HP Magic Biography

The operation to clean the curtain borers took almost a whole morning.

At noon, Mrs. Weasley finally took off her protective scarf, sank into an armchair, and jumped out of it again with a scream of disgust as she happened to Sitting on that big bag full of dead rats.

The curtains no longer hummed, they hung limp and damp from the dense spray.

At their feet unconscious worms lay densely packed in a barrel, and beside the barrel was a large bowl full of worm-black eggs, which Crookshanks was sniffing, and the Weasley brothers were too. Stare greedily at this big bowl.

I think we'll fix it after lunch, said Mrs. Weasley, pointing to the dusty glass cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece.

The cupboard is full of various unpaired things, a carefully selected rusty dagger, several claws, a roll of snake skin, and a large number of silver boxes with ancient English engraved on them. Most of them recognize it, after all, the magic pattern is not learned in vain.

And the most obnoxious of all items was an ornate crystal bottle with a huge opal plugged in it, filled with a liquid that was really blood.

A blood curse that only a vampire can do.

Fan Lin thought helplessly, the old house of the Black family is really surprising, without the help of Kreacher, it would be a very difficult job to find Voldemort's Horcrux among so many dark magic items.

The doorbell jingled again. Everyone looked at Mrs. Weasley.

Stay here.

When Mrs. Black's screams came from below again, Mrs. Weasley grabbed the big bag full of dead mice and said calmly, I'm going to get some sandwiches. She left the room and closed it carefully. door behind him.

Almost immediately, the others rushed to the windows and peered down the steps of the stairs. They could see the top of a head with tousled hair, and a set of cauldrons wobbling for balance.

Mundungus! said Hermione. What was he doing with those cauldrons?

Perhaps looking for a safe place to put them, said Harry. Maybe he was ordered to follow my run that night? Picking out cauldrons?

Yes, you're right! said Fred, as the front door opened and Mundungus, struggling with his cauldron, walked through the front door and disappeared from view, Geez, Mom doesn't like . . . . . . He and George walked across the studio and stood by the door to listen carefully. Mrs. Black's screaming had ceased.

Mundungus is talking to Sisley and Kingsley, Fred whispered, frowning. Impossible to hear... Do you think it's worth the risk for us to use the wind ear?

Maybe it's worth it, said George, I could sneak upstairs and get a pair—

But at this moment, there was a loud noise from downstairs, which made Shunfeng's ears completely useless.

All could clearly hear Mrs Weasley roaring at the top of her voice.

We don't have a place for a stash for stolen things!

Sometimes I like to hear Mum yelling at people, said Fred, with a satisfied smile on his face, and he opened the door an inch or so, so that Mrs. Weasley's voice could be heard more clearly in the room. It's such a beautiful change.

—totally irresponsible, as if without these cauldrons of loot that you drag in we'd be moaning about lack of funds—

These idiots are making her go, George said, shaking his head. You have to stop her as soon as possible, or she will talk like boiling steam for hours. Mum has been looking for a chance to fix Dungus since he went AWOL while he was ordered to stalk you. Harry—now Sirius's mum—has gone berserk again.

Mrs. Weasley's lost its initial sharpness, and screams came from the portrait in the hall.

George tried to shut the door against the noise, but before he could do so, a house elf entered the side of the room. It has nothing but a string of dirty rats tied around its waist in a belt. It looks very old. The skin appeared to be several times larger than its body, and though it was as bald and hairless as other house elves, profuse white brows protruded above its large, bat-like eyes. Its eyes are bloodshot and a moist grayish white, and its flesh-colored nose is also huge, or more properly like a pig's snout.

The elf absolutely paid no attention to Harry and the others. It acted as if it couldn't see them, it hunched over, walked slowly, stubbornly and slowly, and walked towards the innermost part of the room, the murmur it made was hoarse and hoarse in his breathing. Deep, like a bullfrog.

...smells like a gutter or a convict's boots, but she's not much better, a dirty old traitor of blood with her pussy-kids messing up my mistress' house, oh, My poor mistress, what would she say to old Kreacher if she knew what rubbish these fellows bring in, oh, what a disgrace, children, werewolves, traitors, and thieves, poor old Kreacher Cut, what can it do...

Hello, Kreacher, Fan Lin said loudly, stepping forward and closing the door.

Mrs. Black's scream was so explosive it was clearly more than they could handle.

The elf stopped, stopped murmuring, and began to be surprised with a very obvious expression of uncertainty.

Kreacher didn't see the little master, it turned its head and bowed to Fan Lin. Still standing on the edge of the rug, it added in just audible voice, It's a half-breed a dirty brat.

Excuse me? said Hermione, don't add that last point, though.

Kreacher didn't say anything, Kreacher replied quickly, saying it was an explanation, which was more of a...

? ?

This is the half-breed kid's girlfriend, a dirty mudblood, if the old master is around...

I think you should learn how to speak. Fan Lin threatened, Fan Lin was really impatient with Kreacher's behavior.

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. The elf straightened up, glared at them maliciously, and apparently believed they couldn't hear it, so it continued to purr.

...and here are some children, standing here with the audacity, oh, if my mistress knew, oh, how she would scream, and here's a new boy whose name Kreacher doesn't know. He Kreacher doesn't know why you're here...

This is Harry, Kreacher, Hermione said tentatively.

Harry Potter. Kreacher's pale eyes widened, and he purred faster and more angrily than before. The kid was talking to Kreacher like a friend, If Kreacher's mistress saw it like this, oh, she'd say—

Don't call her a brat! Ron and Ginny shouted angrily at the same time.

It's all right, whispered Hermione, it's lost in thought now, it doesn't know what it's talking about—

Don't lie to yourself, Hermione, it knows exactly what it's talking about, Fred said, seeing the disgust on Kreacher's face.

Kreacher was still purring, its eyes on Harry. Is this true? Is this Harry Potter? It must be true that Kreacher could see the scar. It was the little boy who stopped the Dark Lord. Kreacher wondered how he did it—

Leave us alone, Kreacher, Fred said.

What are you doing anyway? George asked. Kreacher turned his large eyes to George.

Kreacher is cleaning, it said evasively.

A suitable excuse, said Harry in a voice behind him.

Sirius was back; he was glaring at the elf at the door. The noise in the living room had died down; perhaps Mrs. Weasley and Mundungus had moved their battles to the kitchen.

Seeing Sirius, Kreacher bowed deeply, his snout almost touching the ground.

Stand up, Sirius called impatiently, now, what are you going to do?

Kreacher is cleaning, the elf repeated.

Kreacher is going to tidy up the noble house of the Black family—

And it's getting darker every day, it's a filthy hell, Sirius said.

Master always liked his little jokes, Kreacher said, bowing again, and continued whispering, Master is a dirty, ungrateful pig who broke his mother's heart—

My mother has no heart, Kreacher, cried Sirius suddenly, she allows herself to live outside of pure things.

It bowed again when Kreacher spoke.

No matter what Master says, it purred angrily, Master is not worthy to polish his mother's boots, oh! My poor Mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving him, she hated it so much Master, what a disappointment he is—

I asked what you were going to do, Sirius said coldly, every time you lie and say that you are going to clean, you hide those garbage secretly in your room, so we can't throw them away.

In the master's room Kreacher never moves anything from its rightful place, the elf replied, and then there was a quick complaint, if that tapestry were thrown away the mistress certainly wouldn't. Forgive Kreacher, it has been in this family for seven hundred years, Kreacher must keep it, Kreacher will not let the master and his cronies, and these brats destroy it—”

I think that's it, Sirius looked contemptuously at the opposite wall, she will cast another possession spell on this wall, I have no doubts, but if I can throw it away I will Did it. Now get out, Kreacher.

It didn't look like Kreacher dared to disobey a direct order; however, it gave Sirius the most disgusted look as it passed, and then grunted all the way out.

—The guy from Azkaban ordered Kreacher everywhere, oh! My poor mistress, what would she say if she saw this house now, a bunch of rubbish lived in it, her treasure was thrown out , she cursed him for not being her son, but he came back, and they all said he was a murderer—

I'll kill you if you keep nagging! Sirius said angrily when he shut the elf out with a thump.

Sirius, he's out of his mind, Hermione tried to defend Kreacher, I don't think he realizes we can hear him.

He's been here by himself for too long, said Sirius, taking crazy orders from my mother's portrait and talking only to himself, but he's always been a wicked little—

If you could set it free, said Hermione hopefully, maybe—

We can't give it freedom, it knows too much about the Phoenix Order, Sirius said simply, and the shock will kill it anyway. You go and advise it to leave the house and see it Will the order be carried out. Sirius walked across the room to the tapestry that Kreacher was trying to protect, which was now hanging on the wall.

All the rest followed behind Sirius.

The tapestry looked very old; it was dirty and torn, and looked to be full of bug bites. But the thin golden threads that border it still glisten, suggesting that they represent a family tree dating back to the Middle Ages.

On the very top of the tapestry it was written in huge letters: The noble and ancient house of the Tangiers P. Black family.

Your name isn't here! Harry cried after reading the last line of the family tree.

My name used to be there, said Sirius, pointing to a small round hole in the tapestry that looked like a cigarette burn, and when I ran away from home my dear mother removed me from— Kreacher was interested in whispering the story.

You ran away from home? Fan Lin asked curiously, You haven't told me yet.

When I was sixteen, said Sirius, I was old enough.

Where have you been? Harry asked, staring at him.

Where is your father, said Sirius, your grandparents were really nice people; they raised me as if they were their youngest son. Yes, your father and I went camping when school was out, and when I got my own house when I was seventeen. My uncle Al Fahad left me some gold - he's been wiped from here too, maybe because - anyway, never I took care of myself after that. And I always welcome the Potters for Sunday lunch.

But...why did you...?

Run away from home? Sirius wryly smirked and smoothed his long, unkempt hair with his fingers, Because I hate everyone here, my parents are pure blood mad, they are sure that being a dark wizard can To make you noble in fact...that stupid brother of mine who would be foolish enough to believe them...that's him.

Sirius put his finger on the very bottom of the family tree, where the name Reculus Attalos Black was written. A date of death follows the date of birth.

He's younger than I am, said Sirius, and a much better son, and I think of him often.

But he's dead, said Harry. Yes, replied Sirius, stupid idiot, he joined the Death Eaters.

You are joking!

Come on, Harry, doesn't this house show you what kind of wizard my family belongs to? Sirius said irritably.

Yes—were your parents Death Eaters too?

No, no, but believe me, they think Voldemort's ideas are correct. They are all in favor of purifying the wizarding blood, eliminating Muggle blood and enabling pure-blood wizards. They are not individual people, and they are not alone. Before True Face, there were a lot of people who thought he was right when they saw Voldemort was about to take power, and they offered him gold. But I bet my parents thought Regulus was one of the first to join the Corpse Eaters A real little hero.

Was he killed by an Auror? Harry asked tentatively.

Oh, no, said Sirius, he was killed by Voldemort. Or more figuratively, on Voldemort's orders; Judging by the fact that it was discovered, he was too involved, and then he refused to carry out the order and asked to quit the Corpse Eaters. Yes, but you don't just hand in a resignation to Voldemort. It is a a lifetime of service, or death.

It's lunch, came Mrs Weasley's voice. She held her wand aloft, a large stack of sandwiches in front of her, with cake on top. She was flushed and looked angry. The others went to Mrs. Weasley for food, but Harry remained beside Sirius, who was bending over the tapestry.