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As Allen looked at the dilapidated old mansion, a huge burst of sound came, and a sloppy house-elf appeared in front of them.
This is Kleeche, Alan looked at him with interest.
Except for a dirty rag around his waist, like the waist cloth used by men in tropical countries to cover his body, he was almost naked.
His appearance is very old, and his skin seems to be several times more than his body actually needs. Although his head is as bald as all house elves, the big bat-like ears have grown a big Pile of white hair.
His eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was large, like a pig's nose.
"Ah, Master!" Klitsch's light-colored eyes suddenly widened, but his gaze toward Sirius was filled with unforgettable hatred.
Immediately, Kreacher bowed deeply, and his body was so funny that his big nose like a pig's nose squashed to the ground.
Then he said in a light but clear voice, "Young Master is a nasty, ungrateful indecent blank that broke his mother's heart-oh my poor hostess, she vowed not to recognize him Son, now he is back, and he is said to be a murderer— "
Allen grinned and looked at Black, who seemed to be able to see the blue muscles on Black's forehead.
"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius said angrily, "she lives entirely by resentment."
"No matter what the young master said," he murmured angrily, "the young master is not even suitable for polishing the soles of his mother, oh my poor hostess, what would she say if she saw the young master, how much the hostess hated him , How disappointing he is— "
Kreacher bowed again as he spoke.
"Hurry up," Sirius said impatiently, "Okay, what do you want to do?"
"I'm guarding the hostess's house," the elf said again. "Kritch worked for the noble Black family all his life—"
The elf stood up and looked at them with vicious eyes, apparently believing that they could not hear him, because he continued to chatter again.
"The prodigal son also brought back a little boy. Kreacher didn't know his name. What did he do here? Kreacher didn't know ..."
"Okay, now are you at ease? You go, Kreacher." Sirius said coldly.
The elf looked at Blake incredulously, as if not daring to disobey the direct order.
However, when he walked out with two feet, he let out earth-shaking wailing, "Hostess, look at it, young master, the murderer has returned from Azkaban, and he brought back a little boy. "
"Kritch must protect this house, Kritch will never let the young master, and the little boy destroy this house--" Kritch, who has disappeared around the corner, is still wailing.
"Shut up, Kreacher! If you howl again, I really want to kill!" Sirius shouted anxiously.
He picked up an umbrella stand and threw it in the direction of Kleece like a vent.
"Oh, bad, I forgot--"
Before Black finished his words, he was overwhelmed by a terrifying, deafening, and creepy scream.
The two velvet curtains covered with insect eyes suddenly disappeared without the suppression of the umbrella stand.
But there is no door behind.
Allen thought for a moment that it was a window. An old lady in a black hat behind the window was screaming desperately, with a close sound, as if she was being severely beaten—
Then Allen realized that this was just a life-size portrait, but he had never seen such a realistic and unpleasant portrait in his life.
The old lady was drooling, her eyes were spinning, and the yellow skin on her face was tight with screaming.
In the hallway behind them, all the other portraits were awakened and began to scream, the sound almost deafened the ears.
Allen responded quickly, and rushed over in two and three steps, trying to pull the curtain and cover the old lady, but it didn't.
The old lady's cry was getting harsher, and she waved her clawed hands as if to come and scratch his face.
"Shut up, you terrible old witch, shut up!" Black also rushed up and grabbed the curtain.
The old lady suddenly turned pale.
"You-you!" She widened her eyes as soon as she saw Sirius, and yelled sharply, "The prodigal son, the shame of the family, the evil seed I gave birth to!"
"I said-shut-mouth!" Sirius roared, he and Allen spent the power of nine cows and two tigers, and finally pulled the curtain back.
Allen held out his wand and pointed to the umbrella stand in the distance. "The umbrella stand is flying."
The umbrella stand flew straight to him.
Allen caught the umbrella stand, which is really heavy! Suddenly caught off guard, Allen almost let go.
He calmed down and saw that the umbrella stand was unusual, made of giant thigh bones, no wonder it was so heavy.
Pressing the umbrella stand against the curtain, the old lady's screams disappeared.
But the surrounding pictures are still screaming.
Allen used a wand to read a coma spell on all other portraits, and there was a reverberating silence in the room.
"Good job!" Gasping slightly ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Plucking out the long black hair blocking his eyes, Sirius turned to look at Allen.
"Allen," he said flatly, "now you have seen my mother."
Allen didn't know what to do, so he pretended to be silly: "Your?"
"Yeah, my dear good mother." Sirius said, "she drove me out of the Black family."
"Why did she hang the portrait here?" Allen asked.
"Perhaps the same as Kritch, protect the oldest and noble Black family. I always wanted to get her down, but she seemed to read a permanent sticking spell behind the canvas of her portrait, maybe she should go to Knock Lane Find a special effect medicine to lift this spell. "
Allen found that Sirius's tone was very stiff and cold.
However, after taking the attribute potion, Alan, who has improved his insight and perception, realized that this was not the case.
The colder Sirius appears on the surface, the more injured it is actually deep inside.
Like the old woman on this tapestry, Allen turned her head, and her eyes seemed to penetrate the drapery to see the portrait inside.
Obviously I want to see my son in the first time, but I can't help but use cursing to replace my concern.
Sirius walked to the other end of the room, a worn, dirty tapestry covering the entire wall.
Allen followed and looked closely.
The tapestry looks very old and old, the color is already dim, it seems that the fox has bitten several places.
However, the gold thread embroidered on it is still shiny, and Allen clearly sees a family tree with branches and branches, which can be traced back to the Middle Ages.
Several large characters are embroidered on the top of the tapestry:
The oldest and noble Black family
Always pure
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As Allen looked at the dilapidated old mansion, a huge burst of sound came, and a sloppy house-elf appeared in front of them.
This is Kleeche, Alan looked at him with interest.
Except for a dirty rag around his waist, like the waist cloth used by men in tropical countries to cover his body, he was almost naked.
His appearance is very old, and his skin seems to be several times more than his body actually needs. Although his head is as bald as all house elves, the big bat-like ears have grown a big Pile of white hair.
His eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was large, like a pig's nose.
"Ah, Master!" Klitsch's light-colored eyes suddenly widened, but his gaze toward Sirius was filled with unforgettable hatred.
Immediately, Kreacher bowed deeply, and his body was so funny that his big nose like a pig's nose squashed to the ground.
Then he said in a light but clear voice, "Young Master is a nasty, ungrateful indecent blank that broke his mother's heart-oh my poor hostess, she vowed not to recognize him Son, now he is back, and he is said to be a murderer— "
Allen grinned and looked at Black, who seemed to be able to see the blue muscles on Black's forehead.
"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius said angrily, "she lives entirely by resentment."
"No matter what the young master said," he murmured angrily, "the young master is not even suitable for polishing the soles of his mother, oh my poor hostess, what would she say if she saw the young master, how much the hostess hated him , How disappointing he is— "
Kreacher bowed again as he spoke.
"Hurry up," Sirius said impatiently, "Okay, what do you want to do?"
"I'm guarding the hostess's house," the elf said again. "Kritch worked for the noble Black family all his life—"
The elf stood up and looked at them with vicious eyes, apparently believing that they could not hear him, because he continued to chatter again.
"The prodigal son also brought back a little boy. Kreacher didn't know his name. What did he do here? Kreacher didn't know ..."
"Okay, now are you at ease? You go, Kreacher." Sirius said coldly.
The elf looked at Blake incredulously, as if not daring to disobey the direct order.
However, when he walked out with two feet, he let out earth-shaking wailing, "Hostess, look at it, young master, the murderer has returned from Azkaban, and he brought back a little boy. "
"Kritch must protect this house, Kritch will never let the young master, and the little boy destroy this house--" Kritch, who has disappeared around the corner, is still wailing.
"Shut up, Kreacher! If you howl again, I really want to kill!" Sirius shouted anxiously.
He picked up an umbrella stand and threw it in the direction of Kleece like a vent.
"Oh, bad, I forgot--"
Before Black finished his words, he was overwhelmed by a terrifying, deafening, and creepy scream.
The two velvet curtains covered with insect eyes suddenly disappeared without the suppression of the umbrella stand.
But there is no door behind.
Allen thought for a moment that it was a window. An old lady in a black hat behind the window was screaming desperately, with a close sound, as if she was being severely beaten—
Then Allen realized that this was just a life-size portrait, but he had never seen such a realistic and unpleasant portrait in his life.
The old lady was drooling, her eyes were spinning, and the yellow skin on her face was tight with screaming.
In the hallway behind them, all the other portraits were awakened and began to scream, the sound almost deafened the ears.
Allen responded quickly, and rushed over in two and three steps, trying to pull the curtain and cover the old lady, but it didn't.
The old lady's cry was getting harsher, and she waved her clawed hands as if to come and scratch his face.
"Shut up, you terrible old witch, shut up!" Black also rushed up and grabbed the curtain.
The old lady suddenly turned pale.
"You-you!" She widened her eyes as soon as she saw Sirius, and yelled sharply, "The prodigal son, the shame of the family, the evil seed I gave birth to!"
"I said-shut-mouth!" Sirius roared, he and Allen spent the power of nine cows and two tigers, and finally pulled the curtain back.
Allen held out his wand and pointed to the umbrella stand in the distance. "The umbrella stand is flying."
The umbrella stand flew straight to him.
Allen caught the umbrella stand, which is really heavy! Suddenly caught off guard, Allen almost let go.
He calmed down and saw that the umbrella stand was unusual, made of giant thigh bones, no wonder it was so heavy.
Pressing the umbrella stand against the curtain, the old lady's screams disappeared.
But the surrounding pictures are still screaming.
Allen used a wand to read a coma spell on all other portraits, and there was a reverberating silence in the room.
"Good job!" Gasping slightly ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Plucking out the long black hair blocking his eyes, Sirius turned to look at Allen.
"Allen," he said flatly, "now you have seen my mother."
Allen didn't know what to do, so he pretended to be silly: "Your?"
"Yeah, my dear good mother." Sirius said, "she drove me out of the Black family."
"Why did she hang the portrait here?" Allen asked.
"Perhaps the same as Kritch, protect the oldest and noble Black family. I always wanted to get her down, but she seemed to read a permanent sticking spell behind the canvas of her portrait, maybe she should go to Knock Lane Find a special effect medicine to lift this spell. "
Allen found that Sirius's tone was very stiff and cold.
However, after taking the attribute potion, Alan, who has improved his insight and perception, realized that this was not the case.
The colder Sirius appears on the surface, the more injured it is actually deep inside.
Like the old woman on this tapestry, Allen turned her head, and her eyes seemed to penetrate the drapery to see the portrait inside.
Obviously I want to see my son in the first time, but I can't help but use cursing to replace my concern.
Sirius walked to the other end of the room, a worn, dirty tapestry covering the entire wall.
Allen followed and looked closely.
The tapestry looks very old and old, the color is already dim, it seems that the fox has bitten several places.
However, the gold thread embroidered on it is still shiny, and Allen clearly sees a family tree with branches and branches, which can be traced back to the Middle Ages.
Several large characters are embroidered on the top of the tapestry:
The oldest and noble Black family
Always pure
As Allen looked at the dilapidated old mansion, a huge burst of sound came, and a sloppy house-elf appeared in front of them.This is Kleeche, Alan looked at him with interest.Except for a dirty rag around his waist, like the waist cloth used by men in tropical countries to cover his body, he was almost naked.His appearance is very old, and his skin seems to be several times more than his body actually needs. Although his head is as bald as all house elves, the big bat-like ears have grown a big Pile of white hair.His eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was large, like a pig's nose."Ah, Master!" Klitsch's light-colored eyes suddenly widened, but his gaze toward Sirius was filled with unforgettable hatred.Immediately, Kreacher bowed deeply, and his body was so funny that his big nose like a pig's nose squashed to the ground.Then he said in a light but clear voice, "Young Master is a nasty, ungrateful indecent blank that broke his mother's heart-oh my poor hostess, she vowed not to recognize him Son, now he is back, and he is said to be a murderer "Allen grinned and looked at Black, who seemed to be able to see the blue muscles on Black's forehead."My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius said angrily, "she lives entirely by resentment.""No matter what the young master said," he murmured angrily, "the young master is not even suitable for polishing the soles of his mother, oh my poor hostess, what would she say if she saw the young master, how much the hostess hated him , How disappointing he is "Kreacher bowed again as he spoke."Hurry up," Sirius said impatiently, "Okay, what do you want to do?""I'm guarding the hostess's house," the elf said again. "Kritch worked for the noble Black family all his life"The elf stood up and looked at them with vicious eyes, apparently believing that they could not hear him, because he continued to chatter again."The prodigal son also brought back a little boy. Kreacher didn't know his name. What did he do here? Kreacher didn't know ...""Okay, now are you at ease? You go, Kreacher." Sirius said coldly.The elf looked at Blake incredulously, as if not daring to disobey the direct order.However, when he walked out with two feet, he let out earth-shaking wailing, "Hostess, look at it, young master, the murderer has returned from Azkaban, and he brought back a little boy. ""Kritch must protect this house, Kritch will never let the young master, and the little boy destroy this house--" Kritch, who has disappeared around the corner, is still wailing."Shut up, Kreacher! If you howl again, I really want to kill!" Sirius shouted anxiously.He picked up an umbrella stand and threw it in the direction of Kleece like a vent."Oh, bad, I forgot--"Before Black finished his words, he was overwhelmed by a terrifying, deafening, and creepy scream.The two velvet curtains covered with insect eyes suddenly disappeared without the suppression of the umbrella stand.But there is no door behind.Allen thought for a moment that it was a window. An old lady in a black hat behind the window was screaming desperately, with a close sound, as if she was being severely beatenThen Allen realized that this was just a life-size portrait, but he had never seen such a realistic and unpleasant portrait in his life.The old lady was drooling, her eyes were spinning, and the yellow skin on her face was tight with screaming.In the hallway behind them, all the other portraits were awakened and began to scream, the sound almost deafened the ears.Allen responded quickly, and rushed over in two and three steps, trying to pull the curtain and cover the old lady, but it didn't.The old lady's cry was getting harsher, and she waved her clawed hands as if to come and scratch his face."Shut up, you terrible old witch, shut up!" Black also rushed up and grabbed the curtain.The old lady suddenly turned pale."You-you!" She widened her eyes as soon as she saw Sirius, and yelled sharply, "The prodigal son, the shame of the family, the evil seed I gave birth to!""I said-shut-mouth!" Sirius roared, he and Allen spent the power of nine cows and two tigers, and finally pulled the curtain back.Allen held out his wand and pointed to the umbrella stand in the distance. "The umbrella stand is flying."The umbrella stand flew straight to him.Allen caught the umbrella stand, which is really heavy! Suddenly caught off guard, Allen almost let go.He calmed down and saw that the umbrella stand was unusual, made of giant thigh bones, no wonder it was so heavy.Pressing the umbrella stand against the curtain, the old lady's screams disappeared.But the surrounding pictures are still screaming.Allen used a wand to read a coma spell on all other portraits, and there was a reverberating silence in the room."Good job!" Gasping slightly ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Plucking out the long black hair blocking his eyes, Sirius turned to look at Allen."Allen," he said flatly, "now you have seen my mother."Allen didn't know what to do, so he pretended to be silly: "Your?""Yeah, my dear good mother." Sirius said, "she drove me out of the Black family.""Why did she hang the portrait here?" Allen asked."Perhaps the same as Kritch, protect the oldest and noble Black family. I always wanted to get her down, but she seemed to read a permanent sticking spell behind the canvas of her portrait, maybe she should go to Knock Lane Find a special effect medicine to lift this spell. "Allen found that Sirius's tone was very stiff and cold.However, after taking the attribute potion, Alan, who has improved his insight and perception, realized that this was not the case.The colder Sirius appears on the surface, the more injured it is actually deep inside.Like the old woman on this tapestry, Allen turned her head, and her eyes seemed to penetrate the drapery to see the portrait inside.Obviously I want to see my son in the first time, but I can't help but use cursing to replace my concern.Sirius walked to the other end of the room, a worn, dirty tapestry covering the entire wall.Allen followed and looked closely.The tapestry looks very old and old, the color is already dim, it seems that the fox has bitten several places.However, the gold thread embroidered on it is still shiny, and Allen clearly sees a family tree with branches and branches, which can be traced back to the Middle Ages.Several large characters are embroidered on the top of the tapestry:The oldest and noble Black familyAlways pure
