Sirius Black Suddenly Lost Control

Kreacher heard what Vizet said and, almost by instinct, stepped forward to block the doorway.

Seeing Kreacher's movement, Sirius Black raised an eyebrow and looked down at him.

"Of course it's no problem!" A trace of mockery curled at the corner of his mouth as he gave an unmistakably clear order. "Kreacher, get out of my way!"

Kreacher began muttering ugly words again, but he did not give way by even a single step, remaining in the doorway.

Sirius Black's eyebrows rose even higher. "Kreacher, do you think you have the right to choose? Then I have the right to choose too!"

A hint of impatience appeared between his brows. "Faced with a House-elf who refuses to obey orders, perhaps I should give you a piece of clothing!"

At those words, Kreacher seemed to have heard the most terrible curse, and his body could not help trembling;

During their earlier idle chat, Sirius Black had mentioned the decorative plaques on the wall. From what he knew, Kreacher's dream was to become one of them, his head nailed to a plaque.

"Young Master may do whatever he wishes... whatever he wishes..." Kreacher's voice was choked with sobs as he moved one step aside with feet as heavy as lead. "Kreacher will certainly do as he is told..."

Kreacher's room was extremely shabby, as if everything in it had been cobbled together;

For example, the little bed he slept on was built from stacks of firewood, while the blanket was made of rags joined to a torn blanket, all of it looking filthy;

There was also a small table in the corner. By human measurements, it was probably a footstool, with exquisite carvings and packed full of items.

"Guess what's inside this?" Sirius Black reached for one of the boxes and