Chapter 199 We are here for the funeral

Vader looked back and saw Sirius, and almost thought he had recognized the wrong person.

He looked as if he had just come out of Azkaban, with an unkempt beard, long hair in strands, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be sinking into a well in a deep valley, dark and without any light, which made him look even more... Like a ghost.

Behind him is an old building.

The door with its delicate carvings had become tattered and covered with scratches. The walls were dirty and dilapidated, the stones covered with moss and vines.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and only a narrow path could be cleared. A garden gnome wearing a pointed hat was poking his head through the grass, seeming to be sizing up these strange visitors.

"Hi, Sirius." Lupine said in a deliberately relaxed tone: "How are you doing, kids?"

"fine."

Sirius said expressionlessly. He nodded politely at the two men and moved the coffin into the door.

"Has he been like this lately?"

Vader lowered his voice and asked until Sirius was out of sight.

"yes."

Lupine sighed and said, "I hope he can recover after the funeral."

The two walked up the incomplete stone steps. Behind them, the silly goblin suddenly floated up. After spinning in the air for more than ten times, it flew out with a "whoosh".

Seeing Wade looking back, Lupine said: "Throw the goblin out after it is stunned. It will not be able to find the goblin hole. Only in this way can we drive it out. These guys like to destroy the roots of plants and will always destroy the garden." Made a mess."

"I know, I've seen introductions about garden gnomes in books. But..."

Vader looked at Lupine speechlessly and asked: "Remus, what image do I have in your mind? Are you worried that I will pity the goblins?"

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment, then he laughed dumbly: "Sorry, I may not be so clear-headed lately."

The two of them crossed the threshold and walked in.

The Black House has an eerie resemblance to the Slytherin common room. The whole building was like a dark crypt. The narrow windows were dirty and covered with cobwebs, and the sunlight was completely blocked out.

This makes the lighting in the room extremely poor. Even during the day, the old-fashioned gas lamp hanging on the wall is always on.

Vader believed that Lupine must have done this, because Sirius looked like he was going to bury himself in the ground and didn't care about the light at all.

This house must have once been gorgeous, with exquisite wallpapers on the walls, ornate patterns on the carpets, and chandeliers that curved and coiled with a hint of golden light.

But by now, the wallpaper was peeling, the carpet was stained, cobwebs hung from the chandeliers, and the whole house smelled of decay.

Sirius walked upstairs with the coffin, seemingly intending to place Regulus temporarily in his former bedroom.

Michael and others who were about to go downstairs when they heard the noise were so shocked when they saw the coffin that they stood close to the wall, not daring to say anything.

Ginny, who was walking behind, saw the coffin and screamed in fright.

"Ah, sorry."

Sirius seemed to realize now that his behavior was inappropriate, and said politely: "Don't be afraid, he won't bite."

However, while he was speaking, two long velvet curtains were suddenly pulled open to both sides, as if someone had pulled them hard, and then a blood-curdling scream sounded in the room——

"Beast! Prodigal son! The shame of the family! The scoundrel I gave birth to! How dare you come back? Why don't you die! Get out of here, bastard! Werewolf! Mudblood! Bitch! Get out of my house!!!"

In the life-size portrait, an old lady with sallow skin wearing a black hat yelled hoarse insults.

Immediately afterwards, all the portraits in the foyer were awakened and let out deafening screams.

The little wizards felt as if their souls were about to fly away from their screams, and they hurriedly covered their ears with their hands.

Sirius seemed to have heard nothing, and smiled stiffly, saying to Ginny: "Can you please give way, Miss Weasley?"

Ginny didn't respond, but Ron reached out and pulled her over.

"Thanks."

Sirius nodded and walked upstairs with the coffin.

Regulus' bedroom was on the fifth floor.

In the foyer on the first floor, Lupine tried his best to pull the curtains shut, and cast a coma spell on the other portraits one after another.

Harry and the others then put down their hands and came downstairs.

"Vade, you are finally here."

The disgraced Michael raised his hand to say hello, and said with dull eyes: "You should really see how much work we have done all morning!"

Lu Ping said helplessly: "Like I said, there is no way to live in this place for the time being."

There were expressions of regret on the faces of several young wizards, but everyone had talked too much before, and now they were embarrassed to say: "You're right, we'd better stop working and go to your house."

"I thought it was just a matter of casting the cleaning spell a few more times..." Michael muttered, "We are very good at using this spell."

"But this house is resisting our magic... It seems to be unwilling to be cleaned. The cleaning spell is almost useless, and you can only use ordinary cleaning methods." Hermione hesitated to express her findings.

"Because there is a very annoying house elf in this house." George also said: "I know how much trouble this kind of thing will cause you if it doesn't obey you."

"Why doesn't Mr. Black just let him go?" Percy asked puzzledly, "It's better not to have such a house elf."

"Sirius said... Regulus once liked that guy named Kreacher..." Harry said hesitantly.

While they were talking, the subject of the topic also appeared.

It was a house elf with wrinkled skin and white hair on its ears. He was very old and skinny, with a dirty rag wrapped around his waist, and his light-colored eyes looked a little gray.

"That...Vade, this is Kreacher..."

Harry said in a "I don't know if I should introduce it" tone.

"Another little kid has come...to make the mistress angry."

Kreacher muttered to himself in a hoarse and low voice: "The disgusting scum, destroying the mistress's house like goblins..."

"Shut up, Kreacher!" Harry shouted.

Kreacher's voice paused and he bowed: "It's my young master. Kreacher wants to say hello to you."

Then, he muttered: "It's the kid brought back by the prodigal son. It's said that he defeated the Dark Lord, but Kreacher didn't see that he was that capable..."

Harry looked a little embarrassed, and hurriedly waved his hands and explained to the others: "He is very old, not very clear-headed, and likes to talk nonsense. Sirius said, just let him be, he won't live long anyway..."

"Hello, Kreacher." Vader knelt down, looked at the dirty house elf, and asked, "Didn't anyone tell you why so many of us are here?"

Kreacher didn't seem to hear what he said, or maybe he didn't want to pay attention to him. He still muttered to himself in confusion:

"Kreacher has served the noble Black family all his life, but Kreacher does not want to serve the prodigal young master... How much the mistress hates him, everything about him disappoints the mistress..."

Vader also ignored Kreacher's words and said directly: "We are here for the funeral of Regulus Black."