DNF Meets Harry Potter

No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the old house of the Black family.

Dust was flying and the sky was gray. Weeds and moss grow tenaciously in the corners, and the walls are covered with mottled traces of time.

Karl and the others looked at the old and dilapidated villa in front of them and couldn't help twitching their mouths, then tilted their heads and looked at Sirius together, especially Niyari, who was already a little suspicious of life now.

Seeing this, Sirius couldn't hold back his face, and then smiled awkwardly:

"It hasn't been long since Lupine and I came back from our trip. We only had time to clean the inside of the house, not the outside. But don't worry, it will be back to its original state soon...

As you all know, I haven't been here since I was sixteen..."

Harry nodded understandingly, in fact he didn't care what Sirius' home was like at all.

As long as you have a family, no matter where you go, you are home...

Several people talked and laughed and stepped up the slightly dilapidated stone steps. Sirius pulled out his wand and tapped lightly on the door. After a while, the quaint door that had stood in the old Black family house trembled slightly. Slowly open after a sound...

"Welcome to my home!"

Sirius stood at the gate and said loudly with a faint smile on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he snapped his fingers, and the huge crystal chandelier in the hall lit up, and the darkness was instantly dispelled.

Under the leadership of Sirius, several people filed in, and Niyari's frown was relaxed. Although it doesn't look like much from the outside, the decor inside is quite nice.

Carl stretched his muscles, sat down on the sofa, and stretched beautifully.

After entering the room, Harry looked curiously at the house where Sirius once lived, then hurriedly found a table, and began to 'happily' write his homework, the kind that wept while writing...

One person, one pen, one night, one miracle...

Harry didn't have someone to help him with his homework like Carl did. After spending almost two months at home, he finally tasted the bitter fruit today.

"The distance between the words in the history of magic is larger. Professor Binns won't read it so carefully..." Sirius held back a smile and gave Harry a trick. He used these little tricks in school and used them time and again.

"Have you finished your homework, Carl?!" Harry turned to Carl, hoping for a teammate.

In his impression, Carl was always the last one to hand in his homework.

"Homework... what is that?" Carl blinked, turned his wrist, and a stack of parchment full of words appeared in his hand.

He swayed in front of Harry as if showing off, "Is this thing going to take you a long time? No way, no way..."

"That's impossible!" Harry's eyes widened. The Carl he knew would never be the one who finished his homework ahead of time!

"How is it impossible?" Carl smacked his lips and said with a smirk: "Stop lying to yourself, if you delay any longer, I dare say you will be very miserable in the next few days..."

Harry rolled his eyes, ignored him and began to concentrate on finishing his summer homework. As Carl said, if he doesn't hurry up, he might suffer when school starts.

Seeing that Harry was no longer pushing, Carl smiled slightly, rubbed his fingers on the leather sofa in Sirius' home, and fell into deep thought.

He remembered that there seemed to be a Horcrux here?

He stood up, and just as he was about to walk around to see if he could find it, a low voice filled with disgust suddenly entered his ears.

"Mudblood still smells like a stranger, who is it! Um~, it turned out to be the young master, and he brought his annoying friends with him.

But... a prodigal son who was expelled from the family tree many years ago, how could he have the face to come back? If the poor hostess is still alive, she will drive them all out after seeing this scene...

The noble Black family does not tolerate blasphemy and defilement! "

Harry, who was sitting at the desk concentrating on his homework, was startled by the sudden sound, his body trembled violently, and a long ink mark was drawn on the parchment.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Carl's mouth. Just now he was still worrying about how to find the locket, but now the opportunity came to his door automatically. It's so good~...

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. An old house elf suddenly appeared at the originally empty staircase.

It looked very old, its face was wrinkled, and there was nothing else on its body except a dirty rag around its waist.

There are a lot of white hairs in the big bat-like ears, and the two eyes that are as big as copper bells staring at the Calcio people are full of disgust, wishing to drive them out immediately.

"Kreacher! I told you before, don't appear in front of my friends! Why didn't you obey the order?"

Seeing this house-elf, Sirius' originally amiable face suddenly darkened, he pointed his finger at Kreacher's nose angrily, and yelled at it.

"Oh, master...Young master is Kreacher's new master now! The meaning of Kreacher's existence is to dedicate everything completely and unreservedly to the noble Black family! When the mistress was still alive, how big was this family? Prominent!

But... why did it become like this? My poor mistress, she must not have expected such a dark day to come——the prodigal son who was expelled from the family has returned, and he has inherited everything from the Black family!

What would she think if she saw Kreacher serving the young master? How disappointed the poor mistress was with the young master..."

Kreacher 'tactfully' answered Sirius' question.

"Shut up, Kreacher!" Sirius' face darkened immediately, and he angrily walked up to Kreacher, wishing he could give him a kick.

But thinking that Harry was still watching, he had to work hard to suppress the anger that was about to explode.

"Very good! Is that your reason?

You heard me clearly, I now command you to show some respect to my friends! If you let me hear these disgusting words again, you just wait to get out of the Black family! "

Sirius blushed, Harry had never seen him so angry, even the photo published in the wanted notice was slightly inferior.

Kreacher's body trembled violently, and he almost couldn't stand still. It didn't matter that Sirius was expelled from the Black family back then, but it was different.

For house-elves, there is nothing more terrifying than being cast out of the family, and they regard this event as more important than their lives!