"Kreacher~ I need the roots of the thorn flower and the dew on the moongrass."
"Sorry~ little master, the inventory at home has been exhausted."
The old house, with a silver-green tone, is gorgeous yet stylish. The air is filled with a faint medicinal fragrance. A little man, barely tall enough to reach the table, was sitting on the bench, stirring the pot with a big stick. The soft black hair was soaked with sweat. The big purple eyes stared intently at the colorful soup in the pot...