The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 531 The Black Family

The meeting ended quickly, but Loila didn't leave immediately because Dumbledore specifically instructed her, "Miss Hamilton, this will be the main gathering place and base of the Order of the Phoenix from now on—you need to be familiar with this place."

"Of course, the most important thing is to connect the fireplace here to the one you consider the safest."

Watch out, or I might connect the fireplace directly to Nurmengard!

Of course, Loila was just thinking about it. She stood by the fireplace in the living room, looking around the house with great interest.

Unlike the Hamilton family’s estate-like manor, the Black family’s residence looks more business-like, or in other words, a bit cramped.

I'd heard the Black family was a very powerful family—but this house was more like some kind of Muggle apartment building, several stories high but none of them very big.

The living room where Loila is now must be the largest room, right?

"Pat, pat."

Footsteps came from the doorway, immediately making Loila's casual gaze become more serious. She glanced over and saw Sirius Black, who was silent.

As a former fugitive and prisoner of Azkaban, Royla had some goodwill towards him, after all, he was pitiful, wasn't he? And like herself, he had been wronged.

However, Loila was still a little hesitant to talk to him—after all, his somewhat crazy appearance on that wanted poster still frightened her.

Besides, he was a stranger whose level of danger was almost the same as that of a Muggle—Roy thought about it and ultimately chose to lower his head, not daring to look at him.

If it weren't for the fact that he was standing right at the door, Roy would have been ready to run away.

Are there any other members of the Order of the Phoenix? Please help me!

"Miss Hamilton."

"Hmm."

Startled by Sirius's sudden call of her name, Loila nervously pursed her lips and said, "I—I'm here!"

"You—" Sirius scratched his head helplessly as he looked at Loila, who seemed like a frightened bird. "You don't need to be so nervous."

"This is my home—but to be honest, I don't like it here—so I'm quite happy that it's being used as a base for the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius Black fell silent again after saying this.

Roy awkwardly fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "I'm not exactly good at making conversation—I'm really sorry, I'm not very good at chatting—"

"By the way, Harry really enjoys your class." As if remembering something, Sirius coughed and said, "He told me his favorite subject is magic circles."

"Mr. Potter?" Loila pursed her lips and whispered, "Thank you—thank you for your kind words."

Um--

Then silence fell between them again.

"Um—and I'm sorry," Sirius said after coughing a few more times. "I know you might be angry—but I didn't mean to—slander you."

"I just happened to see that scene at the time —"

Hmm—Sirius was probably talking about Karkaroff, right?

Loila blinked and said, "But—but I'm not angry—"

Why should I be angry? Just because he said he killed Karkaroff?

I did actually do that.

"Aren't you angry?" Sirius paused for a moment, then said almost instinctively, "Then why do you look so—"

"depressed?

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Loila pursed her lips awkwardly: "Sorry—I'm just a little—not very good at talking or anything like that—"

"I'm not depressed—"

This is so embarrassing! The only thing more embarrassing than being in a room with a group of people you don't know well is being in a room with a group of people you don't know well.

Loila felt goosebumps rising on her skin; this inexplicable embarrassment made her boots tap the ground repeatedly.

Just then, a soft sound came from the room, and to Loila's surprise, a house-elf appeared in front of the two of them.

"That cursed, heartless young master gave the house to outsiders; it truly saddens old Kreacher!"

The house-elf looked quite old, wearing a worn-out outfit, but what surprised Loila even more was what he said.

Heartless young master?

This was the first time Loila had ever seen a house-elf like this. Most of the house-elves she had met before were very polite—like the Ansbach family's, and Bibi from Hogwarts—

But this was the first time Loila, the house-elf, had ever directly told her owner that he was wrong.

"Kreacher, I'm not dead yet." Sirius frowned upon hearing this: "You think I won't kick you a couple of times?"

"Cough cough cough—" Kreacher coughed a few times after hearing Sirius's words and then continued to mutter, "Heartless young master—heartless."

"That's enough, Kreacher," Sirius said, shaking his head as if he were a little embarrassed. "Pour Miss Hamilton a cup of coffee."

Kreacher looked up at Loy upon hearing this: "And the pointy-eared outsider—if Madam finds out, she definitely won't let you in."

"Kreacher, what nonsense are you spouting?" Sirius couldn't help but rush over, but Loira quickly said, "It's nothing, it's nothing!"

Although this was the first time a house-elf had said this to her, Loila had been told this by many people before, and there were even harsher things said than by Kreacher.

And although Kreacher said that, he still brought Loira a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, Mr. Kreacher." Loila carefully picked up her coffee and nodded. Her words surprised Sirius and Kreacher a little.

"Miss Hamilton, do you call him 'sir'?" Sirius scratched his head and asked, "Is that a rule in your Hamilton family?"

"Ah—no, no," Loila waved her hand and said, "The Hamilton family doesn't keep house-elves—"

"And I just—I just feel used to saying it like that." Loila said, lowering her head a little embarrassed. "Isn't it—isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

Shouldn't we say "madam" instead of "sir"? But Kreacher's voice is clearly male—or is there some special name for house-elves?

Thinking back, I realized that I used to call Muller's house-elf "sir" too—and he seemed to have given me a strange look back then.

Won't I embarrass myself again?

"That's...nothing." Sirius's expression was a little strange. He raised an eyebrow but ultimately chose not to say anything more and changed the subject.

"Miss Hamilton, I heard you didn't grow up in the Hamilton family, is that right?"

"Ah—yes—that's how it is." Loila nodded and continued, "My father didn't—didn't stay in the family, so neither did I—"

"That's a bit like me," Sirius said with a shrug. "I've never liked this family."

"You know, the oppressive feeling of a large family." He said, revealing a look of disgust, which only made Kreacher mutter a few more words about being heartless.

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