Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Soul followed Hermione downstairs, while Harry and Ron sat together on the sofa.

"Huh, luckily you didn't touch that curtain." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "When I first came here, I accidentally touched that curtain and was shocked. I didn't even eat dinner that day. Go down."

"What's behind that?" Ron asked curiously, and the Weasley brothers, who were here for the first time, also pricked up their ears.

"Yes..." Before Harry could answer, Sirius said, "It's my mother."

"Although I know it's not a good thing to say." Sirius shook his head, "But she is really a mean person, just like the bad witch in fairy tales..."

"You wouldn't think--"

Before Sirius could finish speaking, a blood-curdling scream sounded in the corridor, accompanied by the sound of plates clattering to the floor.

"Oh, that's bad." Sirius' expression changed, and he immediately turned around and trotted towards the corridor.

"Dirty! Stink! Disgusting! Mudblood! Ugly monster! Bastard! How dare you! Trample on the carpet of the noble Black family house with your disgusting feet! Get out of here!! Get out!! "

In the corridor, Hermione's face was pale, her eyes full of terror, and she stared blankly at a life-size portrait in front of her. In it, a sharp-mouthed old lady wearing a black hat and black wizard robe was yelling at her.

When Hermione and Soul passed by while laughing and chatting just now, the velvet black curtain that had covered the portrait was suddenly lifted, and what followed was an old lady with teeth and claws, and a ferocious expression.

The sound simply didn't sound like a human could make it--sharp and high-pitched.

If I had to find an accurate adjective to describe it, it would be the sound of sharp claws scratching the glass, making goosebumps explode on the bodies of those who heard it.

Seeing that the sharp-mouthed old witch was about to continue screaming, Soul immediately put the plate and fork in his hand on the ground and reached out to cover Hermione's ears.

At this moment, the door on the left at the end of the corridor was opened, and Blake rushed out like a gust of wind. He pulled hard on the opened curtain, trying to cover the portrait again.

"Oh, please, shut up, you old witch..."

Blake helplessly winked at Suer and the others to tell them to leave quickly, and then turned to face the portrait. His face was red from suppressing it, and his knuckles holding on to the curtain turned white from the exertion.

The old witch's scream paused, and a trace of confusion was evident on her face, and then she came to her senses.

"Ha, isn't this my good son?" The old witch emphasized the word "good son" with a gritted teeth, "You don't even want to call me mother!"

"Ah, yes, you are a disgrace to the Black family, and I don't have a son like you!!"

The old witch's expression became angry, with both shame and resentment. Her eyes were bulging, almost popping out of her sockets.

"You are a traitor to the Black family and a disgrace to pure blood. I should have let you shoot me against the wall in the first place!"

"You bastard! A prodigal son! You still have the nerve to come back!"

The old witch's voice was sharper and higher-pitched than before. It felt like the whole house was shaking, and a series of obscene words were unbearable.

Blake's face turned red and blue, and he turned his head to look at Suer and the others with a hint of pleading in their eyes.

Fortunately, everyone in the room heard the noise and rushed over. The three grown men plus Harry worked hard together and finally closed the curtain again.

Blake seemed to be worried that the curtain would be pulled open after a while, and he even used the protruding parts of the curtain to intertwine and tie it into a tight knot.

The screams of the old witch finally stopped, and the lingering sound still echoed in the empty Black family house. Hermione was still stunned, but fortunately, Soul covered her ears in time to prevent the dirty words from being contaminated. The little girl's mind.

However, several other little wizards were not so lucky, including the always cheerful Weasley brothers, who were silent at this moment, with straight eyes and confused faces, and there seemed to be a continuous buzzing in their ears. sound.

Not long after, the broken dishes were restored to their original shape by magic, transported to the restaurant, and placed on the long table again.

The little wizards were all arranged to rest on the sofa, all with blank expressions.

Professor Lupine sighed and said pitifully, "I hope the children are not frightened silly by this."

"Come on, Arthur, I'll go down with you and bring the dishes. I think the children need some food to comfort themselves."

Mr. Weasley and Lupine left the restaurant. In this situation, it was no longer appropriate for Hermione and the others to help.

Sirius remained in the dining room, sitting on an empty sofa, the red still lingering on his face, sighing apologetically.

"I'm so sorry that you got to know my mother in this way."

Among everyone, Harry had obviously experienced such a battle. He helped Sirius comfort everyone, especially Ron, who seemed to have been frightened out of his soul.

After a while, the happy Weasley brothers were the first to wake up and began to ask questions about why the woman in the portrait looked nothing like Black and why she looked so eclectic. ...

Those curse words were nothing the Weasley brothers had ever seen in their lives.

"This is a long story." Blake sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Well, if you want to hear it..."

"This started when I was studying at Hogwarts Castle. It was also from that time that I became what the Black family calls ---"

"shame.."

Black picked up some passages that he could tell the little wizard, including that his entire family was a Slytherin student at the time, but he was a Gryffindor...

"I understand you." Ron finally recovered and said sympathetically, "If I had not been sorted into Gryffindor, but went to Slytherin."

"Then Mom will definitely expel you from the family tree and let you fend for yourself."

"You can only live in the woods with a group of giant spiders," the Weasley brothers said immediately before Ron finished speaking.

"What expulsion from the family tree?" A gentle female voice sounded from the door, and the Weasley brothers immediately covered their mouths.

Mrs. Weasley glared at them, "Even if you went to Slytherin, I wouldn't kick you out of the Burrow. This joke is not funny."

Then, she turned her attention to several other people.

"I heard it from Arthur just now. Are you scared? Are you?"

Soul and Hermione shook their heads, indicating that they were okay.

"Let's eat, Sirius." Professor Lupine spoke, waving his wand and placing the last plate of food on the dining table.

"Stop discussing your 'kind' mother."