Chapter 283 The Screaming Portrait

"Miss Tia, since you want to see Professor Snape so much, why did you hardly say anything when you saw him?"

Snape had already left, and in his words, "I don't have that much time to spend with others looking at me and looking at you". X23US. COM updates the fastest

Maybe it was because of Maca's face, or maybe it was for some other reason, but in the end he didn't say that.

"...I, I don't know what to say."

Looking at Maca leaning against the wall next to the door with a curious face, Tia replied timidly.

"So...you have met Professor Snape, what's your plan next?" Maca looked at Tia, who was timid, and couldn't help smiling, "Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything to you. "

Tia pursed her thin lips, and pulled back the hair that covered the corners of her eyes behind her ears, but she didn't dare to look at Maca.

"Do I look terrible?" Maca touched his cheek, strangely.

Finally, after hearing these words, Tia subconsciously glanced at Maca's face.

"No, no..."

Seeing Maca looking at her, she hurriedly looked away again, but her tone of voice was calmer.

"...Mr. McLean seems very kind, not scary."

To be honest, this was the first time Maca heard someone use the word "kindness" to describe him. For a while, he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

"Really?" Maca nodded and said, "By the way, you said you were from America before, right? Then why your accent..."

Tia bowed her head in silence for a while, and it could be seen that she didn't seem to want to recall those past events.

"...I was brought up in an orphanage and the nuns who taught us to speak were English."

"Church orphanage?" Maca said thoughtfully, "...that's not a good place."

This sounds like nonsense, but in fact, what Maca wants to express is not just as simple as it seems on the surface.

Not to mention what his childhood was like,

At least he once went to several orphanages to do some insignificant "trivial things" in order to make a certain Muggle noble take the initiative to take out the pound.

And in those orphanages, he had personally seen the so-called "orphanage" situation.

Combined with Tia's various cowardly performances, Maca also understood a little bit in his heart that no matter whether she was Voldemort's person or not, at least her weird personality really made sense.

"Yeah..." Tia nodded lightly, "That's not a good place."

"You graduated from Ilvermorny, right? What's it like there? What do you teach?" Maca asked again, putting aside the previous topic.

The topic between the two has always been guided by Maca, and the chat is very scattered, talking one after another, which makes Tia gradually relax.

Not long after, Mrs. Weasley hurried up from downstairs and dinner was ready.

By the way, Maca also vaguely heard two bangs in the bedroom where Harry and the others stayed not far away, probably because Fred and George had apparated again.

"Do you want to go down to eat together today?" Maca smiled and said, "The others here are also good people, and they won't hurt you."

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Tia seemed to be getting nervous again.

Maca quickly waved his hand and said: "It's okay, don't force it, let's talk about it next time! I'll ask Lena to bring some up later."

"……thanks."

After thanking her softly, she retreated into the bedroom and closed the door tightly.

"The meeting is over, now you can go downstairs for dinner..." Mrs. Weasley said standing at the door of the bedroom not far away, "Everyone wants to see you, Harry... and, yeah Who left those dung bombs outside the kitchen door?"

"Crookshanks." Maca vaguely heard Ginny's voice, "It likes to play with those things."

"Oh," said Mrs. Weasley, "I think it might be Kreacher, he always likes to collect such strange things, and now everyone remembers to keep their voices down in the kitchen."

She paused and said, "Ginny, your hands are dirty. What did you do just now? Remember to wash your hands before eating."

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Weasley turned and went downstairs, and Ginny soon followed. When the mother and daughter were walking towards the stairs, they both smiled and waved to Maca, motioning for him to come along.

Maca nodded, and let them go down first, while walking towards the bedroom where Harry and the others were staying.

"Seeing my demeanor... what demeanor?"

"Harry"

Harry's slightly stuffy voice and Hermione's helpless voice entered Maca's ears almost at the same time.

"Yeah, I know," Harry sighed, "I'm just... mad at myself."

He thought for a while and then asked curiously: "Who is 'Kreacher'?"

"The elf that lives in the old house," said Ron, "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 own head and hang it on a plaque like his mother!" Ron said anxiously. "Is this normal, Hermione?"

"Chop off your own head? Hang it on a plaque?" Harry said in astonishment.

"The plaques have been removed by Maca, otherwise you could still see them on the wall," Hermione explained, and then said stubbornly to Ron, "I think it's really abnormal, but it's not Its fault!"

"Okay... yeah, he's just a little weird, but it's not his fault." Ron winked at Harry. "Hermione's still like that, isn't she?"

"What's wrong with that?" Hermione said excitedly, "Not just me, didn't Maca want us to treat Kreacher kindly?"

"Makako just said 'don't pay attention to what Kreacher said'..." Ron muttered.

"If you are willing to treat Kreacher with kindness, I think it is also good." Maca walked to the door suddenly and said with a smile, "Okay, let's go downstairs! I think Harry must be hungry..."

"Oh, Maca..." Harry became more honest when he saw him, "Yes, I'm starving to death."

When the four came downstairs together, they saw Lupine, Mrs. Weasley, and Tonks at the front door. After some members of the Order of the Phoenix had left, many large locks and bolts were relocked. up.

"We eat in the kitchen down there," whispered Mrs Weasley when they met them at the bottom of the stairs, "Harry, dear... I think you'll have to tiptoe your toes, after you walk down that corridor, the kitchen is behind the door at the end"

"Tiptoes?" Harry asked suspiciously.

But before he finished speaking, everyone heard a "crash", not loud, but enough to attract everyone's attention.

"Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley shouted angrily, turning her head.

"I'm sorry!" Tonks lay on the ground and said with a hey smile, "It's all that stupid umbrella stand, I've been tripped over by it for the second time"

But what followed her was drowned out by a horrifying, hoarse scream.

"It's a portrait, Sirius' mother." Maca shrugged and said, "She cast a 'Permanent Adhesive Charm' on the back of her portrait, and it's really not easy to take it off."

That’s what I said, but in fact, Maca didn’t want to take down the portrait because it was one of the few remaining thoughts of old Kreacher. Before certain things were done, Maca felt that it would be better to keep it. it is good.

Harry looked up and found that in the life-size portrait, there was an old lady in a black hat screaming loudly, as if she was being tortured.

"That's Sirius' mother?" Harry asked in surprise.

The old lady was drooling, rolling her eyeballs, and the sallow skin on her face stretched out as she screamed, looking really creepy.

Lupine and Mrs. Weasley rushed forward, struggling to drag the curtain to cover the old lady, but the hook that came with the portrait was a little loose, and it was not so easy to hang.

The old lady screamed louder, and she waved her skinny claws as if to tear their faces.

"Fifth time! Damn! This is a nasty and dirty by-product! You demigods, mutants, freaks, get the hell out of here! How dare you slander my father's umbrella stand in this house"

Tonks apologized over and over again, and erected the huge, heavy, giant-legged shelf again.

Mrs. Weasley temporarily gave up hanging the heavy curtain up, and she pulled out her wand as if wanting to fix the malfunctioning hook first.

At the same time, a man with long black hair ran out from behind a door facing Harry.

"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut up!" he yelled, grabbing Mrs. Weasley's abandoned curtain, and the old lady's face turned pale.

"Oh! It's you!" She stared at the man with her eyes wide open and howled loudly, "Pure blood traitor, what a nuisance! I'm ashamed of you!"

"I said it! Shut up," the man growled.

After Mrs. Weasley repaired the hook again, several people worked hard again for a while, and hung up the curtain again, and the portrait of equal height was finally covered up again.

The old lady's screams died away without even an echo, and the hall was silent.

The man gasped slightly, brushed his long black hair away from his eyes, and turned his face towards Maca.

"Hi, Harry!" he said, annoyed, obviously still in a rage, "I think you've seen my mother."

"Uh...oh! Sirius..." Harry wondered, "I think so...but why is your mother's portrait here?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Maca said, "This is the old Black house, left by Sirius' parents.") Download Free Reader!!