A Babysitter Who Puts You to Sleep

Sirius Black took Harry and Muya to the garden, and the three of them had a wonderful time. Kritcher even brought over drinks and desserts at just the right time, though only for Muya.

While Harry and Muya were resting, Sirius Black sneaked back into his room.

Quick, quick, put away these photos—and these too. Ahhh, was I really like this back then?

As they said, a wizard could not even empathize with his former self.

Sirius Black screamed wildly in his heart with a blank expression, but his hands never stopped moving.

"I didn't expect Kritcher's cooking to be so good," Harry remarked, setting down his plate.

Whenever it was just him and Sirius Black at Black Manor, the house-elf always looked at them as though they were an eyesore, as if they were some sort of plague.

What a strange house-elf.

Muya also set down her plate. She stood up and looked toward the stairs. "Sirius Black hasn't come back down since he went upstairs. Should we go look for him?"

Harry, who had been sitting on the sofa, stood up when he heard her. He could roughly guess what Sirius Black was doing right now.

"Phew... Why aren't you two resting? Where are you going? You can't just wander around Black Manor. You need to be careful." Sirius Black's voice suddenly sounded behind them.

The two turned around and saw him sitting on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, a cup of tea in his hand.

Harry silently gave Sirius Black a thumbs-up.

"Wow, Sirius Black, when did you come back?"

"Ahem." He coughed guiltily, then looked at Muya. "That isn't important. Do you want to see my room?"

Muya understood, but she did not expose him. Instead, she went along with him. "Sure.