DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Master...my master...

Please forgive the stupid Kreacher..."

Kreacher's face was terrified. It bowed tremblingly at Sirius and then snapped its fingers and disappeared instantly. 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.

Some things can't be changed.

In the small dark corner, Kreacher lowered his head and fiddled with his thin fingers, looking at the few people who talked in the light, and a strong look of hatred was beyond words.

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

Kreacher muttered to himself without knowing what had been thought of. 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, and 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 across a large area.

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

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

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

Hearing this voice, 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 hurriedly following the source of the sound.

But Naiyali still played with her nails gracefully, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

When Harry arrived, panting, Sirius was facing a portrait, blushing and cursing fiercely with the man on it.

"You are really my good son! Look at who you brought back!

Disgusting werewolves, and smelly mudbloods! "

Behind the moldy curtain, the old lady in the portrait was spitting her saliva with sallow skin, 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?!"

After seeing Harry running over panting, the old lady almost passed out of breath. 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 does not leave a place for the dead!"

After the old lady paused, it was time for Sirius to output, but he was still too awkward in terms of cursing, and both the volume and the vocabulary were far behind Mrs.

"Oh~, evil son! 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 war reached its peak. Kreacher, the house elf watching all this in the shadowed corner, was silently cheering for its mistress.

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

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

Sirius looked at the portrait fiercely, 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!"

As Sirius drew out his wand, pulled the curtain down, 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, and 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 hadn't completely dissipated and asked suddenly.

"Yeah...Yes, that's right!" Sirius paused, and then explained with a grin: "You have seen it just now, she is a thorough pure blood, even the portrait!

If the mysterious people did not have the support of people like them, it would be absolutely impossible to develop so much!

Take my family as an example. Everyone except me became 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 ~www.readwn.com~ 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 were liquidated. Just like my crazy Like my cousin, more than half of them were sentenced to life imprisonment.

Others were as weak as my brother, and were pinched 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.

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.

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

Harry looked at Sirius quietly, all he could do now was listen...