Chapter 794 Godfather’s Mother

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"I didn't ask...I didn't want...Voldemort killed my parents!" Harry was already incoherent. "I'm famous because he killed my parents but failed to kill me! Who wants to be famous like this? I think I would rather this It never happened."

"We all know that, Harry," Ginny said sincerely.

"And of course, they didn't report a word about you being attacked by a Dementor," said Hermione. "Someone warned them to keep quiet. That might have been big news, that the Dementors were out of control. They even There's no reporting on your breach of the International Statute of Magical Secrecy. I think this news would be a great way to turn you into a stupid exhibit if they wanted to. We think they're stalling for time until you're expelled, then They really make a big deal about it - I mean, if you get fired, obviously..."

Hermione said hurriedly, "You really shouldn't be expelled. If they themselves don't abide by the law, there is no reason to target you."

They returned to the subject of the hearing, something Harry didn't want to think about. He wanted to change to another topic, but there was no need because of the sound of someone's footsteps going up the stairs.

"Oh, damn." Fred dragged Shunfeng Er with all his strength, and with another loud bang, he and George disappeared. Seconds later, Mrs. Weasley appeared at the bedroom door. "The meeting is over, now you can go downstairs for dinner. Everyone wants to see you, Harry. And who left those dung bombs outside the kitchen door?"

"Crookshanks, Mum," Ginny said without blushing, "He likes to play with these things."

"Oh," said Mrs. Weasley, "I think it's Kreacher, he always likes to collect strange things like this. Now everyone remember to keep their voices down in the kitchen. Ginny, you have very good hands. Dirty, what did you just do? Remember to wash your hands before eating."

Ginny made a face at the others and followed her mother out, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione alone in their room. They both looked at Harry worriedly, now that the others were gone they were afraid he would yell like he had just done. Their nervous glances made Harry feel a little ashamed.

"Look...," he said vaguely, but Ron shook his head, and Hermione said calmly, "We know you're angry, Harry, and we really don't blame you, but you know, we tried our best. Persuade Dumbledore—"

"Yes, I know," Harry said shortly. He changed the subject to avoid involving his headmaster, as Dumbledore's opinion made Harry furious again.

"Who is Kreacher?" Harry asked.

"The elf that lives in this house," said Ron, "is crazy. I've never met an elf like him before."

Hermione frowned at Ron. "He's not crazy, Ron."

"His goal in life is to cut off his head and hang it on the wall like his mother," Ron said impatiently. "Is this normal, Hermione?"

"Okay - okay, if he's just a little weird, it's not his fault."

Ron winked at Harry. "Hermione still hasn't given up on her sex."

"That's nothing!" Hermione said excitedly, "That's the Elf Welfare Promotion Association. And it's not just me, Dumbledore also wants us to treat Kreacher kindly."

"Yes, yes," said Harry, "come on! I'm starving."

Harry led the way out of the room to the landing, but just as he was grabbing the metal railing to go downstairs...

"Get him," Ron growled, rushing over and grabbing Harry by one arm while Hermione stayed away. "They're still in the hall, we might be able to hear something."

The three men looked carefully over the stair railing. The dark hall below was filled with wizards and witches, including Harry's entire bodyguard. They all chatted excitedly together. In the middle of the group, Harry saw a guy with shiny black hair and a striking big nose. That was Harry's most hated teacher at Hogwarts, Snape. professor.

Harry leaned against the railing. He was very curious about what Snape was doing for the Phoenix Order... A thin, brightly colored rope appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

As soon as he looked up, he saw brothers Fred and George standing on top of the stair landing, carefully lowering the tailwind ear and pointing it towards the crowd below. However, in an instant, they all moved toward the door and out of sight.

"Damn it," Harry heard Fred curse under his breath as he put his ears back. They heard the door open and then close.

"Snape never eats here," Ron told Harry calmly, "Thank God, come on."

As they passed the row of elf heads on the wall, they saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley and Tonks at the front door. After the wizards left, many large locks and bolts were magically locked. .

"We're eating down in the kitchen," Mrs. Weasley whispered as she met them at the bottom of the stairs. "Harry! darling! If you tiptoe through this hall the kitchen is behind the door at the end-"

There was a crash.

"Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley turned around and shouted angrily.

"I'm sorry!" Tonks lay on the ground, "It's that stupid umbrella stand. This is the second time I've been knocked down by it -"

But her next words were drowned out by a terrifying, eardrum-ripping, blood-filled scream.

The moth-infested curtain Harry had passed earlier, when there was no door behind it. But at this moment, Harry thought he was looking out of a window, and behind the window there was an old lady wearing a black hat screaming loudly as if she was being tortured - and then Harry realized it was just a real person sized portraits, but this one was the most realistic and disgusting, he had never seen before.

The old lady was drooling, she rolled her eyes, the sallow skin on her face stretched as she screamed, and behind them, other portraits woke up and screamed as well, so Harry actually He stared and covered his ears tightly with his hands.

Lupine and Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and struggled to pull the curtains, trying to cover the old lady, but they could not close the curtains, and the old lady screamed louder, waving her claws as if to tear them apart. s face.

"For the fifth time! Damn it! This is a nasty and dirty by-product! You half-demon, mutants, freaks, get out of here! How dare you slander my father in this house—"

Tonks apologized over and over again and lowered the huge, heavy, giant-legged frame back to the floor.

Mrs. Weasley had given up on closing the curtains and was running hurriedly up and down the hall, tapping each portrait with her wand. At the same time, a man with long black hair faced Harry. Run out from behind a door.

"Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up!" he shouted, grabbing the curtains that Mrs. Weasley had given up on. The old lady's face turned pale.

"Oh! It's you!" She howled loudly, staring at this man with her wide eyes, "Traitor of pure blood, disgusting, I am ashamed of you!"

"I said - shut up!" growled the man, and with a great effort he and Lupine tried their best to close the curtain again. The old lady's scream disappeared without even an echo, and the hall fell silent.

Breathing slightly and brushing his long black hair away from his eyes, Harry's godfather, Sirius, turned his face to him.

"Hello! Harry!" He said through gritted teeth, "I see you have met my mother." (To be continued)