"Hogwarts Melon Eater (!

Sirius first entered the door, 12 Grimmauld Place. This was his home, but since he ran away from home in 1976, it has become a house with memories and can no longer be called home.

A smell of dust and rotting wood surrounded Sirius. He looked at the hallway shrouded in darkness, stretched out his hand and fanned in front of him, trying to disperse the dust so that he could see more clearly. When was the last time you came here? ?

Back in 1979 for the funeral of brother Regulus or father Orion? Sirius sighed. The surname Blake is very problematic. It is always linked to black. The coffin is black, the suit is black, the cloak is black, the home is black, and some people's hearts are also black.

"Looks like this place has been uninhabited for a while," Lupin followed behind Sirius into the house, he touched the tattered wallpaper, dusted his hands, and then calmly wiped the dust off Sirius' clothes.

Sirius fumbled to a dilapidated wooden table by the door, picked up the snake-shaped candlestick on it, and lit it with magic. There were several unopened letters from 79 years on the table, and a dirty An ashtray full of cigarette butts.

"Is there electricity here?" Lupin saw a row of old magic bulbs on the wall by the light of the candle in Sirius' hand.

"If our next-door neighbors hadn't moved, and didn't find out about their unreasonable extra spending over the years — then luckily, there should still be electricity," Sirius found the switch on the wall, hidden in a piece that had fallen in half Under the wallpaper, "crack," the eerie light illuminated the eerie corridor.

Lupin was finally able to know what was at his feet, two dead mice, three corpses of cockroaches, and an umbrella stand made of the troll's left leg. For some reason, Lupin could clearly see where the troll's leg was cut. His flesh and blood, "Damn, this isn't true, is it?"

Sirius waved his hand, "What's that, later you'll see the display wall of house-elf heads, and the stuffed centaurs—"

"Welcome to the dark home of Black."

Lupin shook his head and kicked the dead mouse away from his feet. "Isn't there a house-elf in your house? Kreacher? Its head is also hung on the display wall?" Worse than a screaming shack isn't that common.

"Who knows," Sirius didn't pay much attention as he passed several long velvet curtains full of bug-eyes, "like I don't know why they put up curtains where there are no windows." He came to the end of the hallway. Open one of the more broken wooden doors.

"Squeaky," Sirius frowned without the imaginary dust hitting his face, and looked down along the stone stairs. This is the basement of the house, surrounded by rough stone walls.

It used to be the kitchen and dining room of the Blacks, too, with huge fireplaces, dusty mahogany dining tables, scattered tables and chairs, and everything that had been ravaged by rats or whatever—now it's more of a New Year's Eve The cave where the old troll lived alone, the heavy iron pot and iron basin hung down from the top of the stone, and at first glance, he thought it was some evil torture device.

"Kreacher?" Sirius called twice, remembering that Kreacher lived here, in the sink under the cupboard.

Regulus even named Kreacher's 'room' as a child, 'the secret cave under the waterfall', because the sink was always leaking - half the time, of course, by young Sirius When it came out, he liked to study the working mechanism of the Muggle washbasin, and wanted to see if there was an old wizard hidden inside for his house \'Qingquan Ruzhu\'.

"It's not here, it may have escaped," the restaurant did not respond. The absolute silence made Sirius suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. In the past, this house had a father and mother, Regunas, and Kreacher, although they were very different. I hate it. I use sarcasm as a chat routine all day long, and I can't hold back a good word for a long time, but now that I'm gone, I still feel a little lonely.

"Who can stand this house after all?"

Sirius has already started to miss life at Anna's house, the cleanliness and tidyness there, and the warmth of everyone watching TV together after dinner... Lena will definitely go crazy when she sees the mess here, she likes to put Everything is in order...

"Sirius..." Lupin tried to comfort Sirius, when he was about to approach, he suddenly stepped on something on the carpet, \'Bless Merlin not to be a dead mouse\', he prayed in his heart, and luck did indeed favor He - Lupin stepped on a fluffy loaf, he looked up, and found the broken plate not far away.

He picked up the bread, thinking it was absurd, what brand of bread is this, and there is no sign of spoilage for so many years, or... Lupin's eyes widened, "There are other people here!"

"The young master who was swept out of Black's house is back!" A sharp voice sounded from Sirius's knees, causing him to take a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

"Kreacher?!" Sirius was a little happy, and didn't pay attention to what Kreacher said. He looked at the house elf that suddenly appeared in front of him. Its dress was a bit sexy, a strip similar to that used by men in tropical countries to cover their bodies. The loincloth is all the fabric on the body.

Lupin was surprised by the **** dress of the house elf. He just happened to squat on the ground to pick up the bread. Unfortunately, he looked directly at Kreacher. Those big, bloodshot gray eyes stared at Lupin without blinking. "Uh..." Lupin stepped back.

Lupin wasn't comfortable with the white hairs coming out of Kreacher's bat-shaped ears, his wrinkled skin, and his revealing attire.

Kreacher approached Lupin step by step, "Master's accomplice? You rescued him from Azkaban? Wait, I've seen you..." Kreacher stared at Lupin for a while, but he did see Lupin, but that was many years ago, when Sirius was still in school.

"Remus Lupin...sir," it added stiffly, perhaps it thought that the man who plucked Lord Black out of Azkaban should be respected, "Sir, I don't recommend you continue to back off. "

"What?" Lupin felt himself tripping over something before he could react. "Boom," a huge sound echoed in the corridor, and Lupin and the troll's left umbrella stand fell to the ground at the same time, God! Lupin growled internally because he felt like he was sitting on a dead mouse.

But the shock was soon overwhelmed by an even bigger shock, and an uncomfortable barbell-like laughter came from behind the velvet curtains hanging on the wall—"Chichi..." The curtains opened themselves .

A life-size portrait hung on the wall of an old woman in a black wizard hat, with that crazy smile, ill-maintained skin, and long black hair in a coil, Sirius knew who it was, Woo. Erbuga Black, can no longer be familiar with, the most unreasonable woman in the world, and also her own mother.

But even if she was unreasonable, Sirius was still a little sad when Azkaban learned of her death. Sirius could recall the voice of Walburga sitting by the bed reading to himself "Toadstool Tales" as a child, And the fragrant smell of hair oil on her hair.

Sirius didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say. He just stared blankly at Ms. Walburga, her mad laugh and coughing as if trying to get her lungs out.

"Dirty and sinful bastard! You're back here at last—" Walburga finally had enough laughing, and she dragged her voice with a hint of victory.

At this time, Sirius was indeed dirty and sinful. He was indeed dirty enough, and he had the identity of a fugitive.

Walburga glanced sideways at Lupin, who fell to the ground. "And with a... werewolf who can't stand still? Huh! My poor and noble house shouldn't be sticking with these horrible pet smells--so It can be seen that your friendship level is as good as ever--"

"Very bad," Walburga took off the wizard hat and straightened his hair, then put it back on and cast a sharp look at Sirius.

"Your stupid friends made you stupid, extremely stupid, the noble Black was counted into Azkaban, the key is that he didn't even defend himself!"

"You attended my trial?" Sirius didn't expect it. He thought that Ms. Walburga would swear to never see him again because she tarnished the honor of the Black family.

Walburga snorted coldly, "I just wanted to see how you showed your eloquence in court, but unfortunately, you always let me down."

"And you think I'm being calculated?" Sirius shrugged, hiding all his emotions, showing a bad son expression, "I went in as a 'Death Eater' and killed twelve A Muggle, who ruined a street, was described by the Daily Prophet as \'Mysterious Man's Most Faithful Servant\' - listen, \'Most Faithful Servant\', Biregunas' 'Servant\' The level is still high, and I thought you would be relieved—"

"After all, you and Orion are both big fans of Voldemort, right?" Sirius was silent for a second, "I supported your morbid pure-blood thinking, and then took the unfinished road of Regunas and became a Are you satisfied that Voldemort's minions have destroyed everything?"

Lupin, who was sitting on the ground, frowned. Sirius' words were not very pleasant, and the truth should not be what he said--

\'Sirius is provoking Madam Walburga's wrath\', Lupin didn't know why Sirius did it, maybe Sirius himself didn't know, maybe it was just a habit, a clamor in Black's blood The \'mouth gun\' gene may also be affected by the \'quarrel curse\' at 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Shut up! You're not allowed to say that!" Walburga screamed, her face tense, she looked like a mad woman now, the magic sound almost pierced the eardrums of Sirius and Lupin, and Kreacher didn't respond. , just bent down silently and looked at Walburga respectfully.

"What?!" Sirius asked with difficulty, covering his ears.

He regretted it and shouldn't have stimulated this damned portrait. Ms. Walburga was tough enough when she was alive, but she didn't expect death to calm her down, but instead she was full of fighting spirit.

"servant--"

Ms. Walburga suddenly calmed down, and she looked at Sirius coldly, "You are not his servant, nor is Regunas his servant, the Black family - never will be anyone's servant. ."

"We support You-Know-Who just because he will destroy Muggles so wizards don't have to hide. We get along as temporary allies, allies!" Walburga emphasized, "not servants."

"As for you," Walburga's voice sharpened, "when are you going to get me that horrific picture of a custom Muggle woman showing her **** in your room—let's talk about your becoming a Death Eater. possibility."

Ms. Walburga has been haunted by the bikini poster on Sirius' wall.

"Would you take refuge with You-Know-Who? Heh, stop making up lies to cover up your framed stupidity, I don't know you, but you're your mother anyway, bad boy," Walburga stared at him and stayed where he was. Sirius, who was motionless, said, "The possibility of Regunas betraying the mysterious person is much higher than the possibility that you will join the mysterious person. After all, you and my brother Alphard have the same dog temper..."

"Wild and arrogant, rebellious and stupid, running away from home at any time, doing things recklessly, rampaging, stupid savages, stupid baboons..." Walburga said Rap and scolded, she finally found someone to vent her emotions good chance.

Sirius was silent, he was very contradictory now, but it was undeniable that he was a little surprised and a little joyful and moved - someone always believed that he was innocent, a person he never thought of.

His heart suddenly became very calm, and he said in a very low voice, "Thank you."

Kreacher heard it, and his misty presbyopic eyes stared at the boss, and a miracle happened, the Black family's rebellious eldest son actually said thank you to his mother - incredible!

Kreacher thought that Sirius had lost some vital organ that uttered the word after the age of seven, such as the heart or something, and even if Ms. Walburga treated Sirius well, she did not see what Sirius did to him. What a good face your mother has.

Walburga stopped scolding Sirius, her black eyes rolling in a circle, "I forgot to tell Gringotts about your removal from the Black family, lucky bastard, this house is yours It's-"

She paused for a long time, and her eyebrows were raised, which made Sirius feel a little uncomfortable. According to past experience, Ms. Walburga should start making some unreasonable requests.

As expected by Sirius, Walburga's voice changed, "Since you have inherited the Black family's house, you must continue the noble blood of the Black family. You are now the only healthy young male in our family— —”

"Huh?" Sirius didn't respond for a while.

"Kreacher!" Walburga shouted Kreacher's name, "Contact my niece, Narcissa Malfoy, and ask her to introduce a few tight-spoken pure-blooded ladies, preferably those who are in a hurry to get married. A little, a little ugly, it doesn’t matter if there are any flaws, after all, the current situation can’t force anything more…”

"Yes, Master," Kreacher bowed respectfully, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. It had not been a long time since she had seen Ms. Walburga so awake, and she was slowly becoming normal, returning to the shrewdness of a long time ago. appearance.

"Wait wait!" Sirius frowned, "What does this mean?"

"Marriage, maybe I can attend your wedding in my lifetime," Lupin stood up leaning against the wall and reminded Sirius in a low voice, with a gloating expression on his face, "Congratulations."

"Hey!" Sirius became anxious. He saw that Kreacher had picked up the quill and started writing on the parchment. "I'm still a fugitive! How can I get married now?!" Ms. Walburga was beginning to feel unreasonable.

"Yes, Mr. Fugitive, I'm glad you realized that," Walburga nodded, her wizard hat swaying wildly with her head, "so you need to hurry up and give birth to an heir to the Black family, Better before you're recaptured back to Azkaban..."

"Crazy," Sirius yanked the curtain of Walburga's portrait back, but soon the curtain opened again on its own, and Walburga's thoughts resounded throughout No. 12 Grimmauld Place. Everywhere, Sirius takes the quill from Kreacher's hand, but soon discovers that it has given him another.

"Master~lightnovelpub.net~Old Kreacher must complete the task assigned by the master," Kreacher's eyes were firm.

"I ordered you not to write!" Sirius took the quill away again, "I am also your master!"

"The young master who came back from Azkaban began to point fingers at Kreacher as soon as he came back," Kreacher whispered, and then replied in a submissive manner, "You are no longer Kreacher's master, since you were removed from the Black family by your master. Removed..." It paused for a second, "but your child is still a part of the great and forgiving Black family."

"I don't have children yet!" Sirius yelled, like a grumpy lion.

"Your future child," Kreacher continued, writing to Narcissa.

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