"Miss Tia, why did you say almost nothing when you saw Professor Snape when you wanted to see him?"

Snape is gone, and in his words, "I don't have that much time to spend with people looking at me and me looking at you".

Maybe it was for the sake of Maka's face, or maybe it was some other reason, but in the end he didn't say that.

“…… I—I don't know what to say. ”

Looking at Maca, who was leaning against the wall by the door with a curious face, Tia replied timidly.

"So...... Professor Snape, you've seen it too, do you have any plans for the next step? Maca looked at Tia who shrunk her head and couldn't help but smile, "Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything to you." ”

Tia pursed her thin lips and pulled the hair that was hidden from the corners of her eyes behind her ears, not daring to look at Maca.

"Am I terrible-looking?" Maca touched her cheek and said strangely.

Finally, after hearing this, Tia subconsciously glanced at Maca's face.

"No, it won't ......"

Seeing that Maca was looking at her, she hurriedly looked away again, but her tone of voice was calmer.

“…… Mr. McLean seems kind, not scary. ”

To be honest, this was the first time that Maca had heard someone use the word "kind" to describe him, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

"Really?" Maca nodded, "By the way, you said you were from the United States, right?" Then why do you have a ...... accent?"

Tia looked down and was silent for a moment, and it was clear that she didn't seem to want to remember the past.

“…… I grew up in an orphanage, and the nuns who taught us to speak were British. ”

"Church orphanage?" Maka said thoughtfully, "...... That's not a good place. ”

This may sound like a nonsense, but in fact, Maca is trying to convey more than meets the eye.

Not to mention what his childhood was like, at least he had gone to several orphanages to do trivial "little things" in order to get a Muggle nobleman to take the initiative to pay out pounds.

And in those orphanages, he had seen with his own eyes the situation of the so-called "orphanages".

Combined with Tia's various cowardly performances, Maca also understood a little in her heart - whether she was Voldemort's person or not, at least her weird personality did make sense.

"yes...... Tia nodded slightly, "that's not a good place." ”

"You're a graduate of Ilvermorny, right? How's it going there? What are they taught? Leaving the conversation aside, Maca asked.

The topic between the two has always been guided by Maca, and the conversation is very scattered, talking about it with one and the other, which makes Tia gradually relax.

It wasn't long before Mrs. Weasley hurried up from downstairs - dinner was ready.

Incidentally, Maca faintly heard two bangs in the bedroom where Harry was staying not far away, presumably because the brothers Fred and George had apparitioned again.

"Would you like to go down and eat today?" Maca smiled and said, "The other people here are also good people and won't hurt you." ”

"yes, I'm sorry......" Tia seemed to be nervous again.

Maca hurriedly waved her hand and said, "It's okay, don't force it, then let's talk about it next time!" I'll ask Lena to bring some up later. ”

“…… Thank you. ”

She thanked her softly, then retreated back into her bedroom and closed the door tightly.

"The meeting is over, now you can go downstairs for dinner...... Mrs. Weasley said, standing in the doorway of the bedroom not far away, "Everyone wants to see you, Harry...... Also, who left those bombs outside the kitchen door? ”

"Crook Hill." Maca faintly heard Ginny's voice, "It likes to play with those things. ”

"Oh," said Mrs. Weasley, "I think it's probably Kreacher, who always likes to collect such oddities, and now everyone remembers to keep their voices low in the kitchen. ”

She paused and said, "Ginny, your hands are dirty, what did you just do?" Remember to wash your hands before eating. ”

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Weasley turned and went downstairs, and Ginny soon followed. As they walked up the stairs, they both smiled and waved at Maca's side, signaling him to come along.

Maca nodded, letting them go down first, and walked towards the bedroom where Harry was.

"Witness me...... What's the style? ”

"Harry—"

Harry's slightly muffled voice and Hermione's helpless voice penetrated Maca's ears almost simultaneously.

"Yes, I know," Harry sighed, "I just...... Be mad at myself. ”

He thought for a moment and asked curiously, "Who is 'Kreacher'?" ”

"The elves who live in this old house," said Ron, "madman! I've never met an elf like him before. ”

Hermione frowned at Ron.

"He's not a madman, Ron."

"His goal in life is to cut off his head and hang it on the plaque like his mother!" Ron said anxiously, "Is this normal, Hermione?" ”

"Chop off your own head? Hanging on a trim? Harry said in astonishment.

"The trim has been removed by Maca, otherwise you would still be able to see them on the wall," Hermione explained, then stubbornly said to Ron, "I don't think that's normal, but it's not its fault!" ”

"Okay...... Yes, he's just a little quirky, but that's not his fault. Ron winked at Harry, "Hermione, she's still like that, isn't she?" ”

"What's wrong with that?" Hermione excitedly said, "Not only me, but also Maca wants us to be kind to Kreacher?" ”

"Maka just said, 'Don't care what Kreacher says,'......" Ron muttered.

"I think it's good if you're willing to be kind to Kreacher." Maca suddenly walked to the door and said with a smile, "Alright, let's go downstairs!" I think Harry must be hungry......"

"Oh, Maca......" Harry was much more honest when he saw him, "yes, I'm starving to death." ”

When the four of them came downstairs together, they saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley, and Tonks at the front door, and after some of the members of the Order of the Phoenix had left, many of the large locks and deadbolts had been re-locked.

"We're eating in the kitchen below," Mrs. Weasley whispered as she met them at the bottom of the stairs, "Harry, dear...... I think you'll have to pick up your toes, and after walking down that hallway, the kitchen is behind the door at the end—"

"Standing on tiptoe?" Harry wondered.

But before he finished speaking, everyone heard a "bang", which was not loud, but it was enough to attract everyone's attention.

"Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley turned her head and exclaimed in exasperation.

"I'm sorry!" Tonks lay on the ground, hehe, laughing, "It's all that stupid umbrella stand, I've been knocked down by it for the second time—"

However, her words were drowned out by a terrifying, hoarse scream.

"It's a portrait, Sirius's mother." Maca shrugged, "She cast a 'permanent paste spell' on the back of her portrait, which is really not easy to remove. ”

That being said, it was because Maca didn't want to take the portrait down—it was one of the few thoughts that old Kreacher had left, and Maca thought it would be better to keep it until something was done.

Harry looked over and saw that inside the life-size portrait was an old lady in a black hat screaming loudly, as if she were being tortured.

"That's Sirius's mother?" Harry was surprised.

The old lady was drooling, she rolled her eyes, and the sallow skin on her face stretched out as she screamed, looking really creepy.

Lupin and Mrs. Weasley rushed forward, dragging the curtain to cover the old lady, but the hook that came with the portrait was a little loose and not so easy to hang.

The old lady screamed even louder, and she waved her wizened paws as if to tear their faces apart.

"For the fifth time! Damn it! It's a by-product of nasty and dirty! You half-demons, mutant xenos, deformants, get out of here! How dare you slander my father's umbrella stand in this house—"

Tonks apologized over and over again, putting that huge, heavy, giant-legged shelf back up.

Mrs. Weasley gave up on hanging the heavy curtain for a moment, and drew her wand as if trying to fix the faulty hook first.

Meanwhile, a man with long black hair ran out from behind a door facing Harry.

"Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up!" He grabbed the curtain that Mrs. Weasley had abandoned and yelled, and the old lady's face turned pale.

"Oh! It's you! Her eyes widened as she stared at the man and howled, "Pure-blooded traitor, what a nuisance! I'm ashamed of you! ”

"I said it! Shut up—mouth—" the man growled.

After Mrs. Weasley had re-fixed the hook, the men tried again to put the curtain back up, and the portrait of the height was finally covered up again.

The old lady's screams were gone, not even echoed, and the hall was silent.

The man gasped slightly, and he brushed his long black hair from the front of his eyes and turned his face to Maca's side.

"Hello, Harry!" His anger was clearly still not gone, and he said angrily, "I think you've seen my mother." ”

"Uh...... Oh! Sirius ......," Harry wondered, "I think so...... But why is your mother's portrait here? ”

"Didn't I say that?" "This is the old Blake house, left by Sirius's parents. ”