It's Hard to Tell Length from Width

"Kreacher, stop talking about him!" Hermione said, turning her head with a grave expression when she saw Sirius Black's dejected look, cutting Kreacher off.

Under the effect of Allen's order just now, the House-elf had no choice but to shut his mouth, but he went on staring at Sirius Black with contempt, using his eyes to emphasize the point.

Then Hermione seemed to feel that her tone just now had been too harsh, and that it might well make the House-elf's impression of her even worse, so she explained in a gentler voice, "Didn't you hear what Allen just said? This poison is especially powerful against people who have suffered inner pain. Sirius Black has been through so much misery, so the illusions the venom produced in his heart were even more terrifying. He bravely drank so much of it of his own accord. He's already proven his courage."

Kreacher curled his lip disdainfully, but did not continue. Still, the scornful look he cast at Sirius Black made it clear that his attitude had not changed at all just because he had stopped mocking him aloud.

Hermione then comforted Sirius Black gently, "So, Sirius Black, there's really no need for you to feel ashamed."

Sirius Black's slightly sunken eyes stared vaguely toward the Stone Basin, his haggard face full of gloom. Suddenly, he turned his head in a daze, looked at Hermione's bushy brown hair, and asked, "How has Crookshanks been lately?"

Hermione was somewhat surprised that he would mention her cat, but her cheeks heated a little—appearance-wise, the only thing Crookshanks had going for him now was that his fur was very smooth. Other than that, he had grown so fat it was almost impossible to tell his length from his width.

"He's fine." Hermione's gaze flickered, and she