HP: The Dropout Who Saved the World

When Jane Yu opened the door, she was once again greeted by a pale, ghastly face.

It was none other than the shadowy, crawling Regulus, accompanied by Kreacher, who seemed to be taking the corpse for a walk.

Seeing her emerge, Kreacher's already bulging eyes grew even larger.

While using his house-elf magic to control the corpse, he bowed low and muttered in a hushed tone:

"Apologies for disturbing Miss Jane's rest. Kreacher should not have done so."

"But Kreacher only has this time to take Master Regulus for his exercises. Master is a good boy who loves exercise, especially active at night."

Jane looked at him in surprise, strongly suspecting that Kreacher had been driven mad by Sirius and the others in the house.

"What can Kreacher do? The stench of sewer rats is everywhere, the whole house is polluted, filthy thieves, criminals back from Azkaban, howling werewolves... Compared to them, even Mudbloods seem like a minor nuisance."

As he spoke, tears seemed to glisten in Kreacher's large eyes.

"Kreacher can only take Master Regulus out at night, when no one disturbs us, to clean the house and let Master personally cover these traces."

He used his free arm to pull up one side of his tattered cloth and wiped his face haphazardly.

But with his exaggerated movements, a pile of random items clattered to the ground, making a loud noise.

Jane looked closely and saw silverware, commemorative medals, jewelry, and trinkets scattered all over.

She couldn't imagine how so many things had been stuffed into Kreacher's ragged cloth.

"These are all treasures of the Black family, collected over many years."

Tears streamed down Kreacher's face as he bent down to rescue them, sobbing uncontrollably:

"The master's, the mistress's... But the disgraceful young master doesn't care. He can't wait to clear everything out, including Kreacher."

Unfortunately, his cloth was too short and too small. As soon as he stuffed one item in, another would fall out, leaving him flustered and sweating.

Jane went back inside and brought him a work apron similar to Dobby's to hold the items, which only made Kreacher cry even harder.

"Are these things Sirius wanted to throw away?" Jane asked casually, trying to change the subject.

"Of course, the disgraceful young master and the riffraff he brought with him!" Kreacher withdrew his grateful gaze from her and glared hatefully in the direction of Sirius's room. "Kreacher tried everything to retrieve them from the trash, but the young master wants to take everything from Kreacher—with that thief Mundungus!"

The two followed Regulus's crawling direction downstairs, stopping in front of the Black family tapestry.

Kreacher looked at the tapestry as if worshipping a deity—if house-elves had deities in their world.

"Kreacher wishes to live forever with the mistress and Master Regulus. Why does he have to disturb us?"

He reached out as if to touch the names on the tapestry but pulled back, realizing he shouldn't.

"Why must he inherit Kreacher? Why not Miss Bella or Miss Cissy?"

His gaze was filled with boundless hatred, as if he would stab Sirius with a dinner knife if he weren't his master.

"Look on the bright side, Kreacher," Jane sighed softly, beginning to analyze the pros and cons of different heirs. "If they inherited, you wouldn't be able to care for Regulus. Remember the note in the locket? He betrayed the Dark Lord. If they found out, his name on the tapestry might be burned off, let alone his body."

Kreacher hunched over deeply, clearly understanding this point. Tears once again poured from his eyes.

"Besides, if Sirius isn't around, the next heir according to the will would likely be his godson," she continued, analyzing the inheritance line. "Unless he has children of his own, I think he'd leave everything to Harry."

"That must not happen!" Kreacher shrieked, shaking his head as if Harry were a greater disaster than Sirius. "The Black family must not fall into the hands of a Potter! Utter disgrace, a betrayal that would make Kreacher wish for death!"

By comparison, it seemed Kreacher found Sirius inheriting the estate less horrifying.

"A filthy scoundrel could still have offspring," Kreacher muttered, his lips moving. "As long as it's not the Potter boy... Even if the offspring carries the disgraceful one's filthy blood, at least they'll still bear the Black name. Kreacher won't end up in the hands of a Potter—the Black name will still exist—"

His voice dropped to a near whisper, as if lost in thought.

Jane could barely make out words like "offspring," "marriage," and "inherit Kreacher," wondering if her sleep deprivation was causing hallucinations.

In truth, she strongly doubted Sirius would ever marry... and if he did, he'd probably insist on changing his own surname.

But after her earlier analysis of wizarding inheritance laws with Kreacher—

The house-elf's mind seemed to have formed a bizarre, self-contained logic loop.

"Kind Miss!" Kreacher's tears stopped, and he seemed somewhat comforted. He bowed deeply to Jane once more. "Your wisdom is like heavenly music to Kreacher's ears! The disgraceful young master must have offspring soon—Kreacher will work toward this goal—!"

Jane blinked in confusion.

What wisdom? What heavenly music?

Why had Kreacher suddenly joined the "encourage offspring" brigade?

This line of thinking—wasn't something off about it?

But she couldn't recall saying anything misleading.

Feeling the disconnect between human and house-elf emotions, Jane scratched her head and returned to her room.

For some reason, her instincts told her she should light a candle for Sirius.

Unbeknownst to her, Kreacher, after her analysis of inheritance laws, had reached an epiphany.

He realized the kind Miss Jane had pointed him toward a clear path!

Encouraging Sirius to have offspring wouldn't just ensure a next generation with the Black name, preventing the family's extinction—

It would also guarantee that after Sirius's death, a Black would inherit Kreacher, keeping him out of the Potter boy's hands!

And this would give him ample opportunity to wield his verbal prowess, driving the mistress's disgraceful son away, along with his riffraff companions!

Such a multi-pronged solution could only come from the wise, kind, and admirable Miss Jane!

Kreacher had found a new purpose!

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