"Poor old Kreacher saw what? The prodigal young master who disappeared for more than ten years is back, leading a dirty little mudblood to ruin my mistress's house." Kreacher's voice was slow, and his eyes were full of eyes. Disdainful, he bowed to Sirius as he spoke, as if instinct required him to do so, but at the same time—

"Humph!" Kreacher snorted at Tiera contemptuously, and then immediately shouted like a mourning wife:

"Oh... my poor hostess, my poor host! The blood of the great and noble Black family is cut off... woo woo... Look, my mistress, what you feared has finally happened! Look at your unfilial son, he finally brought back a man from outside! Still a filthy, disgusting and despicable mudblood! Although he used to be unclear with the Potters' kid..."

"Shut up! Kreacher! Shut up!" Sirius roared with a livid face.

"Yes... Yes, Master, Master told Kreacher to shut up, Kreacher will obey, Kreacher was born into the noble Black family." Kreacher lowered his head and said.

"Sorry." Sirius said coldly, even though he was ready to get rid of Tiera, being so humiliated by his own house-elf in front of Tiera still made Sirius's face a little uncomfortable. "It's been a little crazy since it hasn't communicated with anyone for so long."

"Master always likes to make a little joke, Kreacher is not crazy, Kreacher just wanted to find a company for Master too much." After speaking, Kreacher bowed again to Tiera, and then used a very light and very gentle gesture. A soft but clear voice said:

"Kreacher smells the mudblood, and if the poor mistress knew, what would the young master say to poor old Kreacher who married such a scumbag into the house? Shame! Bah! Shame! Bah! Really Shame..."

"Shut up, Kreacher." Sirius shouted angrily. If it weren't for the fact that Kreacher might still be used later, Sirius's temper would have kicked him now.

"Haha..." But Sirius heard Tiera chuckle lightly.

"What are you laughing at?" Sirius asked strangely, the normal wizard has already begun to draw his wand at this time——

Oh... yes, his wand is with me.

Sirius tucked his wand into his sleeve.

"It's nothing, I just find it interesting." Tiera said lightly, and then climbed the stairs.

"Interesting?" Sirius asked inexplicably after Tiera.

"Mr. Black." Tiera stood on the fourth step, stretched out her hand and pulled down a musty, moth-eaten curtain, revealing what was hidden behind—

A portrait of an old lady with a ferocious face.

The old lady let out a scream like a ghost, and she waved her claw-like hands as if to grab Tiera's face.

"Who are you? Who are you? You bastard, bitch! Get out of here, who allowed you to enter my ancestor's house, this is the Black family"

The expression on the old lady's face was terrifying and hideous. Just when she was about to shout something, Sirius Black rushed over——

"Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up!" he yelled, trying to pull the curtain back up.

"You, you!" The old lady's face turned pale, her eyes widened, she looked at Sirius in disbelief, and then made a sharper voice, "It's you prodigal son, the shame of the family, the evil son I gave birth to! Come back with a face, you..."

"I said it, shut up!" Sirius shouted, and covered the curtain back with the speed of lightning.

The screams died down, and then there was an echoing silence.

"Do you know what I saw? Mr. Black." Tiera asked.

"You saw my mother," said Sirius Black.

"No, Mr. Black, no..." Tiera smiled, and then said sympathetically, "What you see is just the performance, I see..."

"I saw a tragic woman."

"Isn't it?" Sirius said sarcastically.

"No, Mr. Black. You don't see the essence. No one is born evil, and no mother is born so disgusted with her child," Tiera said. "Can you talk about her evil? , where does her disgust for her own children come from?"

"Pure blood theory." Sirius said almost without any hesitation.

"So where did the pure-blood theory come from?" Tiera asked again.

"Pure blood theory..." Sirius thought for a moment—

"From . . . seems to be from Slytherin," said Sirius.

"Don't blame the ancients, Mr. Black," Tiera said as she let go of her spiritual dimension, "I don't deny that Salazar Slytherin was a great wizard, but he was just A great wizard more than a thousand years ago, he did not have that kind of vision. He put forward the pure blood theory at that time to prevent those Muggle wizards who were religiously brainwashed from entering the school and betrayed the wizarding society, thus causing irreversible consequences. And he is still a wizard who is responsible to his students and has a sense of justice."

"Then Mr. Black, can you tell me that under those circumstances, at the height of the Muggle-Wizard confrontation, if it were you, you would risk recruiting people who might have been brainwashed, Muggle-born students full of fanatical religious beliefs?" Tiera asked rhetorically.

"I..." After thinking for a while, Sirius replied sadly:

"I won't……"

Sirius' voice was extremely soft, as if he had said something shameful.

"The original purpose of Slytherin was not to discriminate, but to maintain the stability and security of the entire wizarding world." Tiera said, "Even Muggle-born wizards were considered to have unparalleled talents at that time, so why? Why is Slytherin's extremely limited admissions strategy being touted by countless so-called pure-blood wizards to this day?"

"Why... why?" Sirius asked.

"You have a better history of magic than me. Come and tell me why." Tiera said.

"I..." Sirius hesitated, unable to explain why.

"The discrimination against us Muggles in the wizarding world has always existed, and it has endured for a long time. As Lily's good friend, as the vanguard of the last magical world war~lightnovelpub.net~ Mr. Black, you must have thought about the reason. ?" Tiera asked again.

"I...I don't know..." Blake said embarrassedly.

"We should learn something from our own past, our own experience, but look at you, Mr. Black," Tiera said, feigning grief, "you've been in Azkaban for twelve years. , You sat there for twelve years? Reminiscing about your most painful past time and time again? Have you never thought about anything?"

Tiera stood on the stairs, looking down at Sirius——

"So you are still so reckless, still so stupid and impulsive, right? Twelve years of prison life, twelve years of pain and sinking still haven't made you any growth, right?"

A powerful mental force pressed against Sirius Black.

"Twelve years ago, you arbitrarily replaced Harry's parents and killed Harry's parents. Twelve years later, will you kill Harry's good friend indiscriminately?" Tiera asked with a smile, "You still Do you want to get rid of me?"

Sirius's face changed greatly in an instant, and he raised his wand in a hurry——