Chapter 283 Kreacher

Just as Allen was looking at the dilapidated old house, there was a loud cracking sound, and a scruffy house elf appeared in front of them.

This is Kreacher, Allen looked at him with interest.

He was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist, like a loincloth that men in tropical countries wear to cover their bodies.

He looked very old, there seemed to be many times more skin than his body actually needed, and although his head was bald like all house-elves, a large growth grew out of his large bat-like ears. Pile of white hair.

His eyes were bloodshot and watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was as large as a pig's.

"Ah, it's the young master!" Kreacher's two light-colored eyes suddenly opened wide, but his gaze towards Sirius was filled with unforgettable hatred.

Immediately afterwards, Kreacher immediately bowed deeply, his body was ridiculously low, and his big nose like a pig's nose was crushed to the ground.

Then he said, in a clear, though soft, voice, "The young master is a loathsome, ungrateful bastard who broke his mother's heart--oh, my poor mistress, who swore she would not know him." Son's, and now he's back, and it's said he's a murderer—"

Allen suppressed a smile and looked at Black. He seemed to be able to see the throbbing veins on Black's forehead.

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," said Sirius grimly. "She lives entirely on resentment."

"Whatever the young master says," he murmured indignantly, "the young master is not fit to shine the soles of his mother's shoes, oh, my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw the young master, how the mistress hates him , what a disappointment he—"

Kreacher bowed again as he spoke.

"Get up," said Sirius impatiently. "Now, what do you want?"

"I am guarding the Mistress's house," repeated the elf, "and Kreacher has served the noble House Black all his life—"

The elf straightened up, and looked at them maliciously, evidently believing that they could not hear him, for he resumed his babbling.

"The prodigal son brought back a kid, Kreacher doesn't know his name. What is he doing here? Kreacher doesn't know..."

"Okay, are you relieved now? Let's go, Kreacher." Sirius said coldly.

The elf looked at Black in disbelief, as if afraid to disobey a direct order.

However, when he walked out with two feet shuffling, he let out an earth-shattering wail, "Mistress, look, master, the murderer has returned from Azkaban, and he has brought back a cub. "

"Kreacher must protect this house, Kreacher will never let the young master and that brat destroy this house—" Kreacher, who had disappeared around the corner, was still howling.

"Shut up, Kreacher! If you howl again, I'm really going to kill someone!" Sirius shouted irritably.

He picked up an umbrella stand and threw it in Kreacher's direction as if venting.

"Oh shit, I forgot—"

Before Blake could finish his sentence, he was drowned out by a terrible, deafening, blood-curdling scream.

The two velvet curtains full of insect eyes, without the restraint of the umbrella stand, suddenly fell apart.

But there is no door behind.

For a split second Allen thought it was a window, and behind the window an old lady in a black hat was screaming desperately, one sound at a time, as if she was being severely beaten——

Then Allen realized that it was only a life-size portrait, but he had never seen such a lifelike, such an unpleasant portrait in his life.

The old lady was drooling, her eyes were rolling, and the yellow skin on her face was taut with screaming.

In the foyer behind them, the other portraits were awakened and started screaming too, so loudly that it was deafening.

Allen reacted quickly, and rushed over in two steps in three steps, trying to close the curtain to cover the old lady inside, but he didn't pull it.

The old lady's screams became harsher, and she waved her claw-like hands, as if to grab his face.

"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut up!" Blake also rushed up, grabbing the curtain.

The old lady suddenly turned pale.

"You—you!" She opened her eyes wide at the sight of Sirius, and yelled sharply, "Prodigal son, disgrace to the family, the evil son of my birth!"

"I said-shut-up!" roared Sirius, who, with great effort together with Alan, managed to draw the curtain again.

Allen stretched out his wand and pointed to the umbrella stand in the distance, "The umbrella stand is flying."

The umbrella stand flew straight at him.

Allen caught the umbrella stand, it was so heavy! Caught off guard, Allen almost shot.

He took a closer look, this umbrella stand was unusual, it was made of the leg bones of giant monsters, no wonder it was so heavy.

The umbrella stand was pressed against the valance, and the old lady's scream died away.

But the surrounding portraits still screamed.

Allen cast a stun spell on the other portraits with his wand, and there was a reverberating silence in the room.

"Nice job!" Panting slightly, pushing away the long black hair that blocked his eyes, Sirius turned and looked at Alan.

"Alan," he said sternly, "you've seen my mother now."

Allen didn't know what expression to make, so he had to pretend to be stupid and said, "Your?"

"Yes, my dear good mother," said Sirius, "she kicked me out of the Black family."

"Why did she hang the portrait here?" Allen asked.

"Maybe like Kreacher, guarding the oldest and noble Black family or something. I've been trying to get her down, but she seems to have cast a permanent sticking spell behind the canvas of her portrait, maybe it's time to find it in Knockturn Alley Find a special medicine to break this spell."

Allen found that Sirius' tone was very blunt and cold.

However, after taking the attribute potion, Alan, whose insight and perception had been comprehensively improved, realized that the real situation was not the case.

The colder Sirius is on the outside, the more wounded he is actually on the inside.

Just like the old lady on this tapestry, Allen turned his head, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the curtain and see the portrait inside.

Obviously he wanted to see his son as soon as possible, but he couldn't help but use cursing instead of his concern.

Sirius walked across the room, where a worn, dirty tapestry covered the entire wall.

Allen followed and looked carefully.

The tapestry looked very old and worn, the color was dull, and it seemed that foxes had bitten it in several places.

Still, the gold thread embroidered on it shone brightly, and Alan could clearly see a sprawling family tree stretching all the way back to the Middle Ages.

On the top of the tapestry are embroidered large characters:

the oldest and noblest black family

forever pure