"From today on, you are the new head of the Black family." After saying these words, the look of sanity in the old woman's eyes disappeared, and madness took over her eyes again.
"The prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, the evil offspring I gave birth to!" She widened her eyes and shouted sternly.
At the same time, Sirius felt as if he had a subtle connection with this ancestral home.
"From now on, I am the head of the Black family..." Sirius ignored the roar of his mother's portrait and murmured, "Oh, I don't need your recognition. I am the heir of the Black family..."
"If the young master wants, Kreacher can help you close the curtain so that the old master can enjoy peace." A low and hoarse voice like a bullfrog rang out.
This sound startled Harry. He lowered his head and looked towards the source of the sound. It turned out to be a house elf. This house elf looked very old, and his skin seemed to be several times more than what his body actually needed.
The excess skin fell softly on his sides. He was almost naked, only wearing a dirty rag around his waist. His head was bald like all house elves, but the two bat-like
But a lot of white hair grew out of his big ears.
Harry took a closer look at his face and found that his watery, gray eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, his fleshy nose was as big as a pig's snout, but the expression on his face was not that friendly, and could even be said to be...
Hostile.
"Kreacher? I didn't expect you to be alive." Sirius was a little surprised. Kreacher was very old when he ran away from home, and he was also surprised to see Kreacher alive now.
Kreacher bowed tremblingly to Sirius, his nose almost touching the dirty carpet. When Kreacher bowed, he still muttered something: "Disgusting, ungrateful and filthy man, who has broken his current relationship."
Heart……"
Maybe he thought he was just talking in his mind, but he did say it out loud, and even with the roar of Walburga Black covering it up, Harry and Sirius could still hear it clearly.
Sirius's expression suddenly changed.
"That's enough, close the curtains, now!" he said forcefully.
Kreacher bowed to Sirius again, snapped his fingers, and the curtains in front of the portrait of Walburga Black closed. The old woman's screams disappeared, leaving only an echoing silence.
Sirius took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. At this time, Kreacher no longer knew where he was.
"Follow me." Sirius took Harry around the house and finally chose a bedroom that was not so dirty or dilapidated to sleep in.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I have to let you live in a place like this on Christmas Eve..." Sirius felt a little guilty. He did this carelessly. He really didn't think about the hygiene of his house - he had never thought about it since he was a child.
He doesn't need to worry about any of these things.
When Sirius was a boy, he was a standard wealthy boy, so it was never his turn to clean the house. When he went to school at Hogwarts, there was no such campus activity as general cleaning, because there were hundreds of house elves in Hogwarts.
It is enough to maintain the daily cleanliness of the school. When Sirius is imprisoned in Azkaban as an adult, no one will ask him to clean the room...
So, he really didn't have this awareness. It wasn't until he came home today that he discovered that there was almost no place to stay in the whole old house. His house elf was old and confused and acted crazy, so he couldn't be expected to clean the house.
As for him coming by himself? Forget it, staying in a hotel is quite nice and doesn’t cost much.
"Nothing, much better than the Dursleys." Harry replied with a smile, shaking the quilt on the bed, and then a few mice ran out.
Harry, Sirius:...
"Then the Dursleys are really unhygienic." Sirius said with a complex expression. He really thought that the Dursleys were very unhygienic. If Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia heard this, they would be shocked.
Even if Sirius were a wizard, they would still have a fight with him.
"Forget it. Come with me." After seeing the mouse entrenched in the bed, Sirius completely gave up the idea of spending the night here and took Harry to a hotel in Diagon Alley.
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On Christmas morning, Tom overslept as expected. In the end, it was a pillow thrown by Hermione that woke him up.
"Hermione?" Tom struggled to sit up, his head buzzing. He looked beside him, only to find that Mr. Granger had disappeared. Instead, there was a small pile of packages.
Sure enough, I still drank too much, and Mr. Granger didn't wake me up! Tom muttered in his heart.
Then he suddenly stirred and wrapped his body in a quilt, "Hermione, get out! I haven't dressed yet!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "You really think I'm rare! Here, Christmas presents, here we go!"
She threw something on Tom's bed and left the bedroom.
It's so white. I didn't expect that Tom usually looked so discreet, but... it turned out to be quite strong. Hermione recalled the surprising glimpse, her face flushed, and she left quickly.
Tom quickly got dressed, got rid of the seal of the quilt, and began to open his Christmas gifts one by one.
What he was looking forward to most was the gift Hermione gave him. He unfolded the wrapping paper and a blue woolen scarf appeared in front of him.
Tom took the scarf in his hand and rubbed it with his hand. He thought it should be wool. After confirming the material, he took a closer look at the scarf and found that it looked fine from a distance, but up close, the weaving was a little crooked and the stitching was a bit crooked.
It's not very precise. Judging from the craftsmanship, it must have been knitted by Hermione herself.
There is also a small card tucked into the scarf, which reads in Juanxiu handwriting: [Don't say the knitting is ugly!]
Tom smiled stupidly, then buried his nose in the scarf and inhaled hard. A faint fragrance entered Tom's nasal cavity along with a few small pieces of wool, making his nose and heart feel itchy.
He couldn't wait to put the scarf on and tried it on. He found that although it looked ordinary, it was very warm after being wrapped up.
"Hehehe, it's so comfortable." At this time, he discovered that there was another box in the package sent by Hermione. Tom opened the box and found that there were neatly arranged chocolates inside.
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Today we are going to tell the story of Artemisia Lufkin, the eleventh Minister of Magic.
PS: The replica pool is open, I hope everyone can draw the character you want.
I fished out my heart at 71...
Artemisia Lufkin (1754-1825) was a witch. She studied at Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts. From 1798 to 1811, Lufkin was elected Minister of Magic.
.She is also the first woman in history to serve as a minister.
She established the Department of International Magical Cooperation and lobbied hard, successfully allowing Britain to host a Quidditch World Cup during her tenure.
After Lufkin was appointed Minister, several Wizengamot wizards chose to withdraw in protest. She served as Minister of Magic for a total of 13 years.
Artemisia Lufkin died in 1825 at the age of 71. In the 1990s, she appeared in the Chocolate Frog cartoon.
On September 1, 1991, when Hufflepuff prefect Gabriel Truman welcomed the first-year students in his house, he mentioned that Artemisia Lufkin, the former Minister of Magic, was from Hufflepuff.
One of the celebrities who came out of the college.