The portraits in the room woke up one by one, and the screams they made one after another were like the noise produced by the machinery in a Muggle factory running at full strength, and even the air rippled.
However, no portrait's voice could be more harsh than that of the old lady. It glared at Sirius, who was sitting on the ground panting. After surviving the initial accident, the old lady opened her mouth, which had lost many teeth, and relaxed. His yellow skin tightened,
"You - you, prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, I am the evil offspring born to you!"
The old lady in the frame opened her teeth and claws, as if she was about to rush out and take a bite out of Sirius' neck.
"How dare you come back here? You - you are a filthy scum who has disgraced the family. Get out of the house left by your ancestors!"
Sirius's dark pupils were suddenly filled with fire. He glared sinisterly at the inhuman old lady in the frame who seemed to be tortured by a deformation torture spell. A power suddenly emerged from his weak body. This power He raised his chin proudly and stood up bit by bit.
Sirius stared fearlessly at the old lady who was trying his best to curse as viciously as he could, and said coldly,
"Long time no see, my dear mother--"
The old lady in the portrait held her breath for a moment, her expression seemed to have been endlessly insulted. Seeing this, Sirius showed pleasure, but before he could say anything else, the old lady howled again,
"Kreacher, Kreacher, damn thing, where are you lazy again!"
boom!
Under the dim, flickering light, the air suddenly exploded. The house elf named 'Kreacher' squeezed out of the air and appeared in the bustling corridor.
This house elf is very old, with sagging and excess skin many times more than its body actually needs. Although its head is bald like all house elves, there are two big bat-like ears. A lot of white hair grew out, its eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and its fleshy nose was big, just like a pig's nose.
Kreacher appeared next to Sirius, but it did not look at him. Instead, it respectfully saluted the old lady's portrait, bending down so that its forehead could touch the instep of its own feet.
"My most noble mistress, Kreacher has been awaiting your orders."
The house elf kept chanting in a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog,
"Kreacher is not lazy, my noble mistress, Kreacher has served the noble Black family all his life--"
"Get this white-eyed wolf, this disobedient bastard, out of my house!"
The old lady stretched out her index finger to tap the chest of Sirius who was staring coldly at Kreacher, and yelled.
"Ah--it's you, Master--"
Kreacher, who acted as if he had just discovered Sirius, turned around, slowly, reluctantly, and perfunctorily bowed his waist, and then spoke in a low voice,
"Master Black is a nasty, ungrateful bastard. He broke his mother's heart. Now, this scumbag has escaped Azkaban and returned to my mistress's house. But why should he come back?" He should stay in Azkaban and forgive himself for the stupid things he did-"
"Long time no see, Kreacher--"
Sirius leaned against the wall opposite the portrait, holding his painful ribs and saying with a sullen face,
"To be honest, I'm a little surprised. I thought you were dead of old age, but you're not much better now. You seem to be too old to be confused-"
"The young master always likes to make little jokes, Kreacher is not an old fool--"
As the house-elf spoke, he bowed to Sirius again, as if instinct commanded him to do so.
"Kreacher noticed the young master as soon as he entered the house. If it weren't for the mistress's order, Kreacher would have tried to hide away, because Kreacher knew that the young master must have gotten into big trouble again before running back, just like the previous one. This appearance will only make my respected mistress sad--"
The portrait of the old lady on the wall kept shouting for Kreacher to drive Sirius out of the house, and Kreacher lowered his head and kept muttering something. Sirius's face turned from yellow to green, and he gritted his teeth and said to the old lady,
"Shut your mouth, or I will order Kreacher to throw everything out of this house, including your portrait!"
The old lady was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect that Sirius would dare to say such an outrageous thing.
Kreacher at Sirius's feet also showed an indignant expression. He was about to say something, but at this moment, a violent fire suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, and a violent explosion shook the whole house. They all trembled!
"Oooh--"
Amosta stamped his feet and hurriedly put out the flames on his sleeves. Then he looked at the stunned Black and the dirty house elf fifty feet away, waving his right hand and smiling happily.
"Hiss--it's not easy to get into this house and have a visit... I'm sorry, did I disturb your reminiscence?"
After a period of depressing silence, the old lady on the wall was the first to show off her power.
"Here comes a despicable, dirty mudblood. Who are you? Who gave you the courage to break into my house? Get out of here!"
A mean, dirty Mudblood?
Click!
Amosta's face suddenly darkened, a small flash of thunder flashed in his purple eyes, and a powerful aura rolled from where he stood like a torrent.
The lights from the gas lamps on the walls of the long and narrow corridor flickered wildly as if being whipped, and the portrait frames hanging on the walls fell down one after another. Although the frame where the old lady was staying did not It fell, but it was like being hit hard by a hammer. There were cracks in the precious red sandalwood frame. The old lady with a ferocious expression rolled her eyes and fainted directly in her frame.
"Who is this, so rude?"
Amosta took Shi Ran's steps and said unhappily.
"My mother...she has always been like this..."
Sirius replied dully, but then, when he came back to his senses, he looked at Amosta Brain who was approaching him, and a cold chill rose from the bottom of his heart and spread all over his body in an instant.
How can it be? !
This was the first thought that came to Sirius' mind.
Not to mention how Amosta Brain kept up with his apparated self, just the fact that he was able to break into this house was beyond comprehension.
This house is where Sirius was born, and he grew up here. Since he can remember, everyone living in the house has been telling him about the efforts that the great ancestors of the Black family have made to protect this house. , everyone told Sirius that as long as the spells protecting the house did not expire, it would be impossible for Dumbledore to rush in!
Ever since he was young, Sirius has never doubted the reliability of his family's ancestral home. Otherwise, this would not be the first place he thinks of when he is on the verge of despair.
But now, a wizard actually broke the powerful spells protecting this old house and broke in.
At this moment, Sirius finally understood why Albus Dumbledore would find this young man who looked to be in his early twenties to serve as the extremely important position of Director of the Student Safety Office at Hogwarts!
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