Asher's behavior alarmed the portraits, and also alarmed Kreacher, who had hidden somewhere after finishing his housework.
As if he had guessed Asher's mood, Kreacher appeared silently behind him, and then waited quietly for his orders without breaking the silence of the moment.
In the square outside the old house, there were only a few Muggles passing by. There were no birds flying in the sky, no insects chirping around, and it was completely silent.
The gentle wind blew across Asher's cheek slowly, and it seemed to blow away all the fatigue in his body in an instant, leaving only the joy of all his plans coming to fruition.
This joy was like a bottle of fine wine, and even made him a little tipsy.
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