The weather at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, London, was actually not much better than Hogwarts had been before it was protected by the Sunny Skies Charm.
The wind and snow were still blowing thickly, but the storm was not nearly as fierce.
"Let it snow a little more for now..." Sirius Black said with a yawn. He sat beside the warm fireplace, lazily reclining in the soft armchair, with his legs casually resting on the footstool.
"Once Christmas holiday arrives, it'd be best if there were only a little snow..." His whole body seemed to be swallowed up by the armchair, and a hint of weariness showed on his face. "There shouldn't be any snow during the day. That way, I can take Harry outside."
Heavy footsteps came from nearby. Regulus Black entered the room stiffly, carrying a tray laden with tea things and pastries.
Sirius Black frowned, his tone clearly displeased. "Kreacher's getting more and more outrageous!"
He stood up and hurried toward Regulus Black. "He actually made you carry this?"
Kreacher was right behind Regulus Black, his face filled with worry and wariness. "Young Master Sirius, Kreacher also wishes to take responsibility for this matter..."
"Sirius, Kreacher isn't wrong. I was the one who wanted to do this." Although Regulus Black explained expressionlessly, the strong emotion in his voice was unmistakable, especially the obvious hint of amusement.
In fact, Sirius Black had combined French Alchemy with the Alchemy of Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw to create this Magical Artifact for Regulus Black.
With the help of this Magical Artifact, Regulus Black could at least move normally, though his movements were as stiff as a puppet's, and he could not make any expressions.
For Regulus Black, however, being able to move according to his own will was already more