called Kreacher Sit at the same table with her... Many years ago, Master Regulus also asked Kreacher to sit at the same table with him, but Kreacher didn't, Kreacher didn't dare, Kreacher was afraid of tarnishing Regulus The dignity of Master Si."

Eridins was surprised to see that Kreacher's copper-bell-like eyes were covered with a layer of water, although after it blinked a few times, the layer of water disappeared in its big eyes.

"Sit down, I'd rather you sit down." Eridins paused and continued writing.

The elf twitched a bit, and only after Eridins wrote again did it slowly and carefully climb up the chair.

Eridins waved her wand again, and two glasses of apple juice appeared on the table.

Eridins chatted with Kreacher for a few minutes before letting her go back. From Kreacher, she learned something about the current situation of Black's house, for example, the old house has now become the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix——Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore The name of the group organized by Lido against Voldemort.

According to Kreacher, the group of "thieves, bastards, scumbags, and ungrateful young men" were about to tear down Blake's old mansion.

Of course Eridins was unwilling to receive a Blake with only an empty shell, but for the sake of safety, she could not leave Hogwarts, and more importantly, this matter could not be leaked. , everyone stared at her, carelessly ran to recognize relatives, if Voldemort found out, it would be fine, she only shed a layer of skin, if so, not to mention the wealth of the Black family, she would even lose her life.

When Kreacher came for the third time, Eridins told it: "I really can't find a chance to leave with you, why don't you let your master come here to meet me?"

"My master can't come here to meet you!" Kreacher stared wide-eyed.

"We can think of a way," Eredins wrote: "For example, if she is a portrait, then I can provide a frame in my room and let her transfer here."

The elf hesitated and said, "I'm going to go back and ask the hostess."

Saying that, it disappeared with a bang, but within a few minutes, it reappeared in Eridins' bedroom.

"When will Miss get the frame ready?" it asked hoarsely.

"One week, but you have to figure out how to open the way between the two photo frames."

"Kreacher will tell the mistress." The elf said in a bullfrog-like voice, "Kreacher will come back in a week to pick up the photo frame."

It bowed to Eridins, pressed its wide, bat-like ears to the ground, rose to its feet, and Apparated away.

Eridins waved her wand, and the apple juice on the table disappeared, replaced by two pieces of letter paper.

Aritins first wrote a letter to Dana Ledger, asking him to buy some magic materials in her own name, then she thought for a while, and wrote Malfoy's name at the beginning of the second letter, which still contained Ask him to secretly buy some magic materials under his own name.

Finally, Aridins took out this month's mail-order periodical, found a store that carried the remainder of the material she needed, and placed an order.

She filled three envelopes with enough Galleons, and sent the bulk out.

Umbridge sent for her the next afternoon, and when Aridins arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, she found someone else in there.

Harry Potter was sitting in front of a table covered with pink lace, writing something on parchment with a quill, when he heard the door open, he raised his head, the resentment in his eyes had not faded Clean, like the dead leaves in autumn, stubbornly left in the eyes.

"Miss Selwyn, this is what we're going to use in our next lesson, can you distribute it to the fifth graders for me?" Umbridge said to Eridins, taking out a stack of parchment.

"Okay." Eridins took the parchment, turned and left without looking at Potter.

An hour later, the door of Umbridge's office opened again, and Potter walked out quickly. As soon as he came out, he saw Eridins standing against the wall by the door.

Aritins put her index finger to her lips, shhed him, and led him into an empty classroom.

"Is your hand okay?" Eridins said, looking at his hidden arm. The expression on Potter's face was still a little stiff, and he was full of flaws even pretending that he didn't understand: "What?"

"I see the writing on your hand," Eridins wrote. "Can you show it for me to see?"

After a while, Potter stretched out his hand from behind. There was a shocking line of bright red on the back of his hand: I can't lie.

The wound on the back of his hand hadn't dried up yet, half of the back of Potter's hand was covered in blood, and even the edge of his sleeve robe was wet with blood and looked heavy.

Potter stretched out his hand for two seconds and then withdrew it: "It's okay." There was still a resentment in his voice, as if he was angry at Eridins.

"You stick it out again."

After hesitating for a moment, Potter reluctantly stretched out his hand again. Eridins waved her wand, and a warm yellow light fell on the back of Potter's hand, but the light dissipated, and the wound on Potter's hand remained. as usual.

"It didn't work," Potter whispered. "I tried."

Eridins did not give up. She took the wand and pointed the tip of the wand towards the back of Potter's hand again. This time, a white light spot like snow mist floated from the tip of the wand, and lightly landed on the back of Potter's injured hand. .

As if melted by body temperature, the snow mist gradually disappeared, revealing the original appearance below. The blood on the back of the hand disappeared, and the blood stains were washed away, and the back of Potter's hand returned to its intact state.

Potter looked at the back of his hand repeatedly, as if in disbelief.

"I'm surprised, I always thought you would be the prefect of Gryffindor." Eredins looked at him.

"Oh..." Potter lowered his hands and looked at the ground: "Ron is also very suitable. Except for Quidditch, I am no better than him in other areas."

"I still think you are more suitable." Eridins looked directly at him, observing the slightest change in his expression.

Potter gave an embarrassed look, as if he didn't know how to answer, but Eridins could see that he didn't dislike what she had said.

"What's the matter with you and Headmaster Dumbledore? He doesn't seem to pay much attention to you recently."

Mentioning Dumbledore seemed to have stepped on his minefield, Potter's expression immediately became cautious, his green eyes looked at Eridins with vigilance and said: "No, I think he's just too busy recently gone."

Eridins changed the subject and returned to Umbridge: "Why didn't you tell Professor McGonagall or anyone else? That's not allowed at Hogwarts."

"I don't know how much power they have over her." Potter said flatly, but Eridins knew his real reason, he was angry with Dumbledore, because Dumbledore had begun to treat him with unusual indifference this year .

Eridins smiled, she saw her own words, and the words that appeared from her wand at this moment seemed to have a shape, each letter was sharp and thin, winding like a snake, with the coldness of a snake and evil.

She saw her own words saying: Since she can punish you against the rules of Hogwarts, why can't you violate the rules and retaliate against her? ~