DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Master... my master...

Please forgive the stupid Kreacher..."

Kreacher's face was extremely terrified, he bowed tremblingly to Sirius, then snapped his fingers and disappeared in an instant, Sirius was terrified at this point.

Sirius snorted coldly and showed an embarrassing smile on everyone's face: "I'm sorry, Kreacher was brainwashed by my mother's theory of pure blood supremacy a long time ago, if he talks like this again Don't get used to it!"

"It's okay!" Harry shook his head hastily, he was always so kind.

Sirius opened his mouth to speak but stopped, suddenly didn't know what to say.

Some things cannot be changed in any way.

In a small dark corner, Kreacher lowered his head and fiddled with his skinny fingers, looking at the few people who were having a good time talking in the light with a strong hatred beyond his words.

"It shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be like this..."

Not knowing what to think of, Kreacher mumbled to himself. Slowly, its big dull eyes became brighter and brighter, and it snapped its fingers and disappeared again.

A few minutes later, a frantic scream resounded throughout Black's old house, and the sound was as creepy as iron smashing through glass.

Harry's body trembled violently again, this time the poor parchment was not so lucky, it was scratched obliquely by the quill in a large piece.

"You bastard! You still have the face to come back?!

And a stinky wolf cub? ! Damn it, get out of here! How dare you desecrate the ancestral home of the Black family since ancient times? ! "

Walburga Black, the mother of Sirius, the former owner of this house, even though there is only one portrait left of her, she still carries out her ideas during her lifetime.

Hearing this voice, Sirius' expression changed drastically in an instant. He waved his wand, and disappeared from the sofa in an instant. Carl spread his hands helplessly, and also followed after Apparation.

Harry couldn't care about his unfinished homework at the moment, he put the quill in his hand away, jumped off his chair and hurriedly ran over to the source of the sound.

And Naiyali is still playing with her nails gracefully, as if nothing has anything to do with him.

When Harry arrived, panting, Sirius was facing a portrait with red cheeks and fiercely cursing the person on it.

"You are such a good son of mine! Look what you brought back!

Disgusting werewolves, and smelly mudbloods! "

Behind the moldy curtain, the old lady in the portrait has sallow skin and drool, wearing a black pointed hat, and her eyes are rolling.

The old lady looked agitated, cursing everyone she saw.

"Please be careful with your words, I'm not a mudblood!"

Carl frowned, thinking about changing his real body for her to see.

"Oh, my God... Another one! How many people did you bring?!"

Seeing Harry running over out of breath, the old lady almost fainted. But soon she frowned and looked at Harry carefully, sniffing the air along the way.

"People from the Potter family?"

The old lady's expression softened, but she still had a stinky face.

"You pedantic old witch who has been buried in the ground long ago! You should be the one who should get out. There is no room for the dead in this world!"

After the old lady paused, it was time for Sirius to output, but he was still too poor when it came to cursing, his volume and vocabulary were far inferior to Mrs. Black's.

"Heh~, Nie Zi! Look at what this once glorious family has become now..."

"That's because you're all so stupid!"

The fierce scolding continued, and the momentum of both sides in the war reached its peak. And Kreacher, the house elf watching all this from a shadowy corner, was silently cheering for his mistress.

It would be great if... if the prodigal son could get out with his people!

"Sooner or later, I will throw you into the furnace and burn you!"

Sirius looked at the portrait viciously, but there was nothing he could do about her. The portraits of every member of the Black family are integrated with this ancient house, which is indestructible unless the house is destroyed or the person is willing...

"Silence!"

As Sirius drew his wand, drew down the curtain, and said the spell aloud.

The whole world is clean!

Kreacher stepped out of the shadows, looked at the portrait covered by the curtain and whispered to himself: "Look at what is going on in the mind of this unfilial prodigal, even the last trace of the poor mistress in this world. destroy..."

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Sirius turned around angrily, wishing he could sew Kreacher's mouth shut.

Kreacher snorted coldly, with a bit of unwillingness remaining in his eyes, he snapped his fingers resentfully and disappeared with a snap.

"Sirius, is she your mother?"

Looking at Sirius, whose face of anger had not completely dissipated, Harry suddenly asked.

"Hmm~...yes, that's right!" Sirius paused, and then explained carelessly: "You also saw it just now, she is a pure bloodist through and through, even in the portrait!

If the mysterious people did not have the support of people like them, it is absolutely impossible to develop so strong!

Take my family for example, everyone has become Death Eaters except me. They yearn to regain the glory of pure blood, however, it is their choice that leads them to the abyss of eternal doom..."

When he said this, Sirius' tone suddenly darkened, and he was silent for a moment before continuing: "After the mysterious man fell, all the pure-blood families who participated in it were all liquidated. Just like my crazy cousin, more than half of them All were sentenced to life imprisonment.

Others were as weak and unsteady as my brother, and were crushed to death by him like an ant. Do you know how happy the old witch was when he was branded with the Dark Mark by the mysterious man?

At the beginning, she only thought that the moment when the Black family reached the pinnacle again was just around the corner! The result... hehe~..."

Sirius looked at the gray sky outside the window and smiled sarcastically. Although he hated everything here, his driving was still Black after all.

With such a crazy mother, Harry suddenly sympathized with Sirius. He thought of the good times he had spent with his mother during the summer vacation, and for a while the emotion became stronger.

Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison...

Harry watched Sirius silently, all he could do now was listen...

I was too anxious to paste it wrong, it has been corrected QAQ...