Chapter 406 Christmas Gift

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

"The prodigal son, the shame of the family, the evil seed I gave birth to!" She widened her eyes and shouted sharply.

At the same time, Sirius felt as if he had a slight connection with this ancestral house.

"From now on, I will be the head of the Black family..." Sirius ignored the roar of his mother's portrait, and whispered in his mouth, "Oh, I don't need your approval, I am the heir of the Black family..."

"If the young master wants, Kreacher can help you close the curtain so that the old master can enjoy peace." A hoarse and deep voice like a bullfrog sounded.

The sound startled Harry, and he looked down at the source of the sound. It turned out to be a house-elf. This house elf looked very old, his skin seemed to be several times more than his body actually needed, and the excess skin fell limply on his sides. He was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist. His head was bald like all house-elves, but a mass of white hair grew out of his large bat-like ears.

Harry took a closer look at his face, and found that his watery, gray eyes were bloodshot, 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 to be 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 also very surprised to see Kreacher alive now.

Kreacher bowed tremblingly to Sirius, almost hitting his nose on the dirty carpet. When Kreacher bowed, he was still muttering: "Nasty, ungrateful bastard, breaking his heart right now..."

Maybe he thought he was just talking in his head, but he really said it, and even though Walburga Black's growl was covering it, Harry and Sirius could still hear it clearly.

Sirius' expression changed all of a sudden.

"That's enough, close the curtain, immediately!" He said stiffly.

Kreacher bowed again to Sirius, snapped his fingers, and the veil of Walburga Black's portrait closed. The old woman's scream died away, leaving only a reverberating silence.

Sirius took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. At this moment, Kreacher no longer knew where he had gone.

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

"I'm sorry, Harry, you're allowed to 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 sanitation of his own house - he didn't have to worry about such things since he was a child.

When Sirius was a teenager, he was a standard wealthy young man, so it was never his turn to clean up. When he went to Hogwarts, there was no such campus activity as cleaning, because there were hundreds of house elves in Hogwarts. Enough to maintain the daily cleaning of the school. Sirius will be imprisoned in Azkaban after he becomes 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 went home today that I found that there was almost no place to stay in the whole old house. The own house-elf is befuddled and acting insane, and he can't be expected to clean up.

As for him coming by himself? Forget it, staying in a hotel is quite nice, and it doesn't cost much.

"It's nothing, it's 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 unhygienic. If Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia heard that, they would have had a fight with Sirius even if he was a wizard.

"Forget it. Come with me." After seeing the mouse entangled in the bed, Sirius completely gave up the idea of ​​staying here overnight, and took Harry to a hotel in Diagon Alley.

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On Christmas morning, Tom unsurprisingly overslept. In the end it was Hermione's throwing pillow that woke him up.

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

Sure enough, I still drank too much, and Mr. Granger didn't wake me up! Tom murmured inwardly.

Then he jerked violently, wrapped his body in a quilt, "Hermione, get out! I haven't dressed yet!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I really thought I was rare! Here, Christmas presents, go on!"

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

It's so white, I didn't expect that Tom usually looked inconspicuous, but it turned out...it turned out to be quite strong. Hermione blushed as she recalled the glimpse just now, and left quickly.

Tom quickly got dressed, got rid of the seal of the quilt, and began to unwrap his Christmas presents one by one.

What he was most looking forward to was the gift Hermione gave him. He unfolded the wrapping paper, and a blue woolen scarf appeared before his eyes.

Tom took the scarf in his hand and first ran his hand over it, thinking it should be wool. After confirming the material, he took a closer look at the appearance of the scarf, and found that it looked fine from a distance, but the weaving was crooked and the stitches were not very tight. Judging by the craftsmanship, Hermione must have woven it by herself.

There was also a small card inside the scarf, on which was written in elegant fonts: [Don't say that the weaving is ugly! 】

Tom smiled foolishly, then buried his nose in the scarf and inhaled vigorously. A delicate fragrance entered Tom's nostrils along with a few 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 ordinary, it was very warm after wrapping it on.

"Hehehe, so comfortable." At this moment, he found that there was a box in the package 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 Magic.

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Artemisia Lufkin (1754-1825) was a witch. She was educated at Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts. Lufkin was elected Minister for Magic between 1798 and 1811. She is also the first woman in history to serve as a minister.

She founded the International Department of Magical Cooperation and lobbied hard enough to get Britain to host a Quidditch World Cup during her tenure.

After Lufkin's appointment as minister, several Wizengamot wizards withdrew in protest. She served as Minister for Magic for a total of 13 years.

Artemisia Lufkin died in 1825 at the age of 71. In the 1990s, she appeared on the Chocolate Frog Card.

On September 1, 1991, Hufflepuff Prefect Gabriel Truman mentioned that former Minister of Magic Artemisia Lufkin was from Hufflepuff when welcoming the first years of his house. One of the celebrities who came out of the academy.