One by one, the portraits in the room awoke, and their screams were like the noise of the machinery in a Muggle factory running at full strength, and even the air rippled.

But no portrait could be more piercing than the voice of the old lady, who stared at Sirius, who was sitting on the ground panting, and in the midst of the first accident, the old lady bared her mouth with many teeth, and her flabby yellow skin tensed,

"You--you, the son of a ruined family, the shame of the family, I am the seed of iniquity!"

The old lady in the frame opened her teeth and claws, as if she was about to rush out and smack Sirius's neck,

"You dare to come back here, you--you scumbag who has lost the face of your family, filthy scum, get me out of the house left by my ancestors!"

Sirius's dim pupils suddenly ignited a fire, and he stared gloomily at the inhuman old lady in the frame who looked like she was being tortured by the magic of transformation and torture, and a sudden force surged out of his weak body, and this force made him raise his chin haughtily and stand up little by little.

Sirius stared fearlessly at the old lady who did everything in his power to utter the vicious curse, and said coldly,

"Long time no see, my dear mother--"

The old lady in the portrait held her breath for a moment, her expression was as if she had been insulted endlessly, and Sirius was happy at the sight of it, but before he could say anything more, the old lady hissed again,

"Kreacher, Kreacher, damn it, where are you lazy!"

Bang!

In the dim, flickering light, the air suddenly exploded, and the house-elf named 'Kreacher' squeezed through the air and appeared in the lively corridor.

The house-elf was old, with flabby, excess skin several times more than its body actually needed, and although its head was as bare as all house-elves were, there was a large pile of white hair growing out of its two bat-like ears, and its eyes were bloodshot and watery, and its fleshy nose was so large that it was like a pig's nose.

Kreacher appeared beside Sirius, but instead of looking at him, he saluted respectfully to the portrait of the old lady, bending down so that his head could touch the instep of his foot.

"My incomparably honorable hostess, Kreacher has been waiting for your orders."

The house-elf muttered in a hoarse, deep voice like a bullfrog,

"Kreacher has not been lazy, my honorable mistress, Kreacher has served the noble Black family all his life--"

"Get this white-eyed wolf, this disobedient seed, out of my house!"

The old lady stretched out her index finger and stared desperately at Kreacher's little Sirius's chest, yelling.

"Ah--it turned out to be you, young master--"

Kreacher, who seemed to have just discovered Sirius, turned around, bowed his waist slowly, very reluctantly, and perfunctorily, and then, in a low voice, began to mutter,

"Young Master Black is a nasty, ungrateful bastard, he broke his mother's heart, and now, this vile little man has escaped from Azkaban and returned to my mistress's house, but why should he come back, he should stay in Azkaban and forgive himself for the stupid things he has done--"

"Long time no see, Kreacher--"

Sirius leaned against the wall opposite the portrait, clutching his aching ribs and grimacing,

"To be honest, I was a little surprised, I thought you were old and dead, but it's not much better now, you look like you're getting old--"

"The young master always likes to make little jokes, Kreacher is not old and foolish--"

The house-elf bowed to Sirius as he spoke, as if instinct had asked it to do so,

"When the young master first walked into the house, Kreacher found out, if it wasn't for the order of the hostess, Kreacher wanted to hide and couldn't come out, because Kreacher knew that the young master must have caused a lot of trouble again before running back, just like before, it would only make my respected mistress sad--"

The portrait of the old lady on the wall kept yelling at Kreacher to kick Sirius out of the house, and Kreacher kept muttering something with his head down, Sirius's face turned from yellow to blue, and he gritted his teeth and said to the old lady,

"Shut your mouth, or I'll order Kreacher to throw everything in this house, including your portrait, out!"

The old lady froze for a moment, as if she hadn't expected Sirius to dare to say such a rebellious thing.

And Sirius's foot, Kreacher, also showed an indignant expression, and he was about to say something, but at this moment, a violent fire suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, and the violent explosion made the whole house tremble!

"Phew--"

After stamping his feet and scrambling to extinguish the flames on his sleeve, Amosta waved his right hand and smiled happily as he looked at the stunned Black and the dirty house-elf beside him fifty feet away

"Shhh Sorry, did I bother you to catch up? ”

After an oppressive silence, the old lady on the wall was the one who took the lead.

"Here comes a shitty, filthy mudblood, who the hell are you, who gave you the guts to break into my house, quick, get out of here!"

Dirty, filthy mudbloods?

Click!

Amosta's face sank, a thin thunderbolt flashed in his purple eyes, and a strong aura rolled out of his place like a torrent.

The light from the gas lamps on the wall of the narrow corridor flickered wildly as if it had been whipped, and the portrait frames hanging on the wall fell one after another, although the frame where the old lady was staying did not fall, but it was also like being smashed by a hammer, and the precious red sandalwood frame appeared cracked, and the old lady rolled her eyes and fainted directly in her own frame.

"Who is this, so rude?"

Amosta walked with Shi Ran's steps and said unhappily.

"My mother... She's always been like this..."

Sirius replied sluggishly, but then, when he came back to his senses, he looked at Amosta Blaine, who was approaching him, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, instantly spreading throughout his body.

How can it be?!

This was the first thought that popped into Sirius's head.

Not to mention how Amosta Bryan kept up with his Apparition himself, it was incomprehensible that he could break into this house.

This house is where Sirius was born, he grew up here, and for as long as he can remember, everyone who lives in the house has been telling him what the great ancestors of the Black family have done to protect this house, and everyone has told Sirius that as long as the spells to protect the house don't work, even Dumbledore will not be able to rush in!

Having been exposed to it since childhood, Sirius never doubted the reliability of his family's ancestral home, otherwise he wouldn't have been the first place he thought of when he was in a desperate situation.

But now, there is a wizard who has broken the powerful spell that protects the old house alive and forced himself in.

At this moment, Sirius finally understood why Albus Dumbledore had asked this young man who looked to be in his early twenties for the important position of Director of Student Safety at Hogwarts!

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