Hogwarts Everything is Three

Just as Allen was looking at the dilapidated old house, a loud crack came, and a house-elf described as sloppy appeared in front of them.

This is Kreacher, and Allen looked at him with interest.

Except for a dirty rag around his waist, like a waist cloth used by men in tropical countries to cover his body, he is almost naked.

His appearance is very old, and his skin seems to be several times more than what his body actually needs. Although his head is as bald as all house elves, a large bat grows out of those two big ears like bats. Pile of white hair.

His eyes were bloodshot, watery and grey, and his fleshy nose was big, almost like a pig's nose.

"Ah, it's Master!" Kreacher's light-colored eyes suddenly widened, but his eyes on Sirius were filled with unforgettable hatred.

Immediately, Kreacher bowed deeply, his body was ridiculously low, his big pig nose squashed on the ground.

Then, he said in a very soft but clear voice, "The young master is a nasty, ungrateful and filthy bastard, who broke his mother's heart-oh my poor mistress, she vowed not to recognize him. My son, now he’s back, and it’s said he’s still a murderer—"

Alan held back his laugh and looked at Black. He seemed to be able to see the blue veins on Black's forehead.

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius said irritably, "she sustains her life entirely by resentment."

"No matter what the young master says," he muttered angrily, "the young master doesn't even deserve to polish the soles of his mother's shoes. Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw the young master, how much the hostess hates him? , How disappointing he is—"

Kreacher bowed again as he spoke.

"Get up," Sirius said impatiently. "Well, what do you want to do?"

"I'm guarding the mistress's house," the elf said again, "Kreacher worked for the noble Black family all his life—"

The elf straightened up and looked at them with vicious eyes, apparently believing that they couldn't hear him, because he continued to talk.

"The Prodigal also brought back a little bastard. Kreacher doesn't know his name. What is he doing here? Kreacher doesn't know..."

"Well, now you can rest assured? You go, Kreacher." Sirius said coldly.

The elf looked at Black incredulously, as if not daring to defy the direct order.

However, when he dragged his two feet out, he let out an earth-shattering wailing, "Mistress, take a look, master, the murderer has returned from Azkaban, and he also brought back a kid. "

"Kreacher must protect this home. Kreacher will never let the young master and the little boy destroy this home—" Kreacher, who had disappeared around the corner, was still wailing.

"Shut up, Kreacher! If you howl again, I really want to kill!" Sirius shouted irritably.

He picked up an umbrella stand and threw it in Kreacher's direction like a vent.

"Oh, oops, I forgot--"

Before Black had finished speaking, he was overwhelmed by a terrible, deafening, and creepy scream.

Two velvet curtains full of insect eyes, without the suppression of the umbrella stand, suddenly dispersed.

But there is no door behind.

Allen thought for a moment that it was a window, and an old lady in a black hat behind the window was screaming desperately, as if she was undergoing severe torture--

Then Allen realized that this was only a life-size portrait, but he had never seen such a realistic and unpleasant portrait in his life.

The old lady was drooling, her eyes rolled steadily, and the yellow skin on her face was tight because of screaming.

In the hall behind them, the other portraits were awakened, and they began to scream, the sound almost deafened people's ears.

Allen reacted swiftly, and rushed in three steps in two steps, trying to pull the curtain to hide the old lady, but he didn't pull it.

The old lady's cry became more and more piercing, and she waved her claw-like hands as if she was about to scratch his face.

"Shut up, you terrible old witch, shut up!" Black also rushed up, grabbing the curtain.

The old lady turned pale suddenly.

"You-you!" She widened her eyes when she saw Sirius, and screamed, "Prodigal son, the shame of the family, the evil seed I gave birth!"

"I've said--shut up--mouth!" Sirius roared, and he and Allen worked hard together to finally pull the curtains up again.

Allen stretched out his wand and pointed it at the umbrella stand in the distance. "The umbrella stand is flying."

The umbrella stand flew straight to him.

Allen caught the umbrella stand, it was heavy! Caught off guard, Allen almost let go.

He took a moment to see that this umbrella stand was unusual. It was made of giant monster's leg bones. No wonder it was so heavy.

The umbrella stand was pressed against the curtain, and the old lady's scream disappeared.

But the surrounding portraits are still screaming.

Allen used his wand to recite the coma spell on the other portraits, and there was a reverberating silence in the room.

"Nice work!" Slightly panting ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Pulling away the long black hair covering his eyes, Sirius turned to look at Alan.

"Ellen," he said sternly, "now you have seen my mother."

Alan didn't know what expression to make, so he had to pretend to be foolish: "Yours?"

"Yes, my dear good mother." Sirius said. "She kicked me out of the Black family."

"Why does she hang the portrait here?" Allen asked.

"Perhaps like Kreacher, guarding the oldest and noble Black family or something. I have always wanted to get her down, but she seems to have chanted a permanent paste curse behind the canvas of her portrait. Maybe she should go to Knockdown Alley. Find a special medicine to dispel this spell."

Allen found that Sirius' tone was very blunt and cold.

But after taking the attribute potion, Allen, whose insight and perception has been fully improved, realized that this is not the case.

The colder Sirius is on the surface, the more wounded it is in his heart.

Just like the old woman on this tapestry, Allen turned her head, her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the curtain to see the portrait inside.

Obviously, I wanted to see my son for the first time, but I couldn't help but use curses to replace my concern.

Sirius walked to the other side of the room, and a dilapidated, dirty tapestry covered the entire wall.

Allen followed and looked carefully.

The tapestry looks very old and very old, the color is already dim, and it seems that the fox has bitten several places.

However, the gold thread embroidered on it was still shining, and Allen clearly saw a family tree of vines, dating back to the Middle Ages.

A few large characters are embroidered on the top of the tapestry:

The oldest and noble Black family

Always pure