Duwei held a toy rabbit in his hand and wandered around Black's house. Sirius Black looked unlucky, and he was attacked by curses several times - he said that there were dark things in many places in his house.

It's magic!

Next to Du Wei was Kreacher, who was arrogant and arrogant. Kreacher muttered in his mouth: "Thieves, liars, trash and other dirty words."

Duwei arrested Kreacher, and before the confrontation, he asked Black if he would mind if he was disrespectful to the Black family.

Sirius: "..."

He watched Dowey Jones get down on all fours, putting himself on the same level as Kreacher, and then cursed loudly.

Kreacher was stunned.

The poor house elf had a cognitive error for a moment. In his memory, even the most despicable mudblood did not behave like this.

But the wizard in front of him completely overturned his understanding.

He brought himself and Kreacher to a level and faced off against the enemy!

Kreacher was frightened! How could he be the opponent of Dowey Jones? Dewey Jones had beautiful words and clear thoughts, and more importantly, he looked crazy like a biting mad dog.

He rushed towards Kreacher on all fours!

Kreacher lost!

This man with no moral character bared his teeth and tried to bite Dowey Jones, but was knocked unconscious by Dowey Jones.

After clapping his hands, Dowey Jones said disappointedly: "It's just that."

Beside him, Sirius looked strangely in his eyes, and Dobby looked frightened.

"I'm hungry."

Du Wei suddenly said, Dobby became happy.

"Dobby made dinner!"

he said excitedly.

"Thank you, Mr. Dobby."

Duwei put a saliva towel on himself and said to Mr. Dobby: "Can you leave Mr. Kreacher aside? But please give Mr. Kreacher some dinner, the same as ours."

He said to Dobby: "Deliberately make it smaller. I mean, chop the good bread into pieces so that it looks like scraps. Cut the minced meat and vegetables into smaller pieces, and mix them all together to make them look like scraps."

It tastes like leftovers."

"Dobby understands."

Dobby happily followed Duwei's words, and Duwei also came to the table. The atmosphere here became joyful again - eating food with a complaining mood is a blasphemy against food.

It is also a blasphemy against Dobby.

Dobby made a table of food, and Sirius' eyebrows finally relaxed.

He also hasn't had a good meal in a long time.

Du Wei also played some music by the way.

"elegant!"

he said.

He stuffed the bacon into his mouth and ate it to his heart's content. The two of them also ate it as if there were wild dogs nearby that were robbing them of their food.

Both of them have a trait, that is, they eat like crazy when there is food.

This is one of the sequelae of Azkaban.

Because in Azkaban, you only have so much time to eat, if you don't eat the food at a specific time.

Then I'm sorry, you will be hungry for the rest of the time.

Sometimes, the Dementors and Strikers would forget to deliver food, and Sirius barely survived by eating rats.

Duwei ate the food quickly. While eating, he asked Mr. Dobby to eat the food with him, but Mr. Dobby refused.

Du Wei didn't force it, he ate the food quickly, even dipping the bread into the plate and eating it clean.

There wasn't any oil or water left.

The same goes for Sirius.

They can't stand a little bit of waste.

Sirius finished his dinner with satisfaction and collapsed on his chair.

Duwei played with the Slytherin box around his neck.

He eats less, because if he eats too much, I'm sorry, he has stomach problems. The life in Azkaban gave him a severe blow to his stomach. He has acid reflux in his esophagus and often has burning pain in his stomach.

, if he eats too much, he will suffer more.

"What is that?"

Sirius asked as he watched him caress the box.

"That's proof that your brother is a hero."

Du Wei gently stroked the box and said.

When he talked about this younger brother, Sirius had a very indifferent expression on his face, as if Dowey Jones was talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.

"I'm afraid you have some misunderstandings about my brother."

Sirius continued to respond.

"Regulus Black, Regulus, misunderstanding? I have no misunderstanding about your brother."

Du Wei said softly. He took this thing and said, "Do you know what this is? Sirius, this is a Horcrux. This is Voldemort's deepest secret and his Achilles' heel.

This is the ultimate secret to Voldemort's immortality.

Your brother, Regulus Black, is a testament to his heroism."

Duwei stood up and said: "You should be proud of him, Sirius, he is as brave as you, or he is braver than you.

Why do I say that?

Of course it's because I sympathize with him.

You know, the thing I despise the most is justice being covered in dust and darkness raging."

Sirius sneered.

"Are you kidding, Dowey Jones? He is a coward. After he surrendered to Voldemort, he was afraid, so he came back."

"Afraid? Afraid? Aha, scared!"

Du Wei laughed, his voice was loud, and he said tit for tat: "Afraid, my Sirius, what is he afraid of?

He is the oldest wizarding family, his sister is Voldemort's most loyal servant, his classmates, his seniors, and his friends are all Voldemort's confidants, and he has also been entrusted with important tasks by Voldemort.

Such a person, tell me what he is afraid of, my Mr. Sirius.

What do you think this person is afraid of?"

Du Wei was a little hysterical. At this point, his mood became extremely unstable. When he talked about Regulus, it was as if he had seen himself. He projected himself onto Regulus. He was already a bastard.

Now, he understands that the path he takes next will always be lonely.

He has nothing left to lose.

Including soul and body.

But Regulus was different.

Regulus is already dead.

But some people still know his name, and some people can erect a monument to him.

Duwe can erect a monument to Regulus.

Heroes should be remembered!

People should not die as humble as ants.

"He's a hero, Sirius, and I'll prove it to you!"

Du Wei said confidently.

Sirius looked at Du Wei like this and did not provoke him any more.

"You might need a drink."

He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Dowey Jones. In the old Blake house, there was a wine cellar specifically for collecting wine. He hoped that through alcohol, he could calm Dowey Jones down.

Dewey Jones drank the wine in one gulp, and then, with his face flushed, he sat in his seat. He looked at the ceiling. After a while, he let out a strange laugh of "hehe" and "hehe".

What the hell is going on?

Sirius glanced at Dobby Jones suspiciously and then at Dobby, who also stood cautiously beside Mr. Dobby.

He also felt that something was wrong.
To be continued...