Chapter 235
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 235
The portraits in the room woke up one by one, and their screams one after another were like the noise produced by the machinery in a Muggle factory running at full speed, even the air was rippling.
But no portrait has a more piercing voice than that of the old lady, staring at Sirius sitting on the ground panting. After the initial accident, the old lady bared her toothless mouth, slack His yellow skin tightened,
"You—you, the prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, I am the evil seed born!"
The old lady in the frame opened her teeth and claws, as if she was going to rush out and give Sirius a hard bite on the neck.
"How dare you come back here, you—you, a dirty bastard who has disgraced your family, get out of the house left by your ancestors!"
Fire suddenly ignited in Sirius' dim pupils. He stared sullenly at the inhuman old lady in the picture frame who seemed to be tortured by the transformation spell. Suddenly, a force surged from his weak body. This force He raised his chin proudly and stood up bit by bit.
Sirius stared fearlessly at the old lady who was doing her best to utter vicious curses, 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 suffered endless insults. Seeing it like this, Sirius expressed pleasure, but before he could say anything, the old lady howled again,
"Kreacher, Kreacher, damn thing, where are you slacking off!"
boom!
Under the dim and flickering lights, the air suddenly exploded, and the house elf named 'Kreacher' squeezed through the air and appeared in the bustling corridor.
This house-elf was aging, with more flabby, excess skin than his body needed, and although his head was bald like all house-elves, there was a slack in those large, bat-like ears. A lot of white hair grew out, its eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and its fleshy nose was so big that it looked like a pig's nose.
Kreacher appeared next to Sirius, but it didn't look at him, but respectfully saluted towards the portrait of the old lady, bending down so that its forehead could touch the back of its feet.
"My most honorable mistress, Kreacher has been waiting for your order."
The house-elf murmured incessantly in a husky, low voice like a bullfrog,
"Kreacher is not lazy, my honorable mistress, Kreacher has served the noble Black family all her life—"
"Drive this white-eyed wolf, this rebellious bastard, out of my house!"
The old lady stretched out her index finger and stared coldly at Kreacher's Sirius' chest, yelling loudly.
"Ah—so it was you, master—"
Kreacher, who acted as if he had just discovered Sirius, turned around, bowed slowly, reluctantly, and perfunctorily, and then muttered in a low voice,
"Master Black is a nasty, ungrateful bastard, he broke his mother's heart, and now the scumbag has escaped from Azkaban and returned to my mistress' house, but why should he come back, He should have stayed in Azkaban and forgiven the stupid things he did—”
"Long time no see, Kreacher—"
Sirius leaned against the wall opposite the portrait, covered his aching ribs and said sullenly,
"To be honest, I'm a little surprised. I thought you were old and dead, but it's not much better now. You look old and confused--"
"The young master always likes to make a little joke, Kreacher is not old--"
The house-elf bowed to Sirius as he spoke, as if instinct asked him to do so,
"Kreacher found out when the young master just walked into the house. If it wasn't for the mistress' order, Kreacher wanted to hide, because Kreacher knew that the young master must have gotten into big trouble again before running back, just like the previous one. It will only grieve my venerable mistress—”
The portrait of the old lady on the wall kept clamoring for Kreacher to drive Sirius out of the house, and Kreacher lowered his head and kept mumbling something. Sirius' face turned from yellow to blue, he gritted his teeth and said to the old lady,
"Shut up, or I will order Kreacher to throw out everything in this house, including your portrait!"
The old lady was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't expected that Sirius would dare to say such outrageous words.
And Kreacher at the feet of Sirius also showed an indignant expression. It was about to say something, but at this moment, a violent flame suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, and the violent explosion caused the entire house to They all trembled!
"Yo ho--"
Amosta stomped his feet and frantically slapped the flames off his sleeves, looked at the dumbfounded Black and the dirty house-elf beside him fifty feet away, waved his right hand and smiled happily
"Hiss—it's really not easy to get into this house. I'm sorry, did I disturb you to catch up?"
After a depressing silence, the old lady on the wall was the first one to show her anger.
"Here comes a lowly, dirty Mudblood, who are you, who gave you the guts to break into my house, quick, get out of here!"
Vile, dirty Mudblood?
Click!
Amosta's complexion sank, a small thunder flashed in his purple eyes, and the tyrannical aura surged 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 wall fell down one after another. It fell, but it was like being hit by a hammer, cracks appeared on the precious red sandalwood frame, and the ferocious old lady rolled her eyes and passed out directly in her picture frame.
"Who is this, so rude?"
Amosta said with unhappily walking steps.
"My mother. She's always been like that."
Sirius replied sluggishly, but then, when he came back to his senses, he looked at Amosta Bryan who was approaching him, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, spreading all over his body in an instant.
How can it be? !
That was the first thought that popped into Sirius' mind.
Leaving aside how Amosta Bryan managed to keep up with the apparating self, it is incomprehensible just because he was able to break into this house.
This house is the place where Sirius was born. He grew up here. Since he can remember, everyone living in the house has been telling him what efforts 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 don't fail, even if Dumbledore wants to rush in, it's impossible!
He has been obsessed with it since he was a child, and Sirius has never doubted the reliability of the family's ancestral home, otherwise, this place would not be the first place he thought of when he was on the verge of extinction.
But now, a sorcerer actually broke the powerful spells that protected this old house and broke in abruptly.
At this moment, Sirius finally understood why Albus Dumbledore would find this young man who seemed to be in his early 20s to be the head of the Hogwarts Student Safety Office, an extremely important position!
(End of this chapter)
The portraits in the room woke up one by one, and their screams one after another were like the noise produced by the machinery in a Muggle factory running at full speed, even the air was rippling.
But no portrait has a more piercing voice than that of the old lady, staring at Sirius sitting on the ground panting. After the initial accident, the old lady bared her toothless mouth, slack His yellow skin tightened,
"You—you, the prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, I am the evil seed born!"
The old lady in the frame opened her teeth and claws, as if she was going to rush out and give Sirius a hard bite on the neck.
"How dare you come back here, you—you, a dirty bastard who has disgraced your family, get out of the house left by your ancestors!"
Fire suddenly ignited in Sirius' dim pupils. He stared sullenly at the inhuman old lady in the picture frame who seemed to be tortured by the transformation spell. Suddenly, a force surged from his weak body. This force He raised his chin proudly and stood up bit by bit.
Sirius stared fearlessly at the old lady who was doing her best to utter vicious curses, 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 suffered endless insults. Seeing it like this, Sirius expressed pleasure, but before he could say anything, the old lady howled again,
"Kreacher, Kreacher, damn thing, where are you slacking off!"
boom!
Under the dim and flickering lights, the air suddenly exploded, and the house elf named 'Kreacher' squeezed through the air and appeared in the bustling corridor.
This house-elf was aging, with more flabby, excess skin than his body needed, and although his head was bald like all house-elves, there was a slack in those large, bat-like ears. A lot of white hair grew out, its eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and its fleshy nose was so big that it looked like a pig's nose.
Kreacher appeared next to Sirius, but it didn't look at him, but respectfully saluted towards the portrait of the old lady, bending down so that its forehead could touch the back of its feet.
"My most honorable mistress, Kreacher has been waiting for your order."
The house-elf murmured incessantly in a husky, low voice like a bullfrog,
"Kreacher is not lazy, my honorable mistress, Kreacher has served the noble Black family all her life—"
"Drive this white-eyed wolf, this rebellious bastard, out of my house!"
The old lady stretched out her index finger and stared coldly at Kreacher's Sirius' chest, yelling loudly.
"Ah—so it was you, master—"
Kreacher, who acted as if he had just discovered Sirius, turned around, bowed slowly, reluctantly, and perfunctorily, and then muttered in a low voice,
"Master Black is a nasty, ungrateful bastard, he broke his mother's heart, and now the scumbag has escaped from Azkaban and returned to my mistress' house, but why should he come back, He should have stayed in Azkaban and forgiven the stupid things he did—”
"Long time no see, Kreacher—"
Sirius leaned against the wall opposite the portrait, covered his aching ribs and said sullenly,
"To be honest, I'm a little surprised. I thought you were old and dead, but it's not much better now. You look old and confused--"
"The young master always likes to make a little joke, Kreacher is not old--"
The house-elf bowed to Sirius as he spoke, as if instinct asked him to do so,
"Kreacher found out when the young master just walked into the house. If it wasn't for the mistress' order, Kreacher wanted to hide, because Kreacher knew that the young master must have gotten into big trouble again before running back, just like the previous one. It will only grieve my venerable mistress—”
The portrait of the old lady on the wall kept clamoring for Kreacher to drive Sirius out of the house, and Kreacher lowered his head and kept mumbling something. Sirius' face turned from yellow to blue, he gritted his teeth and said to the old lady,
"Shut up, or I will order Kreacher to throw out everything in this house, including your portrait!"
The old lady was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't expected that Sirius would dare to say such outrageous words.
And Kreacher at the feet of Sirius also showed an indignant expression. It was about to say something, but at this moment, a violent flame suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, and the violent explosion caused the entire house to They all trembled!
"Yo ho--"
Amosta stomped his feet and frantically slapped the flames off his sleeves, looked at the dumbfounded Black and the dirty house-elf beside him fifty feet away, waved his right hand and smiled happily
"Hiss—it's really not easy to get into this house. I'm sorry, did I disturb you to catch up?"
After a depressing silence, the old lady on the wall was the first one to show her anger.
"Here comes a lowly, dirty Mudblood, who are you, who gave you the guts to break into my house, quick, get out of here!"
Vile, dirty Mudblood?
Click!
Amosta's complexion sank, a small thunder flashed in his purple eyes, and the tyrannical aura surged 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 wall fell down one after another. It fell, but it was like being hit by a hammer, cracks appeared on the precious red sandalwood frame, and the ferocious old lady rolled her eyes and passed out directly in her picture frame.
"Who is this, so rude?"
Amosta said with unhappily walking steps.
"My mother. She's always been like that."
Sirius replied sluggishly, but then, when he came back to his senses, he looked at Amosta Bryan who was approaching him, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, spreading all over his body in an instant.
How can it be? !
That was the first thought that popped into Sirius' mind.
Leaving aside how Amosta Bryan managed to keep up with the apparating self, it is incomprehensible just because he was able to break into this house.
This house is the place where Sirius was born. He grew up here. Since he can remember, everyone living in the house has been telling him what efforts 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 don't fail, even if Dumbledore wants to rush in, it's impossible!
He has been obsessed with it since he was a child, and Sirius has never doubted the reliability of the family's ancestral home, otherwise, this place would not be the first place he thought of when he was on the verge of extinction.
But now, a sorcerer actually broke the powerful spells that protected this old house and broke in abruptly.
At this moment, Sirius finally understood why Albus Dumbledore would find this young man who seemed to be in his early 20s to be the head of the Hogwarts Student Safety Office, an extremely important position!
(End of this chapter)
