v3 Chapter 149： Christmas gift

"From today, you are the new head of the Black family." After saying this, the sanity in the old woman's eyes disappeared, and madness took over her eyes again.

"Prodigal son, the shame of the family, the evil seed I gave birth to!" She exclaimed with wide eyes.

At the same time, Sirius felt as if he was somehow connected to the ancestral home.

"From now on, I will be the head of the Black family..." Sirius ignored the roar of his mother's portrait and muttered, "Oh, I don't need your recognition, I was originally the heir of the Black family..."

"If the young master wants to, Kreacher can help you pull the curtain and let the old master enjoy peace." A bullfrog-like hoarse, low voice rang out.

The sound startled Harry, and he looked down at the source of the sound, which turned out to be a house-elf. The house-elf looked very old, and he seemed to have several times more skin than his body actually needed, and the excess skin fell softly on his sides. He was almost naked, except for a dirty rag around his waist. His head was as bald as all house-elves, but there were a lot of white hairs growing out of those big bat-like ears.

Harry took a closer look at his face, and found that his watery, gray eyes were bloodshot, and his fleshy nose was as big as a pig's nose, but the expression on his face was not so friendly, it could even be said that hostile.

"Kreacher? I didn't expect you to be alive." Sirius was a little surprised. Kreacher was very old when he ran away from home, and he was surprised to see Kreacher alive now.

Kreacher bowed tremblingly to Sirius, his nose almost touching the dirty carpet. As Kreacher bowed, there were still words in his mouth: "A nasty, ungrateful **** who broke his current heart..."

Maybe he thought he was just talking in his mind, but he did say it, and Harry and Sirius could hear it clearly, even with the roar of Walburga Black obscured.

Sirius's expression suddenly changed.

"Enough, draw the curtains, immediately!" he said stubbornly.

Kreacher bowed again to Sirius, snapped his fingers, and the drapery closed in front of Walburga Black's portrait. The old woman's screams were gone, and there was only an echoing silence.

Sirius took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. By this time Kreacher had no idea where he was going.

"Come with me." Sirius took Harry around the house, and finally chose a bedroom that was not so dirty and run down to sleep in.

"Sorry, Harry, I let you live in this kind of place on Christmas Eve..." Sirius felt a little guilty, he didn't think about it. He really didn't think about the hygiene of his house - he didn't need to worry about it since he was a child.

When Sirius was a teenager, he was a standard rich boy, and it was never his turn to clean up. When he went to school at Hogwarts, there was no such campus activity, because there were hundreds of house-elves at Hogwarts. Enough to maintain the daily cleanliness of the school. Sirius is locked up in Azkaban as an adult, and no one will ask him to clean the room...

So, he really didn't have this awareness. It wasn't until I got home today that I realized that there was almost no place to stay in the whole old house. My house-elf is so confused and acting crazy, and he can't be expected to clean up.

As for him coming? Forget it, the hotel is very fragrant, and it doesn't cost a lot of money.

"It's nothing, much better than the Dursleys." Harry replied with a smile, shaking the quilt on the bed, and then a few mice ran out.

Harry, Sirius:  …

"The Dursleys are really unhygienic." Sirius said with a complicated expression. He really thought the Dursleys were very unhygienic. If Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia heard this, they would have a fight with Sirius even if he were a wizard.

"Forget it. Come with me." After seeing the mouse entrenched in the quilt, Sirius completely gave up the idea of ​​spending the night here, and took Harry to a hotel in Diagon Alley.

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On Christmas morning, Tom unexpectedly overslept. In the end, it was the pillow that Hermione threw to wake him up.

"Hermione?" Tom struggled to sit up, his brain buzzing. He looked aside, only to see that Mr. Granger had disappeared. In its place is a small pile of packages.

Sure enough, I drank too much, and Mr. Granger didn't even wake me up! Tom muttered to himself.

Then he shuddered suddenly and wrapped his body in the quilt, "Hermione, get out! I'm not dressed yet!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I really thought I was rare! Now, Christmas present, then!"

She threw an object on Tom's bed and turned away from the bedroom.

It's so white, I really didn't expect Tom to look like a mountain, but it turned out... It turned out to be pretty solid. Hermione recalled the startling glance just now, her face flushed red, and she left quickly.

Tom quickly got dressed, got rid of the seal of the quilt, and began to look at his Christmas gifts one by one.

What he was looking forward to most was the gift Hermione gave him. He unfolded the wrapping paper and a blue woolen scarf appeared in front of him.

Tom took the scarf in his hand and first rubbed it with his hand, thinking it should be wool. After determining the material, he took a closer look at the appearance of the scarf, and found that it looked fine from a distance Up close, the knitting was a little crooked, and the stitches were not very tight. Looking at this craft, it must have been woven by Hermione herself.

There is also a small card in the scarf, which is written in Juanxiu's handwriting: [Don't say that weaving is ugly! 】

Tom smiled stupidly, then buried his nose between the scarves and inhaled hard. A fragrance entered Tom's nasal cavity along with a few small strands of wool, making his nose and heart a little itchy.

He couldn't wait to put on the scarf, tried it on, and found that although it looked normal, it was very warm after wrapping it.

"Hey hey, it's so comfortable." At this time, he found that there was a box in the package that Hermione sent. Tom opened the box and found that there were neatly arranged chocolates inside.

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Today is the story of Artemisia Lufkin, the eleventh minister of the Ministry of Magic.

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