Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 352 346. Why does the noble Malfoy hang out with shady people?

"Look at what the prodigal's godson brought back."

Heavy curses were heard along with the creaking of the old-fashioned floorboards.

"Is there anyone else in this house?" Ron asked in surprise.

Could it be Sirius's uncle or something.

Everyone looked at Harry.

"A house elf serving the Black family."

Harry quickly explained: "My name is Kreacher."

As Harry's voice fell, the cursing stopped outside the door. The door to the study was pushed open, and a thin figure about half a person's height walked in.

It was a house elf who looked very old and very old. His pale skin was full of wrinkles, his head was bald without a single hair, and he had a lot of white hair growing out of his two big bat-like ears. His eyes were bloodshot. , gray with no trace of vitality visible. His nose was very big and sharp, almost like an awl, and his voice was as low and hoarse as a bullfrog.

When everyone saw the house elves, the other party also saw them.

"Look! What did the godson of the prodigal son bring back! Why did he appear in the old master's study!"

He emphasized again, his voice full of disgust, but his eyes showed no reaction at all: "A dirty, smelly mudblood, a disgusting little brat of a pure-blood traitor old scum, and the cowardice of a vicious old lady. Grandson, and oh my God, a noble Malfoy."

With this mouth, no one except Draco looked good, and basically scolded everyone present.

"Why would a noble Malfoy hang out with these shabby people? Has Malfoy also fallen?"

Draco: "."

How should I answer him? Tell him I'm not corrupt?

Kreacher walked up to Dudley and looked at him doubtfully, his eyes full of confusion: "What are you? Why can't Kreacher feel it?"

"It doesn't matter what I am. What's important is that Hermione smells good and doesn't smell dirty. Besides,"

Dudley slowly leaned down and stared at Kreacher with his copper-bell-sized eyes. It wasn't until fear showed in the latter's lifeless eyes that he slowly spoke: "I don't want to hear it a second time." If I heard the word 'mudblood' a second time in this house, no matter who said it."

"I would tear the whole house down."

The high-level characteristics of the Magical Animal Taming Technique are gradually manifesting. There will be a natural suppression of magical creatures that are weaker than themselves, making them unconsciously surrender to Dudley. Otherwise, why do you think Aragog listens to him so much? He is stronger. On the one hand, what matters is this temperament.

Maybe one day he'll become an archdruid or a beast tamer.

"no, you can not!"

Kreacher screamed, not doubting what Dudley said.

"So you'd better keep that word out of this house."

Dudley didn't give Kreacher a chance to speak and left with the others.

Not long after they left, Kreacher's curses could be heard in the study, but the word 'Mudblood' never appeared again.

He didn't care what the house elf had been through, but he had to take care of his foul mouth.

"Harry, is he okay?" Ron pointed to Draco's head: "He looks a little mentally disturbed here."

Draco slapped his hand away angrily and glared at him fiercely.

"Yes, Sirius said it was all because of his younger brother. His younger brother joined the Death Eaters when he was very young and was killed by that group of people for unknown reasons. And his mother became mentally ill because of sadness. Extremely unstable, he died not long after.”

"In addition, Sirius himself has been imprisoned for more than ten years, and Kreacher will look like this when he comes back."

"But don't look at Kreacher like this, the food he makes is delicious."

Harry said it was delicious when he was allowed to have it in his mouth. It seemed that his cooking skills were really good.

"Generally speaking, if the owner disappears, the house elves will be silently responsible for cleaning the entire house and waiting for the owner to return. This situation will last until the moment they die."

As a member of the Malfoy family with a long history, Draco taught others common sense about house elves: "It has nothing to do with mental illness. This is something engraved in their bones and part of the contract."

"But the house clearly showed no trace of cleaning unless someone directed him to do so."

Unknowingly, everyone had reached the staircase where Harry said there was something bad, and Draco was still halfway down.

He himself seemed to realize this, so he stopped decisively, took out his wand, and waited quietly for the arrival of the 'bad thing'.

However, it was quiet all around and nothing happened.

"It's just a false alarm." Draco relaxed slightly: "Maybe it's just Sirius' prank."

I have never heard of anyone putting weird things in their home.

However, not long after he finished saying this, he saw the image of a woman suddenly appearing on one of the largest portraits that had turned black due to age on both sides of the stairs.

The moment he saw Draco, he burst into a tooth-piercing scream of horror, accompanied by a vicious curse mixed with an unknown dialect (not a London accent).

This operation woke up other portraits around him and joined the screaming team.

The whole house was engulfed in screams and curses.

They'll now know what a 'nuisance' is.

"Shut up!"

Draco, who was closest, felt like his head was going to explode. He raised his hand and pointed it at the portrait and cast a silencing spell.

It didn't work, the sound just got louder.

"Everyone, please cover your ears, otherwise you may get hurt soon."

The critical moment was still Dudley's speaking, and he waved his wand at everyone.

"Hearing blocked!"

The sharp scream disappeared from my ears in an instant, and the whole world became quiet at that moment.

Everyone felt their bodies light up and did not forget to follow Dudley's instructions and cover their ears.

Dudley took a deep breath, and then shouted to the huge portrait: "Give! Me! An! Quiet! One! Down! Okay!?!"

Word by word was shouted out of the mouth, and the sound formed substantial ripples, spreading in all directions.

Very penetrating.

Penetration here is not an adjective, but a verb.

In an instant, the glass in the entire corridor was shattered, and glass shards were scattered all over the floor.

However, this was far from over. Dudley's last '?' word lasted for a full minute.

His lung capacity has always been good.

Until the portraits hanging in the corridor could no longer bear it. The women in the portraits all rolled their eyes and fell down with a plop.