Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Sirius couldn't restrain himself a little, and a dangerous forest green light appeared on the tip of his wand.

Dumbledore walked to his side, patted his shoulder lightly and said, "Blake, don't forget the purpose of our trip, you seem a little too excited."

Sirius' body was still trembling with anger, but under Dumbledore's persuasion, he forced himself to calm down, "Yes! Principal Dumbledore, you are right!"

Dumbledore rolled up his sleeves and took out his wand from his pocket, "Actually, I'm quite good at cleaning. After all, there are so many documents in the principal's office, so I have to sort them out...scourgify!"

A powerful whirlwind suddenly appeared, gathering all the Bandemans in the house together, forming a sticky dark green sphere.

Dumbledore cast the Vanishing Curse, which easily eliminated all the bongos, and the damp and unpleasant smell in the house instantly weakened a lot.

"It's getting dark here, we need some light!" Dumbledore waved his wand again, "Lumos!"

A sphere of light flew from the tip of the wand and rose unsteadily into the air, illuminating the surroundings.

At this moment, an extremely ear-piercing scream suddenly came from a distance, the sound seemed to shake the whole house.

"Bastard! Bitch! Dirty and sinful bastard! Bastard! Freak! Ugly! Get out of here! How dare you defile my ancestor's house!"

At the end of the corridor hung a huge portrait of an old woman in a black wizard's hat.

The old woman had thin lips, narrow eyes, and a sarcastic look, and it was she who screamed.

Sirius had already covered his ears, and there was endless disgust in his eyes.

Kreacher closed his eyes with an expression of enjoyment.

It was as if the ear-piercing screams had been transformed into a symphony.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the screaming continued, even tending to get louder.

He squinted slightly to observe, showed a natural expression, and said softly: "Interesting!"

Immediately afterwards, he pointed his wand at the portrait again, and said a spell: "Whisper (quietus)!"

The ear-piercing voice disappeared in an instant, and the old woman in the portrait was still moving her mouth, and she could tell from the shape of her mouth that she was exhaling fragrance, continuing to swear badly.

"My mother—Walburga Black, that's why I don't want to come back." Sirius sighed. "Equally discriminated against pure-blood traitors, half-bloods, and Muggle-born wizards."

"Because I entered Gryffindor and refuted their pure-blood theory, my mother always felt that I was a pure-blood traitor and would start insulting me whenever they met."

"Then she got worse and got a self-portrait hanging there, and whenever I came home, my mother in the self-portrait would yell at me."

"When I was about 16 years old, I finally couldn't take it anymore. I didn't even bring my things in the house. After the sixth grade homeschool dinner, I lived in James' house."

Kreacher's strange voice sounded, "It's amazing! The despicable and shameless young master actually remembered this incident so clearly, as if he was referring to the most glorious moment in his life!"

"What should poor Kreacher do? Meeting such a cheeky young master, Kreacher will definitely have an extremely miserable life in the future, and I really want to accompany the mistress..."

"I tm..." Sirius really couldn't hold back this time, and even sweared directly, and raised his wand again.

"Blake, calm down!" Dumbledore continued to persuade gently, "Why don't we sit in the living room and ask Kreacher to answer our questions?"

It's a pity that Kreacher didn't seem to appreciate it at all, and continued to mutter: "This pure-blood traitor is actually talking to Kreacher as if he is my friend."

"If the poor mistress saw Kreacher with such a person..." he shuddered, "oh! what would she say?"

Sirius almost gritted his teeth, and shouted in an extremely low voice: "Kreacher! Come with us!"

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to Kreacher's nagging, and kept reassuring Sirius.

Kreacher followed behind the three of them, and walked into the living room rambling.

As a house elf, his skills seem to focus on Yin and Yang.

In the few babbles, except for "mistress, ungrateful young master, pure-blood traitor", there are almost no repeated words.

Thanks to Dumbledore's constant reassurance, Sirius might have been brewing a death curse.

Sirius sat across from Kreacher, and there was a reception table between master and servant, "Listen! Kreacher! I give you my master's order now! You must answer all my next questions!"

Kreacher bowed again, flattening the ground, "Of course! Of course I will answer the questions according to the young master's orders, even though the young master is an annoying, ungrateful bastard..."

"Enough!" Sirius growled, like a vicious dog ready to go, "I'm asking you now! Where did Regulus go! My brother! Regulus! Where did he go!"

The chattering Kreacher suddenly stopped talking, and stared at his big eyes with yellow dirt at the corners. His big cloudy eyes rolled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

The three of Kong Nuo frowned at the same time, knowing that Kreacher was hiding something at this time.

Sirius' current state of mind is actually not suitable for questioning.

Similarly, Kreacher, who is full of eccentricities, is actually not suitable as an interrogation object.

But the Black family has withered, and the paternal members may only be Sirius and Regulus.

Even though Sirius has been expelled from the family, judging by blood, he is one of the few people who can really command Kreacher.

Sirius showed some joy, and asked eagerly: "Kreacher! Did you hide Regulus? Or did Regulus order you not to reveal his whereabouts?"

"I...I don't know...young master..." Kreacher lowered his head and answered very awkwardly.

"Crack..."

The tooth-piercing sound of bone cracking came from Kreacher's body, I saw that he was holding the second finger and began to break it towards the back of the hand.

And his first finger was completely broken with the sound of bone cracking just now, the rough skin stubbornly hung on the broken bone, shaking gently...

"You're punishing yourself!" Sirius stood up, slapped the reception table directly, and shouted condescendingly, "What are you hiding! Answer me! Kreacher!"