Kreacher is always working, sir..."The old house-elf gently swept the ground twice with a broomstick, but his eyes kept staring in the direction of Ivan, and he flattened his mouth and muttered in a voice that Ivan could hear.

"The damn little cub must be trying to steal from Kleeche... He's not going to get away with it! ”

The corners of Ivan's mouth twitched, he kind of understood Sirius's feelings, if he had such a house-elf, he would definitely seal his mouth!

The change in Ivan's expression was seen by the old house-elf, who looked at Ivan gloomily, his eyes full of disdain, and muttered in a low voice.

"Sir must be thinking about how to get rid of Kreacher... Kreacher had already seen how evil he was...

However, it doesn't matter, Kreacher has lived long enough to accompany the hostess, but I don't know what this house will be ruined by the little cubs in the future... Oh, poor thing..."

"Shut up! Can you not keep your head filled with conspiracy theories! No one will think of killing you! Ivan rolled his eyes and interrupted Kreacher's words with a remark.

"And I need to remind you that if you don't want to be heard, don't say it so loudly! Give me the honesty to hold in my heart, understand? ”

Ivan was very suspicious that Kreacher's whispers were deliberately said to himself, otherwise how could he have been heard by himself every time.

Kreacher pouted, his long, pointed ears drooping, and did not speak again, but he did not leave either.

Ivan shook his head, there was really nothing he could do with it.

In fact, the quickest way to find out the exact location of a Slytherin locket is to ask Kreacher directly.

But this house-elf obviously distrusts himself, and will never tell the whereabouts of the locket, and maybe he will think that he is fighting the idea of this thing, and quietly hide the locket, which will be difficult to do.

Just when Ivan was having a headache about this, a frantic, creepy cry came from outside.

"Get out of here, you dirty bedbug, damn nawd, get out of this house! How dare you defile the noble Black Station! ”

The high female voice suddenly broke the silence of the mansion, and Kreacher, who was guarding the door, changed his face even more, and he snapped his fingers and disappeared in place.

Ivan frowned, immediately walked out of the room, walked in the direction from which the voice came, and saw Lupin in an aisle.

Lupin was standing awkwardly in front of the half-drawn velvet curtain, a little at a loss.

Behind the curtain is a life-size portrait of an old woman in a black hat screaming desperately and invectively.

After seeing Ivan, the old lady's face suddenly showed a hideous expression. "Oh! Oh my God, again, who allowed you in! This is the ancestral home of the Black family, get out! Get out of here! ”

The piercing screams resounded through the sky like a blessing of a loud spell, and Ivan could hear it even when he covered his ears.

The dirty house-elf Kreacher stood around the corner watching them, muttering something in a low voice.

The screams didn't last long, though, as Sirius, who had heard the movement, had already rushed towards him.

"Shut up, you old witch, you're the one who should get out of here! If you make any more noise, I'll throw you in the stove and burn you!" Sirius cursed, taking a few steps forward to close the curtain.

But this thing seems to have been enchanted, no matter how hard he tries to move, the old lady's scolding in the portrait is getting louder and louder...

"You despicable loser, the shame of the family, the seed of iniquity I gave birth! You even have the face to come back..."

"Lupin, Harry, Ivan, you guys come over and help!" Sirius couldn't pull it alone, so he had no choice but to ask Ivan and others for help, and finally everyone worked together to finally pull up the curtain.

When the piercing screams died down, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, Sirius, I didn't know it was here, I just wanted to clean the curtains," Lupin said apologetically.

"No, it's none of your business! It was my negligence that I forgot to remind you of this. Sirius shook his head,

"Sirius, who is the person in this portrait?" Harry asked, curious.

"That's my mother! A downright stubborn, determined pure-blood, she discriminates against all non-pure-blood wizards and does not allow them to set foot in the house! Of course, with the exception of my uncle and the unassertive brother, everyone else in the Black family had similar problems! ”

Sirius said indignantly, then looked at the curtain, "Anyway, I'll find a time to get the portrait away, and the final destination of this thing should be the furnace!" ”

Kreacher, who was hiding on the sidelines, muttered softly at this moment. "A ruined son with no conscience, the poor hostess is already dead, and he plans to destroy the portrait of the hostess... But they won't succeed, no one will be able to move the painting..."

"If you say one more word, I'll tear your mouth apart!" Sirius turned to look at the aging house-elf and threatened in anger.

However, Kreacher didn't care, as a house elf, punishment was completely commonplace, and it didn't seem to be a big deal to tear his mouth apart, so he didn't stop his words, but continued to mumble.

"The hostess is very strict, Miss Bellatrix is very clever, Young Master Regulus is very brave... Everyone else is doing well, too! It's not like someone at all..."

Sirius heard Kreacher's words and laughed disdainfully.

"You said that my mother was strict and I admitted it, and I admitted that my cousin was cunning, but you even said that Regulus was brave?"

At this, Sirius continued sarcastically, as if something had suddenly occurred to him.

"Ahh Oh, yes! You're right, he's so brave, brave enough to join the mysterious man and become a Death Eater, I didn't even expect him to have the guts!

I guess the old witch must have been overjoyed that her little son had been pushed into the fire pit by all her teachings! ”

Sirius's voice was high-pitched, but he didn't notice that Kreacher was staring at him angrily...

Harry, who was on the side, was surprised to hear this, and he hurriedly asked.

"Who is Regulus? You say he took refuge in Voldemort? ”

Sirius smiled bitterly, and he said with a sigh. "Regulus is my brother, a cowardly fool!"