As Alan surveyed the dilapidated mansion, a loud pop was heard, and a scruffy house-elf appeared in front of them.

This is Kreacher, Alan looked at him with interest.

Except for a dirty rag around his waist, like the loincloth used by men in tropical countries to cover his body, he was almost naked.

He looked very old, his skin seemed to be several times more than his body actually needed, and although his head was bare like all house-elves, there was a large pile of white hair growing from those two large bat-like ears.

His eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was large, almost like a pig's nose.

"Ah, it's young master!" Kreacher's two pale eyes widened suddenly, but the gaze that looked at Sirius was full of unforgettable hatred.

Immediately, Kreacher bowed deeply, and his body was ridiculously low, and his big pig-like nose was flattened to the ground.

Then, in a very soft, but clear voice, he said, "The young master is a nasty, ungrateful, lewd billet who has broken his mother's heart—oh, my poor mistress, who swore not to recognize him as a son, and now he is back, and he is still a murderer—"

Alan couldn't help but smile and looked at Black, who seemed to be able to see the green tendons on Blake's forehead.

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius said angrily, "she's kept alive entirely by resentment. ”

"Whatever the young master says," he muttered indignantly, "the young master is not even worthy to polish the soles of his mother's shoes, oh, my poor mistress, what she would say if she saw him, how much the mistress hates him, how disappointed he is—"

Kreacher bowed again as he spoke.

"Stand up," Sirius said impatiently, "all right, what do you want to do?"

"I'm guarding the mistress's house," the elf said again, "Kreacher has served the noble Black family all his life—"

The elf straightened up and looked at them with a vicious gaze, apparently believing that none of them could hear him, for he continued to chatter.

"The loser brought back a little cub, and Kreacher didn't know his name. What is he doing here? Kreacher doesn't know......"

"Alright, now you're relieved? You can go, Kreacher. Sirius said coldly.

The elf looked at Blake incredulously, as if he did not dare to disobey the direct order.

However, when he dragged his two feet out, he let out an earth-shattering wail, "Look, mistress, young master, that 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 the little cub destroy this home-" Kreacher, who had disappeared around the corner, was still wailing.

"Shut up, Kreacher, if you howl again, I'm going to kill!" Sirius cried out irritably.

He picked up an umbrella stand and threw it in the direction of Kreacher.

"Oh oops, I forgot-"

Before Blake could finish his sentence, he was drowned out by a horrible, deafening, and creepy scream.

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

But there is no door in the back.

Alan thought for a moment that it was a window, and behind the window an old lady in a black hat was screaming desperately, as if she was being severely beaten—

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

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

In the foyer behind them, the other portraits were awakened and began to scream, a sound that literally deafened people's ears.

Alan reacted quickly, rushed over in three steps and two steps, trying to pull up the curtain and cover the old lady inside, but he didn't pull it.

The old lady's screams grew louder and louder, and she waved her claw-like hands as if to scratch his face.

"Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up!" Blake rushed up as well, grabbing the drapery.

The old lady's face turned pale suddenly.

"Y-you!" she cried out as she widened her eyes at the sight of Sirius, "a ruined son, a disgrace to the family, a seed of iniquity that I gave birth to!"

"I told you—shut up—" Sirius roared, and with great effort with Allen, he finally pulled the curtain back up.

Alan stretched out his wand and pointed to the umbrella stand in the distance, "The umbrella stand is flying." ”

The umbrella stand flew straight at him.

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

He looked at it intently, the umbrella stand was unusual, it was made of the leg bones of a troll, no wonder it was so heavy.

The umbrella stand was pressed against the drapery, and the old lady's screams disappeared.

But the surrounding portraits were still screaming.

Alan used his wand to cast a stun spell on the other portraits, and the room was filled with silence.

"Well done!" Sirius turned to look at Allen, panting slightly, brushing away the long black hair that blocked his eyes.

"Alan," he said with a straight face, "now you've seen my mother. ”

Alan didn't know what to say, so he had to pretend to be stupid and said, "Yours?"

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

"Why did she hang the portrait here?" asked Allen.

"Perhaps, like Kreacher, guarding the oldest and noblest of the Black family or something. ”

Alan noticed that Sirius's tone was very stiff and cold.

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

The colder Sirius is on the surface, the more wounded he actually is on the inside.

It's like the old woman on this tapestry—

Alan turned his head, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the curtain to see the portrait inside.

obviously wanted to see his son for the first time, but he couldn't help but replace his concern with swearing.

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

Alan followed, taking a closer look.

The tapestry looked very old, and the color had faded, as if the fox had chewed it in several places.

Still, the embroidered gold thread still sparkles, and Alan clearly sees a family tree map of branches, all the way back to the Middle Ages.

On the top of the tapestry are embroidered several large characters:

The oldest and most noble Black family

Forever pure

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