Vol 2 Chapter 794: Godfather's mother

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"I didn't ask... I don't want... Voldemort killed my parents!" Harry was already incoherent. "I am famous because he killed my parents but failed to kill me! Who would want to be famous like this? I think I would rather this Everything never happened."
"We all know, Harry," Ginny said sincerely.
"And of course, they didn't report a word about you being attacked by a dementor," Hermione said. "Someone warned them to remain silent. That might be really big news, the dementors are out of control. They even There is no report of your violation of the International Magical Secrecy Regulations. I think this news is really good for turning you into a stupid exhibit if they want. We think they are delaying time until you are expelled, and then They will really fantasize—I mean, if you get fired, obviously..."
Hermione hurriedly said, "You really shouldn't be fired. If they didn't follow the law, there would be no reason to target you."
They returned to the subject of the hearing, and Harry didn't want to think about it. He wanted to turn to another topic, but it was unnecessary because of someone's footsteps upstairs.
"Oh, it." Fred dragged his ears with all his strength, and with another loud noise he and George disappeared. A few seconds later, Mrs. Weasley appeared at the bedroom door. "The meeting is over. Now you can go downstairs for dinner. Everyone wants to see your style, Harry. And who left those bombs outside the kitchen door?"
"Crookshanks, Mom." Ginny said without blushing. "He likes playing with these things."
"Oh," said Mrs. Weasley, "I think it may be Kreacher. He always likes to collect such strange things. Now everyone remembers to keep your voice down in the kitchen. Ginny, your hands are very Dirty, what did you do just now? Remember to wash your hands before eating."
Ginny made a face to the others and followed her mother, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione in the room alone. Both of them looked at Harry worriedly, and now the others were gone. They were afraid that he would yell like just now. Their nervous eyes made Harry feel a little ashamed.
"Look...," he said vaguely, but Ron shook his head and Hermione said calmly, "We know you are angry, Harry, we really don't blame you, but you know, we tried our best Persuade Dumbledore—"
"Yes, I know," Harry said briefly. He changed the subject to avoid involving his principal, because Dumbledore's opinion made Harry angry again.
"Who is Kreacher?" Harry asked.
"The elf that lives in this house," Ron said, "madman, I have never seen an elf like him before."
Hermione frowned at Ron. "He is not a lunatic, Ron."
"His goal in life is to cut off his head and hang it on the wall for decoration like his mother," Ron said anxiously. "Is this normal, Hermione?"
"Ok-ok, if he is just a little weird, but it's not his fault."
Ron blinked at Harry. "Hermione still didn't give up her se."
"That's not a se!" Hermione said excitedly. "That's the Pokemon Welfare Promotion Association. And it's not just me, Dumbledore wants us to treat Kreacher kindly."
"Yes, yes," said Harry, "let's go! I'm starving to death."
Harry took the lead out of the room to the landing, but just as he grabbed the metal railing and went downstairs...
"Grab him," Ron snarled and rushed over, holding Harry with one arm, while Hermione was hiding far away. "They are still in the lobby, we may be able to hear something."
The three people carefully looked over the stair railing. The dark hall below was full of wizards and witches, including all Harry's bodyguards. They all talk together excitedly and quietly. In the middle of the group, Harry saw a guy with shiny black hair and a big eye-catching nose. That was the teacher Harry hated most at Hogwarts, Snape professor.
Harry leaned against the railing. He was very curious about what Snape was doing for the Phoenix Order Organization... a thin, brightly colored rope appeared before Harry.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Brother Fred and George standing on the top of the landing, carefully lowering the wind ear, and facing the crowd below. However, in an instant, they all moved to the gate and out of sight.
"Damn it," Harry heard Fred cursing softly, and at the same time he put downwind ears back. They heard the door open and then closed.
"Snape never eats here," Ron told Harry calmly, "Thank God, come on."
When they passed the row of elf heads on the wall, they saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley and Tonks at the front door. After the wizards left, many big locks and door bolts were magically locked. .
"We are eating in the kitchen below," Mrs. Weasley whispered when she met them at the bottom of the stairs. "Harry! Honey! If you pass this hall on your toes, the kitchen is behind the door over there—"
There was a bang.
"Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley called back angrily.
"I'm sorry!" Tonks lay on the ground, "It's all that stupid umbrella stand. I've been overwhelmed by it for the second time--"
But the words behind her were drowned by a horrible, scream that tore the eardrums.
Harry had passed by the moth-infested curtain earlier, and there was no door behind it. But at this moment, Harry thought he was looking out a window. Behind the window there was an old lady in a black hat screaming loudly, as if she was being tortured-then Harry realized that it was just a real person The size of the portrait, but this one is the most real and the most annoying, he has never seen it before.
The old lady was drooling. She rolled her eyes, the sallow skin on her face stretched out when she screamed, and behind them, the other portraits were also awakened and screamed, so Harry actually He stared at him and covered his ears tightly with his hands.
Lupin and Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and dragged the curtains hard, trying to cover the old lady, but they couldn't close the curtains, and the old lady yelled louder, she waved her paws as if to tear them s face.
"Fifth time! Damn! This is a nasty and dirty by-product! You half monsters, mutants, freaks, get out of here! How dare you slander my father in this house—"
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Mrs. Weasley had given up the act of closing the curtains and hurriedly ran around the hall, tapping every portrait with her magic wand, and there was a man with long black hair facing Harry. Run out from behind a door.
"Shut up, you terrible old witch, shut up!" He grabbed the curtain that Mrs. Weasley gave up and shouted. The old lady's face turned pale.
"Oh! It's you!" She howled loudly, staring at this man with her eyes widened, "Traitor of pure blood, hate, I am ashamed of you!"
"I said—shut up—mouth!" the man roared, and with a great effort, he and Lupin did their best to finally close the curtains again. The old lady's scream disappeared, there was no echo, and the hall was silent.
Gasping slightly, and wiping the long black hair away from the front of his eyes, Harry's godfather Sirius turned his face to him.
"Hello! Harry!" he gritted his teeth, "I think you have seen my mother."