Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"Shut your mouth, Kreacher!" Sirius shouted rudely as he came down from upstairs.

"As you wish, Master." Kreacher bowed comically and tremblingly, turned around, and continued to mutter to himself in a voice that everyone could hear, "This ungrateful, disgusting man

Scumbag, broke his mother’s heart——”

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius rolled his eyes. "She relies entirely on resentment to maintain her life. I don't think she will feel sad because of me. On the contrary, my existence can serve as resentment and hatred."

object."

Kreacher continued to mutter something, and Sirius was too lazy to pay attention anymore, turning his attention to Glenn and the others.

"It's great that you can come. When I mentioned this to Harry, I was worried that you would disagree."

"We have attended Hogwarts Christmas banquets many times. It's good to occasionally go to other places to experience it." Qiu Si looked around and said with a smile.

For Glenn, who has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, although the old Black family home is decorated like a palace, Kreacher's years of careful "care" succeeded in making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Stop squeezing here, let's go upstairs to the living room!" Sirius called everyone to go upstairs.

They walked through the long and dark corridor in the dark. The walls on both sides were tightly drawn with curtains. They were obviously extremely expensive velvet, but they were full of insect holes because they had not been taken care of for a long time.

"Bang!"

"Oops..." Sirius's expression changed and he turned around immediately.

Ron, who was walking at the end, was lying on the ground with his back stretched out, and a thick umbrella stand that looked like it was made of troll legs rolled to the ground.

"This thing tripped me..." he said, struggling to push away the umbrella stand and stand up.

But before he could complete this series of actions, the velvet curtains on the walls on both sides opened with a swipe.

Then Glenn remembered that something big was going to happen...

He quickly reached out his hand and covered her ears tightly under Qiu's blank gaze.

She would soon know why he suddenly made such a move.

Immediately afterwards——

In a huge life-size portrait, a blood-curdling scream erupted from the mouth of the old lady wearing a black hat. The sound was sharp and high-pitched, and it didn't even sound like it could be uttered by a human being.

If I had to find a relatively accurate description, it would probably be like the kind of scream a person makes when a red-hot iron is pressed hard against their skin in the movie.

"Beasts! Bitch! Dirty and sinful scoundrels! Bastards, freaks, ugly monsters, get out of here! How dare you desecrate my ancestral home——"

She shouted with bared teeth and claws, her voice was shrill and her expression was ferocious.

Sirius had already rushed to her portrait and pulled hard on the opened curtain, trying to pull it back up.

"I beg you, old witch, shut up..."

He mumbled helplessly and used all his strength to suck the milk. His face turned red from holding back the milk, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the exertion.

Sirius's mother in the portrait obviously recognized him, and she screamed for a while, then suddenly burst out again.

"Bastard! Prodigal son!" Her eyes widened, and there was a bit more anger and resentment in her voice, "You are the shame of this family, the traitor of your bloodline!"

At this time, Lupine, who heard the noise, also rushed over. Together with Glenn, two grown men and a young boy, they finally pulled the curtain back up.

The old woman's scream finally stopped, and the lingering sound still echoed in the empty old house for a while, and gradually stopped.

Except for Qiu, whose ears were covered by Glenn in advance, several other little wizards, including the always clever Weasley twins, looked confused at this moment, and they seemed to be able to hear a continuous "buzzing" sound in their ears.

"I hope these children's hearing will not be permanently damaged..." Lu Ping sighed and said softly.

At this time, Mrs. Weasley also rushed out of the kitchen. She was wearing an apron and was probably preparing today's dinner.

Sirius, who contributed the most, first adjusted his breathing evenly, and then whispered with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm so sorry for letting you know my mother in this situation."

"Okay, Padfoot," said Lupine, "we'd better go upstairs first so as not to wake up your kind mother again."

Several people climbed the stairs and came to the spacious reception room.

"Thanks to Molly's help, we were able to clean up enough rooms. If you count on me and Kreacher, I'm afraid you will have to sleep in the garbage for a few days."

Harry lived here for a while during the summer vacation, and everyone heard about Kreacher's strange situation from his mouth.

Mrs. Weasley hugged several children one by one and returned to the kitchen in the basement. Lupine followed, ready to beat them.

Sirius continued upstairs with a few people and arranged rooms for them to stay in.

The twins shared a room, Percy and Ron shared a room, and Harry and Glenn shared a room.

Ron seemed to want to express his dissatisfaction, but was restrained by Fred and George and could not express it.

It was well known that out of all the Weasley children, no one wanted to live in the same room as Percy.

The three girls Qiu, Hermione and Ginny refused single rooms and planned to live together.

"Time is a bit rushed, we only have time to clean up a few rooms." Sirius looked at Glenn with a smirk on his face, "Of course, if you and Qiu want to live together, I can help you pack up another room.

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Qiu blushed again, and Glenn rolled his eyes, ignoring the middle-aged man's bad taste.

Harry and Glenn's room was fairly spacious, with high ceilings, but the light was a bit dim, a characteristic of most old houses.

There were two single beds in the room, which were tidied up by Mrs. Weasley.

Everyone laid out the sheets and bedding, put away their changes of clothes, and gathered together in the kitchen downstairs.

Although the kitchen is still dark, compared to other parts of the house, it can be regarded as the brightest place.

According to tradition, the kitchen is where elves work. The wizards of the Black family rarely come here, so there are no exquisite decorations.

It is surrounded by rough stone walls. Rows of heavy iron pots and basins hang from the dark ceiling.

Lupine sat in front of a long solid wood table, supervising a knife to cut cabbage into shreds.

Mrs. Weasley held the wand in her hand and pointed at the two pots on the stove. The spatulas and spoons in the pots worked automatically, flying up and down.

"You guys are down!" She glanced at a few people with a smile, "Don't worry, dinner will be ready soon. You can start eating when Arthur comes over from get off work."