[HP] Noble

The house that Draco mentioned was of course Black’s old house at 12 Grimmauld Place. Because there was no Christmas habit, Scorpius did not return to China during the short Christmas holiday—in fact , before the official announcement of the Christmas holiday, he had already received a letter from his father, which simply asked, "For Christmas, you can go back to the place where you stayed during the summer vacation."

There's no arguing that, all summer and winter, father and grandfather stayed in England doing some sort of clandestine job - which was amazing, because Scorpius thought his grandfather didn't seem all that into it. The way the feet look.As for this, the old man Wen's answer was quite simple and rude——

"You have been exposed, so we must act and take the initiative."

In a word, he put all the responsibility on his underage and innocent grandson.

Scorpius was the first of all the children to return to Black's old house, which was still the same-although it seemed to have been cleaned hard, the foyer was slightly cleaned, probably because of Christmas, and the hallway hanging There are a few wreaths made of fresh pampas grass, and a few magical golden bells are tied underneath. Whenever someone passes by, they will jingle with a pleasant sound that is neither high nor low.

Harry Potter and Ron also arrived here about ten minutes later.

The Weasley children each gave their mother a hug, and when it came to Ginny, Scorpius noticed Mrs. Weasley's movements were visibly stiff - probably the poor woman's. Never in my life would I have thought that I'd have anything to do with hugging a creature in a Slytherin robe.

"Relax, Mom, it's just a different color." After the mother and daughter embraced, George Weasley said with a smile standing behind them.For the first time, Ron Weasley did not yell, but nodded decisively behind his brother, and Ginny shot her brothers a grateful glance-whether what George said was useful or not, but after that, the atmosphere It finally became a little less embarrassing.

Scorpius was informed that his father and grandfather had gone on errands elsewhere and would probably only be back in the UK on Christmas Eve morning - "But don't worry too much, it's just a very safe job. Stay safe here , child, as if it were my own home." Taking the suitcase in Scorpius' hand, Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, from a certain point of view, this slightly fat woman is indeed a kind and kind witch.

Mrs. Weasley insisted on warming everyone up with a warm hearth, and Scorpius nodded amid a crowd of sweet tooths who were really chilling, and promised to be at the living room table. Obediently wait.

While Mrs. Weasley turned his head and walked into the kitchen humming and tossing, Scorpius looked at this familiar house again - and soon he finally found out what was wrong.

Too quiet.

It was eerily quiet at the end of the corridor.

Scorpius walked all the way down the porch, the light on the wall reflected the yellowed wallpaper that had become mottled due to age and had a little mildew that could not be removed, Slytherin subconsciously stepped lightly, and at the same time, even Breathing became lighter, and finally, he finally reached the end of the corridor, he stopped and stood there quietly.

In front of him was a bare wall.

The walls were dirty and seemed like they hadn't been cleaned in ages.The prints on the wallpaper were of course gone, and the years of dust had spoiled it from its former splendor—yes, it was splendor and splendor, as you can easily guess, for the evidence was left on the walls.

A half-person-sized rectangle suddenly appeared on the bare wall, and the wallpaper in the rectangle was as clean as it was just pasted—as if something had covered it for a long, long time. .

But yes.

Indeed.

Scorpius remembered that there used to be a portrait of the old Blake woman, who was always yelling frantically at anyone she didn't like to set foot in her house, and sometimes beat the picture frame and threw things to make All kinds of noisy voices—she was only a little polite to the pure Slytherins who appeared in this house, of course, in most cases, she seemed so dismissive of everyone, only Draco could follow She said a few words nicely.

Today, the old lady Black is gone, along with her portrait.

Scorpius remembered Mrs. Weasley complaining that the portrait couldn't be removed because of the Permanent Bonding Charm.

"She was put in the storage room by Kreacher."

A weary voice came from the stairs on the second floor.

Scorpius was slightly taken aback, then subconsciously turned around.In the darkness, a pair of dark brown eyes stared at him, just as in Scorpius' impression, there was always a tiredness that seemed to never fade away.

"Professor Lupine!" Slytherin exclaimed with some surprise.

"It's great to see you again, Scorpius. I was invited by Sirius to join you for Christmas, while continuing to work for the Order of the Phoenix." The werewolf walked down the stairs, and Scorpius could see clearly that he was still the same The same old style, wearing an old trench coat and suit shirt, the beard on the chin seems to have not been done for some time, it is a bit messy, which makes the werewolf look bad.

"Yes, I'm glad to see you again too... how are you?"

"Not so good." Lupine grimaced. "Every full moon night is torture. Of course... maybe, we can change the subject and talk about this painting?"

"Tell me about this painting."

"Sirius obviously doesn't want to bring this up again—but you know Harry and the others, especially Ron—of course I'm not saying it's bad, but sometimes, they are too outspoken, in order to avoid embarrassment, maybe You can help me a bit." Lupine said intermittently and vaguely, when Scorpius raised his eyebrows at him for the second time, the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor finally sighed and told the truth, "Aya On the night of Arthur's accident, Sirius was supposed to be on duty, but because he had to go out to find something missing at that time, Arthur replaced Sirius."

"Is he guilty?"

"He felt guilty." Lupine said calmly, "Sirius was very depressed during that time—his identity was exposed too much, and in most cases, he couldn't make much contribution to the society. Nape and Hogwarts... But that night, no one could save him from being in a mess, he drank a lot of wine, and then he was kicked out by Snape and came back here."

Scorpius: "...for the correctness of the topic direction, there can be fewer strange descriptions."

Lupine smiled: "That's right. He came back here, Kreacher opened Mrs. Black's curtain, she started screaming, and Sirius started yelling at her like never before, and no one could hold them back." - Very bad quarrel content, Mrs. Black's new line is 'regret having Sirius, because he killed Regulus'."

Premonitioning that he might hear something bad, Scorpius moved a little uneasily: "And then?"

The werewolf stopped smiling: "None of us expected this - before we could react, Sirius drew his wand, and then he cast a killing curse on the picture frame."

"Used a... what?" Scorpius blinked in surprise.

"The Killing Curse," said Lupine, "and the picture frame fell off. The permanent sticking spell didn't work, and someone set it up like this - when someone puts a Killing Curse on the picture frame, the picture frame falls off ...and I think it happened to be Mrs Black herself who set it up this way - apparently Sirius thought of it too, and the association made him so uncomfortable that no one ever mentioned it after we handed the frame over to Kreacher .”

"Wait, it's not scientific...I mean, it's not logical." Scorpius was dumbfounded by the god's explosion. "Who would be bored enough to use Kedavra on a picture frame?"

"Nobody usually, but Sirius did it." Lupine replied with a sigh, "And when Mrs. Black hung up her own portrait, she guessed that Sirius would be like this someday decades later." Do."

"..."

Scorpius felt himself unable to speak, which was a strange feeling - as if something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

If he had to use an action to express it, would it be the strong desire to beat his Potions assistant?

Patted on the shoulder, Scorpius was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and saw his former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor smiling at him: "Anyway, don't blame Sirius anymore. No matter what you are thinking at the moment, Believe me, Sirius must be thinking the same as you."

"Not necessarily." Scorpius shrugged. "If it was, he would hang the portrait back."

"He wanted to, but there's no need for it anymore." Mrs. Weasley yelled at the twin brothers in the corridor. Lupine paused for a moment, and then lowered his voice and said, "Because After that, Mrs Black was never in that painting again - she disappeared and we couldn't find her."