All things are three at Hogwarts

Just as Allen was looking at the dilapidated old house, there was a loud explosion, and a slovenly house elf appeared in front of them.

This must be Kreacher, Allen looked at him with interest.

He was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist, like the loincloth used by men in tropical countries to cover their bodies.

He looked very old, and seemed to have several times more skin than his body actually needed. Although his head was bald like all house elves, he had a large growth in his two big bat-like ears. Piles of white hair.

His eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was as big as a pig's.

"Ah, it's the young master!" Kreacher's two light-colored eyes suddenly widened, but the look he looked at Sirius was filled with unforgettable hatred.

Immediately, Kreacher immediately bowed deeply, his body was so low that it was ridiculous, and his big pig-like nose was flattened on the ground.

Then, in a voice that was soft but clear, he said, "The young master is a nasty, ungrateful bastard, who broke his mother's heart--oh, my poor mistress, she swore she wouldn't recognize him." My son, now he is back, and it is said that he is still a murderer——"

Allen suppressed a smile and looked at Blake. He seemed to be able to see the veins beating on Blake's forehead.

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius said irritably. "She lives entirely on resentment."

"No matter what the young master says," he muttered angrily, "the young master is not even qualified to clean the soles of his mother's shoes. Oh, my poor mistress, what will she say if she sees the young master? How the mistress hates him. , how disappointing he is——"

Kreacher bowed again as he spoke.

"Stand up quickly," Sirius said impatiently, "Okay, what do you want to do?"

"I am guarding the mistress's home," the elf said again, "Kreacher will serve the noble Black family all his life-"

The elf straightened up and looked at them with baleful eyes, evidently believing that they could not hear him, for he went on talking again.

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

"Okay, are you relieved now? Let's go, Kreacher." Sirius said coldly.

The elf looked at Black in disbelief, as if he did not dare to disobey a direct order.

However, when he dragged his feet and walked out, he let out an earth-shattering cry, "Mistress, look, Master, the murderer has returned from Azkaban, and he has brought back a little cub. "

"Kreacher must protect this family. Kreacher will never let the young master and that brat destroy this family-" Kreacher, who had disappeared around the corner, was still wailing.

"Shut up, Kreacher! If you keep howling, I'm really going to kill someone!" Sirius shouted irritably.

He picked up an umbrella stand and threw it in the direction of Kreacher as if to vent his anger.

"Oh, crap, I forgot-"

Before Blake could finish his words, he was drowned out by a terrible, deafening, blood-curdling scream.

The two velvet curtains covered with insect holes suddenly spread apart without the suppression of the umbrella stand.

But there is no door at the back.

For a moment, Allen thought it was a window. Behind the window, an old lady wearing a black hat was screaming desperately, one sound after another, as if she was being severely beaten——

Then Alan realized that it was only a life-size portrait, but he had never seen one so realistic and so unpleasant in his life.

The old lady was drooling, her eyes were rolling, and the yellow skin on her face was tense from screaming.

Behind them in the hall, other portraits were awakened and began to scream so loudly that they were deafening.

Allen reacted quickly and rushed over in three steps at a time. He wanted to close the curtain to cover the old lady inside, but he didn't pull it.

The old lady's screams became more and more harsh, and she waved her claw-like hands as if she wanted to scratch his face.

"Shut up, you terrible old witch, shut up!" Blake also rushed up and grabbed the curtain.

The old lady suddenly turned pale.

"You-you!" When she saw Sirius, her eyes widened and she shouted sternly, "Prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, the evil offspring I gave birth to!"

"I told you - shut up!" Sirius yelled, and he and Alan worked hard together to finally close the curtain again.

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

The umbrella stand flew straight towards him.

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

He took a closer look and realized that this umbrella stand was unusual. It was made of the leg bones of a giant monster. No wonder it was so heavy.

Pressing the umbrella stand against the curtain, the old lady's scream disappeared.

But the images around him still screamed.

Allen used his wand to cast a stun spell on all the other portraits, and there was an echoing silence in the room.

"Good job!" Breathing slightly, pushing back the long black hair that blocked his eyes, Sirius turned around and looked at Allen.

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

Allen didn't know what expression to make, so he could only pretend to be stupid and said: "Yours?"

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

"Why did she hang the portrait here?" Ellen 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 recited a permanent sticking spell behind the canvas of her portrait. Maybe I should go to Knockturn Alley to find it. Find a special medicine to break this spell."

Allen found that Sirius's tone was very stiff and cold.

However, after taking the attribute potion, Allen, whose insight and perception were fully improved, realized that this was not the case.

The colder Sirius appeared on the surface, the more hurt he was on the inside.

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

Obviously he wanted to see his son as soon as possible, but he couldn't help but use curses to replace his concern.

Sirius walked to the other end of the room, where a worn, dirty tapestry covered the entire wall.

Allen followed and looked carefully.

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