Chapter 813

It took almost the whole morning to clean up the curtain borers.

By midday, Mrs. Weasley finally took off her protective scarf, fell into an armchair, and jumped out of the chair again with a scream of disgust, because she was sitting on the bag full of dead mice.

curtains are no longer buzzing. They become soft and moist because of dense spray.

At their feet, the unconscious insects lay in the barrel, next to which was a bowl full of black eggs of insects. Crook mountain was sniffing at the bowl, and the Weasleys were greedily staring at the bowl.

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

The cupboard is full of all kinds of unpaired things, a carefully selected rusty sword, a few claws, a roll of snake skin, a large number of silver boxes, which are engraved with ancient English. Most of these mortals can recognize them. After all, magic patterns are not learned for nothing.

The most annoying of all the objects is a ornate crystal bottle with a huge opal filled with blood.

A blood curse that only vampires do.

Fanlin thought helplessly that the old house of the Black family was really a surprise. It would be very difficult to find Voldemort's Horcrux among so many dark magic items without the help of kretcher.

The jingle of the doorbell rang again. Everyone looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"Stay here."

When Mrs. Black's scream came down again, Mrs. Weasley grabbed the big bag full of dead mice and said quietly, "I'll get some sandwiches." She left the room and carefully closed the door behind her.

Almost at the same time, the others rushed to the window and looked down the stairs. They could see the head of a shaggy hair and a set of rickety balancing crucibles.

"Mundungus!" Said Hermione. "What is he doing with those crucibles?"

"Maybe he's looking for a safe place to put them," said Harry. "Maybe he was ordered to follow me that night? Choose a crucible to sell stolen goods

"Yes, you are right!" Fred said, as the front door opened, and Mundungus laboriously carried his crucible through the front door and disappeared from view. "Oh, mom doesn't like it..." He and George walked through the studio and stood by the door, listening carefully. Mrs. Black's screams had stopped.

"Mundungus is talking to Sisley and Kingsley," Fred whispered, frowning. "It's impossible to hear Do you think it's worth the risk of using the ear? "

"Maybe it's worth it," George said. "I could sneak up upstairs and get a pair -"

but just then there was a loud noise from downstairs, which made shunfenger useless.

Mrs. Weasley was clearly heard growling in her highest voice.

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

"Sometimes Fred said," he opened the door with such a beautiful smile that he could hear his mother's voice change so clearly

"- totally irresponsible, as if we didn't have the crucible you dragged in, we'd be miserable for lack of funds."

"these idiots are pushing her forward," George said, shaking his head. "You have to stop her as soon as possible, or she will talk like boiling steam for hours. Since Mundungus was absent from duty while he was ordered to follow you, mom has been looking for a chance to fix him. Harry - now Sirius's mother is raging again. "

Mrs. Weasley's lost the sharpness of the beginning, and the scream came from the portrait in the hall.

George tried to shut the door against the noise, but before he did, a house elf came into the side of the room. In addition to a string of dirty mice tied in a belt around his waist, it was all over. It looks very old. The skin looked several times bigger than its body, and though its other house elves were as bald and hairless as any of its house elves, a large number of white eyebrows popped out over its huge, bat like eyes. Its eyes are bloodshot and moist gray, and its fleshy nose is also very large, or more appropriately, like a pig's mouth.

The elf never noticed Harry and the others. It behaved as if it could not see them. It hunched, walked slowly, obstinately and slowly, all the way to the innermost part of the room. Its murmur was hoarse and deep in his breath, just like a bullfrog.

“… It smells like a gutter or a criminal's boot, but she's not much better. The dirty, old blood traitor with her suckling children has made my mistress's house a mess. Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say to old kretcher if she knew what rubbish these guys were bringing in? Oh, that's true It's shameful. Children, werewolves, traitors, and thieves. Poor old kretcher, what can it do... ""Hello, clencher," exclaimed Fanling, closing the door.

Mrs. Black's scream was so explosive that it was obviously beyond their means.

The elf stopped, stopped mumbling, and began to be surprised with a very obvious uncertainty.

"Clencher didn't see the little master," he turned his head and bowed to Vaseline. Still standing on the edge of the carpet, he added in a voice that was just audible, "this is a half breed, a dirty, suckling child."

"Sorry?" Hermione said, "but don't add that last point."

"Kretcher didn't say anything," kretcher quickly replied, saying it was an explanation, which was more like a kind of

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"This is the girl friend of the half breed boy, a dirty mud seed, if the old master is there..."

"I think you should learn how to speak." Vaseline threatened that he was really impatient with kretcher's actions.

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. The elf straightened up and glared maliciously at them, apparently believing that they couldn't hear it, so it continued to purr.

“… There are also some kids, brazen, standing here, oh, if my mistress knows, oh, how she'll scream, and here's a new boy, and kretcher doesn't know his name. What is he doing here? Kretcher doesn't know... "

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

"Harry Potter." Kretcher's pale eyes widened, purring faster, and more angry than before. The child was talking to kretcher like a friend. "If kretcher's mistress saw him like this, oh, she would say -"

"don't call her a wet baby!" Ron and Ginny cried out angrily at the same time.

"It doesn't matter," Hermione whispered. "It's distracted now, it doesn't know what it's saying -"

"don't lie to yourself, Hermione, it knows exactly what it's talking about," Fred saw kretcher's disgust.

Kretcher was still purring, his eyes looking at Harry. "Is that true? Is this Harry Potter? It must be true that kretcher was able to see the scar. It was the little boy who stopped the Duke of darkness, and kretcher doubted how he did it - "

" leave us all alone, kretcher, "said Fred.

"What are you doing anyway?" Asked George. Kretcher's big eyes turned to George.

"Kretcher is cleaning up," he said evasively.

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

Sirius is back; he is glaring at the elf at the door. The noise in the living room had disappeared; perhaps Mrs. Weasley and Mundungus had moved their battle to the kitchen.

Seeing Sirius, kretcher made a deep bow, his snout almost touching the ground.

"Stand up," Sirius exclaimed impatiently. "Now, what are you going to do?"

"Kretcher is cleaning," repeated the elf.

"Kretcher is going to tidy up the noble house of the Black family -"

"and it gets darker every day. It's a dirty place," Sirius said.

"The master always likes his little jokes," said kretcher, bowing again and whispering, "the master is a dirty, ungrateful pig, and he has hurt his mother's heart -"

"my mother has no heart, kretcher," Sirius suddenly exclaimed, "she keeps herself out of pure things."

When kretcher spoke, he bowed again.

"No matter what the master says," it purrs angrily, "the master is not worthy of cleaning his mother's boots! My poor mistress, what would she say if she saw kretcher serving him? She hated her master so much, how disappointing he was -- "

" I asked you what you were going to do, "Sirius said coldly." every time you lie and say you're going to do the cleaning, you hide that garbage secretly in your room, and we can't throw it away Drop them. "

"In the master's room, kretcher never removes anything from their proper position," replied the elf, and then complained quickly. "If that tapestry is thrown away, the mistress will not forgive him. He has been in the house for 700 years, and kretcher must keep it. Clencher will not let his master and his foxes Friend, and these stinky kids destroy it -- "

" I think that's it, "Sirius looked at the opposite wall contemptuously." she will cast another enchantment on the wall, I have no doubt, but if I could throw it away, I would. Now go away, kretcher

It seemed that kretcher did not dare to disobey a direct command; however, when he passed Sirius, he gave Sirius the most disgusting look, and then purred all the way out."- the guy who came back from Azkaban ordered kretcher everywhere, oh! My poor mistress, what would she say if she saw this house now? A group of rubbish lived in it, her treasure was thrown out, she cursed him not her son, but he came back, they all said he was a murderer - "

" if you nag again, I will kill you! " When Sirius heavily shut the elf outside, he said angrily.

"Sirius, he has a problem with his brain," Hermione tried to defend kretcher. "I don't think he realizes we can hear him."

"He's been here alone for too long," Sirius said. "He gets crazy orders from my mother's portrait, and only talks to herself, but it's always an evil little -"

"if you can give it freedom," Hermione said hopefully, "maybe --"

"we can't give it freedom, it knows too much about it Phoenix orders, "Sirius said simply," and the shock will kill him anyway. You suggest that it leave the house and see if it will carry out its orders Sirius walked across the room to the tapestry kretcher was trying to protect, which was now hanging from the wall.

All the rest of us followed Sirius.

The tapestry looks very old; it's dirty and broken, and it looks like it's full of insect bites. However, the golden threads still sparkle, indicating that they represent a genealogy dating back to the middle ages.

At the top of the tapestry was written in huge words: the noble and ancient house of the Tangiers P. Blake family.

"Your name is not here!" Harry cried after reading the last line of the genealogy.

"My name used to be in that position," Sirius said, pointing to a small hole in the tapestry that looked like a cigarette. "When I ran away from home, my dear mother removed me from my name - kretcher was interested in whispering the story."

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

"When I was 16," Sirius said, "I was old enough."

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

"Where's your father," Sirius said, "your grandparents were really good people; they raised me like their little son. Yes, your father and I went camping in the wild during school holidays. When I was 17, I had my own house. My uncle Alfred left me some gold - he's been wiped away from here, perhaps because - anyway, I've been taking care of myself since then. And I always welcome the potters to lunch on Sundays. "

"But Why do you

"Run away from home?" Sirius grinned bitterly and smoothed his long, shaggy hair with his fingers. "Because I hate all the people here, my parents have pure blooded madness, and they are convinced that being a Dark Wizard can actually make you noble My stupid brother, he's stupid enough to believe them That's him

Sirius put his finger at the bottom of the genealogy, and it was named "regullus Atalos black.". A date of death follows the date of birth.

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

"But he died." Said Harry. "Yes," Sirius replied, "stupid idiot, he joined the Death Eater."

"You're kidding!"

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

"Yes - are your parents also Death Eaters?"

"No, no, but believe me, they think Voldemort's idea is right, they all agree to purify the wizard's bloodline, remove the Muggle blood, and use the pure blood wizard. They are not individuals. Before Voldemort showed his true face, many people thought he was right. When they saw Voldemort coming to power, they offered him gold. But I'll bet my parents thought regulles was a real little hero when he first joined the corpse eaters

"Was he killed by Auror?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Oh, no," said Sirius, "he was killed by Voldemort. Or, more figuratively, following Voldemort's orders; I doubt regullus would be important enough for Voldemort to kill him. From what I found out after his death, he was too involved, and then he refused to carry out the order and asked to withdraw from the corpse eater. Yes, but you don't just give a resignation to Voldemort. It's a lifetime service, otherwise it's death. "

"It's lunch." There was Mrs. Weasley's voice. She held the wand high and in front of her was a large stack of sandwiches with cakes on top. She turned red and looked angry. The others went to Mrs. Weasley for food, but Harry remained by Sirius, who was bending down to the tapestry.www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!