Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 261: Disappearance of Kreacher
It had been a while since they arrived at the Black family, and for the first time Harry discovered that the Dursleys were not bad - compared to the Black family.

The Black family's house was large, and during this time, they all lived in several rooms that had been stripped of the Black family's decorations as much as possible.

Sirius was actually helpless about this. He had actually planned to throw away those neurotic old things in the Black family.

This thought even occurred to him when he was just released from prison.

But for some reason, after he officially and legally inherited the Black family, he lost these freedoms.

He couldn't even get rid of any furniture he didn't like, and at most he could decorate it slightly.

In addition, Kreacher had hidden a batch of things he was going to throw away in advance.

However, according to him, there are also benefits.

Harry didn't understand it at first, until one day when he and Ron Draco were playing with indoor bamboo dragonflies, and while flying in the air, Ron accidentally lifted a velvet curtain.

Harry thought it was a door, or maybe a window.

The next second, Harry almost bumped into Draco. He thought there was a living person locked inside.

It was an old lady wearing a black hat who was screaming desperately, one scream after another, as if she was being severely tortured.

The old lady was drooling, her eyes were rolling, and the yellow skin on her face was stretched tight because of screaming.

Then, from the hallway behind them, there were more screams.

It was a life-size portrait, Harry realized then.

Harry and Draco couldn't help but land on the ground and cover their ears with their hands.

Ron flew over and tried to close the curtain to hide the old lady inside, but he couldn't pull it up.

The old woman's screams became more and more shrill, and she waved her claw-like hands as if she wanted to grab their faces.

"You beast! You slut! You filthy and sinful bastard! You bastard, you freak, you ugly bastard, get out of here right now! How dare you defile my ancestral home—"

Then, a voice rang out, "Shut up!"

It's Sirius!
Surprisingly, all the portraits actually had their mouths shut.

Including the old lady, who was staring at Sirius' direction, and if she couldn't speak, it seemed that she wanted to swallow him.

"Harry, this is the best thing about me being the head of the family."

"Mom, I am the head of the family. Close your eyes and go to sleep." Sirius said.

As his last words fell, the two curtains closed again and the other portraits closed their eyes.

"She's your mother?" Harry asked in surprise.

Harry stayed in Hogwarts for almost a year, and the most common things in Hogwarts were various portraits.

They all contain part of the portrait’s own memories and thought patterns, and can even be said to be another self.

The portrait of Sirius' mother is naturally not much different from her own.

This means that Sirius' mother was a mad woman in the true sense, and not just something he said in anger.

"Yes, she is my mother."

"She looks down on everything except pure-blood wizards. She is stubborn, strong-willed, and hates everything that is not as she wishes—including me."

"Harry, look. Draco was right here and my crazy mother didn't recognize him."

"You know, all the Malfoys look pretty much the same, with pale skin and light blond hair."

"She was also involved in the death of my brother Regulus. He was too weak to resist." Sirius said in a low voice.

At this time, Lupin, who came rushing over after hearing the noise, hugged him from behind and said, "This has nothing to do with you, Sirius." "So, that Kreacher is so strange because of this portrait."

"It seems like he hasn't appeared for a long time?" Ron asked suddenly.

This is not because he cares about Kreacher, but because his thinking process is different from that of ordinary people, and the points he remembers are always different from others.

For example, from the crazy behavior of Sirius' mother, when others were worried about Sirius' mood, he remembered a sentence, "He stayed alone for too long and received some crazy orders from my mother's portrait."

"Kreacher? To be honest, I don't expect him to tidy the room or make anything to eat."

"He should be hiding in his room with those old Black antiques."

"But it's really strange. Normally he would hide in the shadows from time to time and mutter weird things - I'm a loser, a bastard, etc." Sirius said in an unconcerned tone.

In his eyes, there was no difference between Kreacher and the things in Black's house that should be thrown away.

The only difference is that he has life and is part of Sirius' childhood memories.

Kreacher even had a good relationship with his brother Regulus.

Therefore, it would be good if Kreacher could just stay alive, and it would be best if he never appeared in front of him again.

The last time I took him to pick up Harry was only because Molly asked me to.

"His room?" Harry asked curiously.

After meeting Dobby, he had a different understanding of house-elves than what he read in books.

As for Kreacher's room, he was curious about what it looked like.

'It's under the boiler in the kitchen boiler room,' said Sirius.

He was encouraging of Harry's curiosity.

By doing this, Harry would be closer in his eyes to Harry's father - his best friend.

"Okay, Remus."

"Just let the kids go on an adventure."

"You're going to Hogwarts in September. Let's talk about what you should do when you get to Hogwarts, especially towards the Snotls." After the last sentence, Sirius' voice gradually lowered. Even Ron, who was closest to Sirius and pricked up his ears to listen to some gossip, heard nothing.

Soon they went upstairs, leaving Harry and the others staring at each other in the portrait-lined corridor.

"Let's go see Kreacher's room," said Harry.

For some reason, there was a voice in his heart that kept reminding him of this.

This thought suddenly popped up in my head when I arrived at Sirius's house.

Soon they arrived at the boiler room, and after their tentative knocks on the door failed, Ron rashly opened the dark door.

Before Harry and Draco could glare at Ron for his recklessness, the scene they saw made them forget everything that had just happened.

It was like a garbage dump. Most of the space was taken up by a large old boiler, but under the pipes, in an area about a foot wide, there were piles of various rags and smelly old blankets, with a small depression in the middle.

"Hey, this can't be where he sleeps." Ron couldn't help but cover his nose.

"I think so."

"Look next to that pile of stuff," Harry and Draco said separately.

They looked around the 'nest', where bread crumbs and moldy cheese were scattered everywhere.

There is no doubt that they have come to the right place.

(End of this chapter)