Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

Andy was respectfully invited into the house by Kreacher, and he came to the corridor to prepare for a face-to-face conversation with Walburga Black.

Andy was fully prepared during the 2-minute walk in. After all, this pure-blood preacher old lady would yell at all non-pure-blood wizards who disturbed her. Andy had a famous saying about her. Not a shallow impression:

brute!Bitch!Dirty and sinful bastard!Bastards, freaks, and uglies, get out of here!How dare you desecrate the home of my ancestors——

——Walburga Black

He carefully opened the velvet curtain. The old lady on it had yellow skin and wore a black pointed hat. She was crying with her withered hands covering her face.

"Merlin, I have to ask for help from a bastard. What do Black's ancestors think?" The old lady was still crying sharply, while Andy looked like an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone: "Madam, please do it in front of me." so?"

The old lady squealed a few more times and stopped crying: "Are you the child of the prophecy? I think he will trust you very much..."

"No no no, that's Harry, the child of the prophecy, who trusts him? Dumbledore?"

"It's you! It's you—did you see my son beside him? My poor son?"

Andy thought she was crazy: "No, your poor son is in Azkaban, Sirius."

"Don't mention that traitor - this damned one! The traitor who harmed his brother! The traitor who harmed the entire family!"

"Uh... uh..." Andy quickly turned his brain: "Then... you mean Regulus?"

The portrait was silent for a second, and then suddenly burst out: "Where is he?! Where is he! Let him come back! He should come back - he can't leave his family behind! His mother -" Mrs. Black sobbed again, Andy was afraid that she would lose color from crying.

"Uh... How should I put it... Although you are a portrait, you are calm and collected? Your son——"

"Where is he! You know where he is! Give him back to me - give me back my son!!" The old lady stared at her scary eyes, as if she was about to rush out of the portrait and grab Andy by the collar. , so scared that he took several steps back. "Whatever you want! Give me my son back, give it back to me!"

"Mistress, Mistress!" Kreacher huddled on the ground in pain, kneeling in front of the portrait and muttering, as if he was repenting.

This scene made Andy unable to report his funeral. He could only explain clumsily: "Your son has nothing to do with me. I just happen to know this. You can ask Kreacher to prove this. Anyway, he I dare not lie to you."

"Kreacher can't say it! Kreacher! Can't say it!" The old house elf picked up the lampstand on the sideboard and smashed it on his head: "Kreacher can't save Master Regulus! Mistress! Mistress! Master! Damn Kreacher! Damn it!"

"Uh... Madam, listen to me..." Seeing this, Andy's throat tightened and he squeezed out these words: "Your son passed away many years ago."

The portrait seemed stunned for a moment, and then a deafening scream of pain almost pierced his eardrums, followed by her crazy cry.Andy endured the old lady's emotional outbursts and Kreacher's crazy self-flagellation for a while until they calmed down a little.

"Bring him back, bring him back to the Black family, you know where he is..." Mrs. Black's voice was sad and hoarse: "You can have anything you want, the Black family's wealth, the Black family's ancestral home, Give it all to you, give it all to you, I only want my son..."

That’s outrageous. Am I, Andy, the person who cheated the Godfather?

"But isn't this room Sirius?"

"Don't mention that traitor! He was expelled! He has no inheritance rights! He robbed this! You greedy person——"

"I don't want anything in your vault, I don't need it, I want this house, and Kreacher!"

"Okay! Bring back my son and I'll give it to you!" The old lady's eyes were full of sadness and she started sobbing again.

"Mistress! Mistress! I can't leave the Black house! I can do anything for you! It's all Kreacher's fault! It's all Kreacher's fault!" He hit himself harder with the lampstand.

"Shut up, you stupid Kreacher, did you hear me? I only want this house to prevent you from being so bastard. I want money, don't I want it?"

Kreacher stopped self-torturing, and looked at Andy in surprise with a pair of weird eyes, filled with tears, with a comically swollen green and red bump on his head.

"I'm going to pick up your young master. You also want him to come home, right, Kreacher."

"Kreacher is willing! Kreacher is willing! Kreacher is willing to say whatever the respected Master Potter says!" After hearing what Andy said, Kerry's tears flowed more violently, and even the torn sack on his body became wet. A big piece.

Andy walked out the door and called out to Greg.He wrote a letter of inquiry to the Ministry of Magic, asking whether he could inherit the inheritance through the entrustment of the wizard's portrait, especially since this would cause an inheritance dispute with Sirius, the prisoner of Azkaban.

After he finished writing the letter, he handed it to Greg and said to Kreacher: "Come on, Kreacher, take me to the Cliffs of Moher on the west coast of Ireland, which should be not far from the Wu Orphanage. Ah, yes, you have been to that cave. , I know your house elves’ special magic.”

Kreacher's eyes widened, as if he was surprised that Andy understood so clearly: "Yes, respected Master Potter. Kreacher is willing to take you there, Kreacher thanks you."

Andy nodded goodbye to the crying portrait, and Kreacher respectfully extended his hand to him - Andy squeezed it tightly and left the ground in an instant.

To Andy's surprise, there was an instant bang, and his feet touched the ground again, smoothly, comfortably, and without any squeezing feeling.

"We are here, my dear Master Potter."

Andy found that he was stepping on a flat piece of black marble, as big as a small house, and it was empty.There was only a stone basin with a base similar to the Pensieve in Dumbledore's office, which was filled with a basin of emerald green liquid that emitted a strange phosphorescent light.

"Fluorescence." Andy's fingertips lit up, and the faint light was enough to illuminate the darkness. Andy discovered that above his head was a rough cave that never saw sunlight all year round, and around the stone platform was boundless black. Lake water.

He approached the lake and saw densely packed layers of Inferi. As soon as anyone got close, they would be dragged into the lake by thousands of cold arms and become one of them.

Voldemort is really evil, Andy thought to himself.The hairs on his body stood up. He swallowed and took a few steps back involuntarily.

Only then did he realize how determined the young hero was to come here and bury himself here.