Harry Potter I Am Death

Chapter 222 The Arrival of the Weasley Family

When Kreacher exited the room, Sirius returned to his amiable expression, and Moody never looked up.

Hermione still looked back, she seemed to be still thinking about that old and weird elf.

Eli also noticed Hermione's strangeness, but he didn't care. He never interfered with Hermione's personal ambitions. Even though it might sound difficult to liberate the house-elves, after the previous conflicts, Eli didn't care anymore. .

It's worth mentioning that Hermione seems to have forgotten about the spew organization, even though she had a fight with Eli because of it before.

She didn't announce the disbandment, and she didn't mention anything about the spew again, as if everything was over.

This is all because, after the two reconciled, Eli gave her a deep and serious education, and she was more or less aware of her childishness.

But the sympathy for the house-elves remained in her heart.

"Don't worry about Kreacher, he has stayed in my house all his life, and he has never corrected this stinking problem." Sirius said to the three little wizards.

"Okay." Hermione nodded.

When eating, Sirius would always look up at the clock from time to time, as if there was something that required him to keep an eye on the time.

Until the meal was almost finished, there was a sudden movement at the door, and everyone looked over. Moody just stared there with his magic eyes, and made no other moves.

With some relief, Sirius got up and walked to the door, and opened it.

Soon there was some movement over there, and it seemed that it was either a big man with very limited mobility, or there were several people.

"You are finally here." Sirius' voice came.

Several people stretched their necks and looked at the door, wondering if a few acquaintances would come out of it.

"Let's see who's here." Sirius appeared from the door again and said something to whom he didn't know.

Then, Eli saw some redheads, needless to say, they were the Weasleys.

It just looked like this, the always kind Mrs. Weasley didn't look very happy, as if something unpleasant had happened, and Mr. Weasley's expression was also uglier than before.

The three of Eli stood up quickly, and the Weasleys were naturally followed by Ron, Ginny, and two identical redheads—George and Fred.

"Oh, children, I didn't even know you would come so early!" Mrs. Weasley saw them first, then swept away the haze on her face, and showed her usual enthusiasm, and the three of them The little wizards each gave a hug.

"When did you come here? Have you had breakfast?" Mrs. Weasley asked warmly, just like an old mother who always misses her children.

"We've all eaten, just now."

"Very good, it's good after eating. I should have come earlier. Look at the mess here. I have to clean up for you as soon as possible. You children should stay together and rest more."

Harry only felt that Mrs. Weasley and the Dursleys were definitely opposites.

"Hey!", Ron yelled, and then jumped over here, and several friends got together again, but it seemed that Draco was missing, but it should be difficult to see here him.

"Ha, are you here to travel with your children?" Moody said in a strange voice.

"Shut up, Mad-Eye, I can't leave the children at home!" Mrs. Weasley turned her head and cursed fiercely. The aggressiveness had nothing to do with the kindness just now.

Moody just pursed his lips, turned his head away from Mrs. Weasley, and pretended not to care.

"Okay, okay, the children will go up first, but remember to be gentle... Forget it, I have to take you." Sirius walked up the stairs first.

A few little wizards looked up, and it was pitch black, with no light at all, like a cave.

They also followed.

Ginny squeezed over to Harry's side, and George and Fred, who were left behind, kept making weird faces.

"How are you, Harry?" Ginny said softly.

Harry turned his head, it was not natural for him to face Ginny, because although she was Ron's younger sister, they didn't have much communication, "Well, it's not bad." Then Harry went to a few friends Go there.

"I think we need to get some light on." Ron pulled out his wand, and it lit up.

It can be seen that this house is definitely lived by the rich and nobles. Even though it has been in disrepair for a long time, the pattern decorations are still showing people the magnificence of the past.

"Oh my God, what a strange thing!" Ron yelled, and then the light flashed fiercely a few times, and almost went out, so he saw a small thing with sagging skin.

"Don't be afraid, that's Kreacher, the elf in the house." Sirius comforted Ron, and then yelled at Kreacher to drive him away.

Kreacher lowered his head, dragged a strange thing, and moved past the crowd, as if he was still thinking about something.

"I think it just scolded me."

"I seem to have heard it too." George and Fred's voices came from behind.

"Never mind, he's crazy," explained Sirius.

Several people came to a room and turned the handle in the shape of a snake head. It was dark again, but a chandelier could still be seen through the light. Of course, it was not powered by electricity. In this kind of magical aristocratic ancestral house, electrical appliances are very Difficult to survive.

Eli waved his wand, and the lamp came on, lighting the room a canary yellow.

"This move is really good!"

"Small idea."

When the light came on, they were horrified to find an old witch in black robes baring her claws at them frantically, "Scum, scum, get out of my house!"

Several people turned pale with fright, because they had never seen such a realistic portrait, almost like a real person, with yellow teeth and spouting saliva, making people afraid to approach.

"Shut up, you old witch!" Sirius rushed up suddenly, grabbed a curtain next to it and was about to cover it.

"You prodigal son of a bitch!"

But even if Sirius covered it, the ugly curse could still be heard.

"Let me do it." Eli stepped forward, pointed his wand at the portrait, and a wave came from the wand. Gradually, the portrait stopped moving, just like an ordinary oil painting.

"A small trick can make the magic portrait quiet for a long time without causing any harm to it."

Sirius scratched his head apologetically, "I'm so sorry, that was my mother just now."

Eli fixed the portraits in the house one by one, and then covered them one by one, otherwise he would be scolded every day, and he would not be in a good mood.

It has to be said that the quality of Sirius's relatives is worse than the last, and it's ugly to swear, and Eli has learned a lot of new words.