The operation to clean up the curtain borers took almost a whole morning.

By noon, Mrs. Weasley finally took off her protective scarf, collapsed into an armchair, and jumped up from her chair again with a scream of disgust, as she happened to be sitting on the bag full of dead rats.

The curtains no longer hummed, they were soft and damp from the dense spray, and they drooped.

At their feet, unconscious bugs lay in a dense barrel with a large bowl filled with black eggs of bugs, and Crookshank Mountain was sniffing the bowl, and the Weasley brothers were staring greedily at the bowl.

"I think we'll fix it after lunch," Mrs. Weasley said, gesturing to the dusty glass cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece.

The cupboard was filled with all sorts of unpaired things, a carefully selected rusty dagger, a few claws, a roll of snakeskin, and a large number of silver boxes, engraved with Old English, which most of Van Lin recognized, after all, the magic pattern was not learned in vain.

The most annoying of all the items was an ornately decorated crystal bottle stuffed with a huge opal filled with a liquid that was indeed blood.

A blood curse that only vampires do.

Van Lin thought helplessly, the old mansion of the Black family was really a surprise, and without Kreacher's help, it would be a very difficult job to find Voldemort's Horcruxes among so many dark magic items.

The doorbell jingle again. Everyone looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"Stay here. ”

When Mrs. Black's screams came from below again, Mrs. Weasley grabbed the large bag full of dead rats and said quietly, "I'm going to get some sandwiches." She left the room and cautiously closed the door behind her.

Almost at the same time, everyone else rushed to the window and peered down the staircase steps. They could see the top of a head with unkempt hair, and a set of wobbly and balanced crucibles.

"Mondongues!" Hermione said. "What is he doing with those cauldrons?"

"Maybe he's looking for a safe place to put them," Harry said, "maybe he's been ordered to follow me that night, picking out the crucibles for the stolen goods?"

"Yes, you're right!" said Fred, as the front door opened, and Montungus struggled to hold his crucible through the front door and disappear from view, "Oh, Mommy doesn't like ......" He and George walked through the studio and stood by the door to listen carefully. Mrs. Black's screaming had stopped.

"Mondongues is talking to Sisley and Kingsley," Fred whispered, his brow furrowed. "It's impossible to hear... Do you think it's worth the risk of using a tailwind ear?"

"Maybe it's worth it," said George, "I can sneak upstairs and get a pair—"

But at that moment, there was a loud bang from downstairs, which made Shunfeng Ear completely useless.

Everyone could clearly hear Mrs. Weasley growling in her highest voice.

"We don't have a place to motif for our stolen things!"

"Sometimes I like to hear Mom growl at people," Fred said with a satisfied smile on his face, and he pulled the door open an inch or so so that Mrs. Weasley's voice could be heard more clearly into the room, "It's such a beautiful change. ”

"-Totally irresponsible, as if we wouldn't have been we'd be sad about the lack of funds without the crucibles you've dragged in—"

"This bunch of idiots is pushing her step by step," George said, shaking his head, "and you have to stop her as soon as possible, or she'll be babbling like boiling steam for hours." Ever since Mundungus left his post while he was tasked with following you, Mom had been looking for a chance to fix him. Harry, now Sirius's mother, is flying again. ”

Mrs. Weasley's loss of initial sharpness, and screams came from the portrait in the hall.

George tried to close the door to block out the noise, but before he could do so, a house elf entered the edge of the room. It is all over its body, except for tying a string of filthy rats into a strap around its waist. It looks old. The skin appeared to be several times larger than its body, and although it was as bare and hairless as the other house elves, a large number of white eyebrows popped out above its large, bat-like eyes. Its eyes were bloodshot and damp, grayish-white, and its flesh-colored nose was equally large, or more appropriately, a pig's mouth.

The elf had absolutely no notice of Harry and the others. It behaved as if it could not see them, hunched over and slowly, stubbornly and slowly, until it reached the innermost part of the room, its muttering hoarse and deep in his breath, like a bullfrog.

“... It smells like a drain or a criminal's boot, but she's not much better, and the filthy senile traitor of blood, with her milky children, has made a mess of my mistress's house, oh, my poor mistress, what would she say to old Kreacher if she knew what kind of rubbish these fellows were bringing in, oh, shame on you, children, werewolves, traitors, and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what could it do..."

"Hello, Kreacher," Van Lin said loudly as he stepped forward and closed the door.

Mrs. Black's screams were so explosive that it was clear that it was more than they could bear.

The elf stopped, stopped muttering, and began to be surprised with a very distinctly uncertain look.

"Kreacher doesn't see the little master," it turned and bowed to Van Lin. Still standing on the edge of the carpet, it added in a voice just audible that it could hear, "This is a filthy, milky kid of mixed race. ”

"Excuse me?" Hermione said, "but don't add that last point. ”

"Kreacher didn't say anything," Kreacher replied quickly, an explanation, more like a ......

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"This is the half-breed child's girlfriend, a filthy mudblood, if the old master is there......"

"I think you should learn how to speak. Van Lin threatened that Van Lin was impatient with Kreacher's actions.

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. The elf straightened up, glaring at them with malicious eyes, and apparently believing that they couldn't hear it, so it continued to grunt.

“... There are still some little kids, brazenly standing here, oh, how would she scream if my mistress knew, and there was a new boy here, whose name Kreacher didn't know. What he's doing here, Kreacher doesn't know..."

"This is Harry, Kreacher," Hermione said tentatively.

"Harry Potter. Kreacher's pale eyes widened, and it purred faster, and was angrier than before. The child was talking to Kreacher like a friend, "If Kreacher's mistress saw it like this, oh, she would say—"

"Don't call her a stinky child!" Ron and Ginny cried angrily at the same time.

"It's okay," Hermione whispered, "it's out of mind now, and it doesn't know what it's talking about—"

"Don't lie to yourself, Hermione, it knows exactly what it's talking about," Fred saw Kreacher's face filled with disgust.

Kreacher was still grunting, its eyes looking at Harry. "Is this real? Is this Harry Potter? Kreacher could see the scar, it must be true, it was the little boy who stopped the Dark Duke, Kreacher wondered how he did it-"

"Leave us all alone, Kreacher," Fred said.

"What are you doing, anyway?" asked George. Kreacher's big eyes turned to George.

"Kreacher is cleaning," it said, evasively.

"A fitting excuse," Harry said in a voice behind him.

Sirius had returned, glaring at the elf in the doorway. The noise in the living room had died down, and perhaps Mrs. Weasley and Montungus had moved their battlefield to the kitchen.

At the sight of Sirius, Kreacher bowed deeply, its pig-like nose almost touching the ground.

"Stand up," Sirius cried impatiently, "now, what are you going to do?"

"Kreacher is cleaning," the elf repeated.

"Kreacher is going to tidy up the noble house of the Black family—"

"And it's getting darker every day, it's a dirty place," Sirius said.

"Master always likes his little jokes," said Kreacher, bowing again and continuing to whisper, "Master is a dirty, unappreciative pig, and he has broken his mother's heart—"

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius cried suddenly, "she allowed herself to live outside of pure things. ”

It bowed again as Kreacher spoke.

"Whatever the master says," it muttered angrily, "the master is not worthy to polish his mother's boots, oh! What would my poor mistress say if she saw Kreacher serving him, how disappointed she was to hate her master so much—"

"I asked you what you were going to do," Sirius said coldly, "every time you lied that you were going to clean up, you sneaked up on all that garbage in your room, and we couldn't get rid of it. ”

"Kreacher never takes anything out of their proper place in the master's room," replied the elf, and then quickly complained, "if that tapestry is thrown away, the mistress will not forgive Kreacher, it has been in this house for seven hundred years, Kreacher must keep it, Kreacher will not let his master and his fox friends, and these stinky boys destroy it—"

"I think that's it," Sirius looked at the opposite wall with contempt, "she'll cast another possession spell on top of this wall, I have no doubt, but if I can throw it away, I'll do it." Now get out of here, Kreacher. ”

Kreacher didn't seem to dare to disobey a direct order, but as it passed Sirius, he gave Sirius a look of disgust and grunted all the way out.

"—The fellow who came back from Azkaban commanded Kreacher everywhere, oh! What would my poor mistress say if she saw this house now, a bunch of garbage lived in it, her treasure was thrown out, she cursed him not her son, but he came back, and they all said he was a murderer—"

"I'll kill you if you nag any more!" he said angrily as Sirius shut the elf out.

"Sirius, there's something wrong with its brain," Hermione tried to defend Kreacher, "I don't think it realizes we can hear it. ”

"It's been here alone for too long," Sirius said, "and it's getting crazy orders from my mother's portrait, and only talking to itself, but it's always an evil little—"

"If you can set it free," Hermione said hopefully, "maybe—"

"We can't set it free, it knows too much about the Phoenix's commands," Sirius said simply, "and the shock will kill it anyway." You go and advise it to leave the house and see if it will carry out the order. Sirius walked through the room to the tapestry that Kreacher was trying to protect, which was now hanging from the wall.

All the rest followed Sirius.

The tapestry looked very old, it was dirty, torn, and looked like it had been bitten by bugs. However, its bordered golden yellow lines still shine, revealing the genealogy they represent that dates back to the Middle Ages.

At the very top of the tapestry is written in huge words: The noble and ancient house of the Dongilles P. Black family.

"Your name isn't here!" Harry exclaimed as he finished reading the last line of the family tree.

"My name used to be in that place," Sirius said, pointing to a small round hole in the tapestry that looked like a cigarette burning, "and my dear mother removed me when I ran away from home—Kreacher was interested in whispering the story. ”

"You ran away from home?" asked Van Lin curiously, "you haven't told me yet." ”

"When I was sixteen," Sirius said, "I was old enough. ”

"Where have you been?" asked Harry, staring at him.

"Where is your father," Sirius said, "your grandparents were truly good people; Yes, your father and I went camping in the wild when school was out and when I was seventeen I had my own house. My uncle Alferhad left me some gold - he has also been wiped off from here, maybe because - anyway, I have fended for myself since. Also, I always welcome Mr. and Mrs. Porter to lunch on Sundays. ”

"But... Why are you...?"

"Running away from home?" Sirius smirked wryly as he brushed his long, unkempt hair through his fingers, "because I hate all the people here, my parents have a pure-blooded madness, and they believe that being a dark wizard will make you truly noble... That stupid brother of mine, he'd be stupid enough to believe them... That's him. ”

Sirius placed his finger very underneath the genealogy, and the name on it was "Regulus Atalos Black". A date of death is followed by a date of birth.

"He's younger than I am," Sirius said, "and a much better son, and I think of him often." ”

"But he died. Harry said. "Yes," Sirius replied, "stupid idiot, he's joined the Death Eaters. ”

"You're kidding!"

"Come on, Harry, doesn't this house show you what kind of wizards my family belongs to?" Sirius said irritably.

"Yes—are your parents Death Eaters too?"

"No, no, but believe me, they think Voldemort is right, and they are all in favor of purifying wizards' bloodlines, purging Muggle bloodlines and enabling pure-blood wizards. They weren't alone, and before Voldemort revealed his true colors, there were many who thought he was right, and when they saw that Voldemort was about to take power, they offered him gold. But I bet my parents thought Regulus's first to join the Ghoul was a real little hero. ”

"Was he killed by the Aurors?" asked Harry tentatively.

"Oh no," Sirius said, "he was killed by Voldemort. Or more figuratively, at Voldemort's orders, and I doubt that Regulus would be so important that Voldemort kill him himself. Judging by the facts I found out after his death, he was too deeply involved, and then he refused to carry out the order and asked to quit the ghoul. Yes, but you don't just hand over a letter of resignation to Voldemort. That's a lifelong service, otherwise it's death. ”

"It's time for lunch. Mrs. Weasley's voice was heard. She held her wand aloft, and in front of her lay a large stack of sandwiches, topped with a cake. Her face was flushed and she looked angry. The others approached Mrs. Weasley for food, but Harry remained with Sirius, who was bending over the tapestry.