"Sirius Black!"
Kreacher's voice rang out in the basement.
He sounded extremely nervous and terrified.
Kreacher knew very well that he had just spoken badly of Sirius.
Sirius Black was now his master.
After old Black died, Sirius had become his master.
Upon hearing Kreacher's voice, Harry Potter was once again utterly shocked.
Kreacher was a House-Elf. He would not mistake his own master.
Therefore, the middle-aged man before him was undoubtedly Sirius Black.
For a moment, Harry felt choked up.
The person he had longed to see, the person he had always wanted to meet, had been by his side all these years.
"Kreacher, is that how you address me? Is that how you curse me?"
Sirius no longer concealed his voice, speaking coldly.
Kreacher shuddered violently and felt afraid.
His powerful instinct for survival and his servant's nature drove him to hurry before Sirius Black and plead, "I'm sorry, it was my fault, great Master Sirius. Please punish me."
"But please, don't make me leave."
In Kreacher's world, a House-Elf abandoned by his master was a great disgrace.
So he clung to Sirius's leg and wept continuously.
Soon, his snot had soaked the clothes, creating a terrible mess and making Sirius deeply displeased.
Sirius reached out, grabbed the tiny Kreacher directly, and asked sternly, "Kreacher, where is the Purple Locket?"
Kreacher, who had been covering his eyes and crying, stopped.
His huge eyes looked at Sirius with some hesitation.
"Kreacher!" Sirius's voice grew heavier.
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley watched from the side. They wanted to speak, but there was nothing they could help with.
One reason was that Sirius was alive.
Another was that this was Sirius's home, and Sirius was Kreacher's master.
And they also wanted Kreacher to quickly reveal where the Purple Locket was.
"Master,