DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Master...my master...

　　 Please forgive the stupid Kreacher..."

　　 Kreacher's face was terrified. It bowed tremblingly at Sirius, then snapped its fingers and disappeared in an instant. Sirius had been caught at this point.

Sirius snorted and showed an embarrassing smile on the faces of everyone: "I'm sorry, Kreacher was brainwashed by my mother's theory of pure blood 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 and stopped talking, suddenly not knowing what to say.

　　 There are some things that can’t be changed.

　　 In the small dark corner, Kreacher lowered his head and fiddled with his skinny fingers, looking at the brightly chatting people with a strong look of hatred that was beyond words.

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

　　 I don't know what came to mind, Kreacher muttered to himself. Slowly, its big godless eyes brightened, and it snapped its fingers and disappeared again.

　　 A few minutes later, a crazy scream resounded through the entire Black House. The sound was as creepy as iron slashing through the glass.

　　 Harry's body shivered fiercely again. This time the poor parchment was not so lucky. It was directly scratched by the quill pen.

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

　　 There is a smelly wolf cub? ! Damn, get out of here! How dare you tarnish the ancestral home of the Black family? ! "

　　 Walbuga Black, Sirius’ mother, the former owner of this house, even if she has only one portrait left, she still carries out her ideals during her lifetime.

　　 Hearing this sound, Sirius' face changed suddenly. He waved his magic wand and disappeared from the sofa in an instant. Carl spread out his hands helplessly, and Apparition also followed.

　　 Harry didn't care about his unfinished homework at the moment. He put the quill in his hand, jumped out of the chair and ran along the source of the sound.

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

　　 When Harry arrived, panting, Sirius was facing a portrait and cursing fiercely with his face red and red.

　　 "You are really a good son of mine! Look at who you brought back!

　　 Disgusting werewolves, and smelly Mudbloods! "

　　 Behind the moldy curtain, the old lady in the portrait was sallow-skinned and slobbered, wearing a black pointed hat, and her eyes rolling.

　　 The old lady looked a little excited, cursing everyone she saw.

　　 "Please pay attention to your words, I am not a mudblood!"

　　 Carl frowned, wondering if she wanted to change her body to show her.

　　 "Oh, my goodness... Here's another one! How many people did you bring?!"

　　 The old lady almost fainted after seeing Harry running over panting. But soon she frowned and looked at Harry carefully, sniffing the air along the way.

　　 "A member of the Potter family?"

　　 The old lady's expression eased, but her face was still stinking.

　　 "You pedantic old witch who has long been buried in the ground! It should be you who should get out. This world has no place for the dead!"

　　 After the old lady paused, it was time for Sirius to output, but he was still too awkward to scold him. Both the volume and the vocabulary were far inferior to Mrs. Black.

　　 "Heh~, wicked! Look at what this once glorious family has become..."

　　 "That's because you are so stupid!"

　　 The fierce scolding continued, and the momentum of both sides in the battle reached its peak. Kreacher, the house elf watching all this in the shadowed corner, was silently cheering for its mistress.

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

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

　　 Sirius looked at the portrait viciously, but he couldn't do anything about her. The portraits of every member of the Black family are integrated with this ancient house, and they are indestructible unless the house is destroyed or he wants to...

　　 "Silence is silent!"

　　 Following Sirius, he drew his wand, lowered the curtain, and chanted the spell loudly.

　　 The whole world is clean!

Kreacher walked out of the shadows and looked at the portrait covered by the curtains and whispered to himself: "Look at what this unfilial prodigal is thinking about, even the last trace of the poor mistress in this world. Destroy..."

　　 "You close your stinky mouth!" Sirius turned angrily, wishing to sew Kreacher's mouth.

　　 Kreacher snorted coldly, there was still some unwillingness in his eyes, and it snapped its fingers bitterly and disappeared.

　　 "Sirius, is she your mother?"

　　 Harry looked at Sirius whose anger had not completely dissipated and asked suddenly.

"Um~...Yes, that's right!" Sirius paused, and then explained with a grin: "You saw it just now, UU Reading www.uukānshu.com, she is a complete pureblood, even a portrait. is also like this!

　　 If the mysterious people did not have the support of people like them, it would definitely not have grown so big!

　　 Take my family as an example, everyone except me has become Death Eaters. They are eager to restore the glory of pure blood, but their choice has led them to the abyss..."

When talking about this, Sirius suddenly darkened his tone and was silent for a while before continuing: "After the fall of the mysterious man, all the pure-blood families that participated in it were liquidated. Just like my crazy cousin, more than half. Were sentenced to life imprisonment.

　　 Others are as weak as my brother, and they are squeezed to death by him like an ant. Do you know how happy the old witch saw him when he was branded by the mysterious man?

　　 At first, she thought that the moment when the Black family reached the top again was already near! The result...hehe~..."

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

　　Standing with such a crazy mother, Harry suddenly felt sympathy for Sirius. He remembered the good time he had spent with his mother during the summer vacation, and for a while this emotion became stronger.

　　 As expected, there is no harm without comparison...

　　 Harry looked at Sirius quietly, all he can do now is listen...