At the entrance of the palace-like tent, Draco, who was dressed in a crisp suit, raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry, whose head was enlarged by the bubble gum given by Ginny, with a slightly sarcastic look. He completely ignored him and stood there. With two professors who once taught him.
"What's going on, Remus?"
Sirius frowned sharply and asked softly Remus who was confronting Narcissa.
Remus pursed his lips, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"It's Kreacher. He wanted to invite you to the tent as a guest. I noticed the movement outside, so I came out to take a look."
"Eating everything inside and outside!" Sirius scolded unceremoniously, "Where is Kreacher?"
"I've sent him to the kitchen to make breakfast for you."
After being fully bathed in the sunshine for more than half a month on the sea, Sirius, whose face was already dark enough, turned dark to the end. He walked past Remus and stood in for him to confront Draco's mother.
"You are not welcome in my tent, go away!"
Faced with Sirius's merciless scolding, Narcissa Malfoy showed nothing, but Draco suddenly became angry. He glared at Sirius angrily, as if he wanted to step forward to defend his mother's dignity. However, Narcissa stopped Draco.
At the same time, Mr. Weasley stopped Harry and others who were about to go up to make a show of their strength. He gently shook his head at Harry who looked embarrassed but showed no signs of weakness.
"Let them deal with it, Harry, and you little guys don't interfere."
"What's going on -" Hermione frowned and stood behind Mr. Weasley and asked in a low voice, "That's Malfoy's mother. She seems to know Sirius?"
Harry blinked. He looked at Sirius and Malfoy's mother, who were facing each other coldly, and finally realized that they might know each other. Before he could express his doubts, Ron said with a rather cold expression. He said in a disdainful tone,
"This is not surprising, is it? Sirius's family is very famous. Pure-blood wizard families have been intermarried with each other for hundreds of years. After all, Malfoy and I are still related!"
Even though his eyes were squeezed into a slit, Harry still tried his best to stare at Ron with his eyes wide open. Ron was actually related to Malfoy. Harry was really surprised!
"Your tent--"
Narcissa Malfoy seemed not to have intended to speak to Sirius, but Sirius' rude tone seemed to irritate her, and she put on a look of disgust, as if she smelled something bad.
Narcissa glanced at the tent left by Sirius's father, her eyes were like looking at the garbage in a second-hand garage sale.
To be fair, Sirius's tent is still very impressive, and its style is not at all overwhelming in front of a group of luxurious tents. The only problem is that it has not been used for a long time, and over the years, the Black Mansion has been the home of Klee. It was all about maintenance. It spent most of its time complimenting the portrait of Sirius' mother, and could not find time to clean or maintain the Black family's property, which resulted in the tent being severely infested by insects.
"That's all the Black family has left in your hands, right?"
Narcissa looked haughty;
"I want to hear what Walburga said about you when she was still alive? The prodigal son is absolutely right. No wonder she emptied the Black family's treasury before she died, leaving not a penny to you. "
Mentioning this matter, a hint of gloom flashed across Sirius's dark face. He didn't care about the gold hidden by the Black family in the goblin's underground vault. However, the mutual suspicion and hatred between mother and son were indeed nothing to be told by outsiders. Glorious things.
"I'm different from you--"
After suppressing the anger in his heart, Sirius's eyes returned to coldness.
"I don't have to rely on gold or shout about my ridiculous blood all day long to live a straight life."
Harry almost cheered for Sirius. Even Remus had a smile on his lips. Draco's pale cheeks suddenly turned rosy. He reached into his pocket with his hand, quickly took out his wand, pointed it at Sirius, and said: Growling like a wolf invading territory,
"Apologise to my mother, right now!"
"careful!"
Harry exclaimed. Except for Mr. Weasley, he and Hermione and others beside him were on guard the moment Draco showed signs of attack. For a moment, the atmosphere between the two sides became tense. The wizards passing by looked at them in surprise. Some of the quick-responsive people had already run away, as if they wanted to report the situation to the camp manager.
To be honest, the threat of a young wizard was not taken seriously by Sirius and Remus. However, facing Draco who pointed his wand at them, there was disappointment in his eyes. After all, no matter how they reconciled, The Malfoy family doesn't care, Draco Malfoy has been his student for two years.
"Put your wands away, you two!"
Mr. Weasley's tone was no longer his usual good-natured tone. He looked at his children sternly until Harry and the others reluctantly put away their wands. Then, Mr. Weasley looked at them again. To Draco,
"Please put your wand away, little Mr. Malfoy, there will be no fighting allowed here!"
"Why should I listen to you!"
Draco's arm didn't move at all.
"I'm sorry, little Mr. Malfoy!"
Mr. Weasley took a step forward and said angrily,
"Maybe you have forgotten, but I have an obligation to remind you that I am a Ministry of Magic official and it is my responsibility to maintain law and order here. Are you going to launch an attack in front of a Ministry of Magic official!"
Mr. Weasley's words were obviously something Draco didn't expect, because he had never taken the Weasley family seriously at all, but now, there were already a lot of people watching, which made him a little bit stuck.
"Put your wand away, Draco, it's not worth it for these ne'er-do-wells."
Narcissa is more sensible than Draco. She knows that under such circumstances, it is no longer suitable to argue with this group of people. Moreover, Arthur Weasley is a senior official of the Ministry of Magic. She also comes from a pure-blood family, so if the trouble comes to the end, it may not be easy for her husband to handle it.
Narcissa pressed down on Draco's arm. She looked deeply at Sirius, as if she wanted to remember his face, and then she put her arm around Draco's shoulders and raised her voice a bit,
"Come on, Draco, let's go to the Greengrass family's tent. There is no need to argue with a criminal and a werewolf who came out of Azkaban. It's very rude!"
As soon as these words came out, the people watching this scene suddenly became commotion. Many foreigners who were not aware of the situation looked at Remus and Sirius in horror, and backed away as if they had seen pests.
Sirius and Remus looked ugly in the face of people's pointing fingers, but they couldn't explain anything to these foreigners who didn't know the truth, especially, in a sense, Narcissa Malfoy was not If you lie, Remus is a genuine werewolf, and Sirius did spend one-third of his life in the infamous Azkaban.
"Stop, Malfoy!"
Harry suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart. He raised his dropped wand again and shouted at Malfoy's back.
"You look really interesting, Potter. Oh, are you planning to make a good appearance at the World Cup?"
Draco was satisfied with Sirius and Remus' embarrassment. He didn't worry about Harry's wand at all. After laughing evilly, he followed his mother and disappeared around the corner without looking back.
"Potter? Is that Harry Potter?"
"It's him. Although his face is swollen, I can see his scars!"
"Oh, he was the one who defeated You-Know-Who! Cam, get my camera quickly, I want to take a picture of Harry Potter. Your mother has always been curious about him!"
The surrounding discussions surged like the tide under the moon, and people were afraid of werewolves and criminals. However, the foreign wizards who had just retreated could not help but be curious, and slowly came up.
"Come in, Harry—"
Harry, who was a little at a loss, stood there blankly. He didn't expect that so many foreigners had heard of his name. Hermione, who was the first to recover, grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him towards him. Tent pull.
call--
Sirius took a deep breath;
"Come on, Harry, let's talk inside."
(End of chapter)
