Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Miss Tia, if you want to see Professor Snape so much, why didn't you say anything when you met him?"

Snape had already left. If he put it, it would be "I don't have that much time to spend with others when you see me and I see you."X23US.COM update fastest

Maybe it was because of Maca's face, or maybe it was for other reasons, in the end he didn't say that.

"...I, I don't know what to say."

Seeing Maca with a curious look on the wall by the door, Tia replied timidly.

"So...Professor Snape, you've seen it, do you have any plans next?" Maca couldn't help but smile as he looked at Tia, who was shrinking. "Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything to you. "

Tia pursed her thin lips, and constricted the hair that had covered the corner of her eyes behind her ears, her gaze was afraid to look at Maca.

"Do I look terrible?" Maca touched his cheek, strangely.

Finally, after hearing these words, Tia subconsciously glanced at Maca's face.

"No, no..."

Seeing Maca's look at her, she quickly looked away again, but her tone of voice became a little more gentle.

"...Mr. McLean looks very kind, not terrible."

To be honest, this was the first time Maca heard someone use the word "kindness" to describe him. For a while, he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

"Really?" Maca nodded. "By the way, you said you were from the United States before, didn't you? Then why your accent..."

Tia lowered her head and was silent for a while, and she could see that she didn't seem to want to recall the past.

"...I grew up in an orphanage, and the nun who taught us to speak was British."

"Does the church orphanage?" Maca thoughtfully said, "...that's not a good place."

This sounds like nonsense, but in fact, what Maca wants to express is not just as simple as it seems.

Let alone what his childhood was like, at least he used to go to several orphanages to do some trivial "trivial things" in order to get a Muggle nobleman to take out the pound sterling.

In those orphanages, he had personally seen the so-called "orphanage".

Combined with Tia's cowardly expressions, Maca understood a little bit in her heart whether she was from Voldemort or not, at least her weird character really made sense.

"Yeah..." Tia nodded slightly, "That's not a good place."

"You graduated from Ifamoni? How about there? What do you teach?" Maca put aside the previous topic, and then asked.

The topic between the two was always led by Maca, and the conversation was very scattered, and they were talking differently, which made Tia gradually relax.

Not long after, Mrs. Weasley hurried up from downstairs and dinner was ready.

By the way, Maca also vaguely heard two bangs in the bedroom where Harry and the others were staying not far away. It was probably that the two brothers Fred and George had apparated again.

"Do you want to eat together today?" Maca smiled and said, "The other people here are also good people and won't hurt you."

"Yes, sorry..." Tia seemed to be nervous again.

Maca hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's okay, don't force it, then let's talk about it next time! I'll ask Lena to send them up later."

"……Thank you."

After softly thanking her, she retracted into the bedroom and closed the door tightly.

"The meeting is over, now you can go downstairs for dinner..." Mrs. Weasley said, standing at the door of the bedroom not far away. "Everyone wants to see your style, Harry...and, yes Who left those dung bombs outside the kitchen door?"

"Crookshanks." Maca vaguely heard Ginny's voice, "It likes to play with those things."

"Oh," said Mrs. Weasley, "I think it might be Kreacher. He always likes to collect such weird things. Now everyone remembers to keep their voice down in the kitchen."

She paused and said, "Ginny, your hands are dirty, what did you do just now? Remember to wash your hands before eating."

Soon after, Mrs. Weasley turned and went downstairs, and Ginny soon followed.When the mother and daughter were walking up the stairs, they both smiled and waved to Maca, motioning for him to come together.

Maca nodded, and while letting them go down first, he walked to the bedroom where Harry and them were.

"Witness my style...what style?"

"Harry"

Harina's slightly dull voice and Hermione's helpless voice burrowed into Maca's ears almost simultaneously.

"Yes, I know," Harry sighed, "I'm just... angry with myself."

He thought for a while and asked curiously: "Who is Kreacher?"

"The elf who lives in this old house," Ron said, "crazy! 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 a veneer like his mother!" Ron said anxiously, "Is this normal, Hermione?"

"Cut off your head? Hang it on a veneer?" Harry said in astonishment.

"The plaques have been removed by the Maca, otherwise you can still see them on the wall," Hermione explained, and then stubbornly said to Ron, "I think it's not normal, but it's not Its fault!"

"Ok...yes, he's just a little weird, but it's not his fault." Ron blinked at Harry. "Hermione still does this, isn't it?"

"Is there anything wrong with this?" Hermione said excitedly. "It's not just me, but Maca wants us to treat Kreacher kindly?"

"Maca just said'Don't care what Kreacher said'..." Ron mumbled.

"If you are willing to treat Kreacher kindly, I think it's good." Maca suddenly walked to the door and said with a smile, "Well, go downstairs! I think Harry must be hungry..."

"Oh, Maca..." Harry was a lot honest when he saw him, "Yes, I'm starving to death."

When the four came downstairs together, they saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley and Tonks at the front door. After some of the members of the Order of the Phoenix had gone, many large locks and door bolts were locked again. Up.

"We are eating in the kitchen below," Mrs. Weasley whispered when she met them under the stairs. "Harry, dear... I think you have to take your toes and go through that corridor. Behind the door at the end"

"On tiptoe?" Harry asked suspiciously.

But before he finished his words, everyone heard a "crash" sound. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to attract everyone's attention.

"Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley turned her head and exclaimed angrily.

"I'm sorry!" Tonks lay on the ground, smiling, "It's all that stupid umbrella stand. I've been overwhelmed by it for the second time."

However, the words behind her were drowned out by a terrifying, hoarse scream.

"It's a portrait, Sirius's mother." Maca shrugged. "She cast a'permanent paste curse' on the back of her portrait. It's really not easy to take it off."

To say so, but in fact, Maca didn’t want to take down the portrait. That was one of the few thoughts left by Kreacher. Before some things were done, Maca felt that he still kept the comparison. it is good.

Harry looked at it and found that in the full-size portrait, an old lady in a black hat was screaming loudly, as if she was being tortured.

"Is that Sirius' mother?" Harry said in surprise.

The old lady was drooling. She rolled her eyes, and the sallow skin on her face stretched out when she screamed, looking really creepy.

Lupin and Mrs. Weasley rushed forward, dragging the curtains hard to cover the old lady, but the hook that came with the portrait was a bit loose, and it was not so easy to hang.

The old lady screamed louder, and she waved her skinny paws as if to tear their faces.

"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's umbrella stand in this house"

Tonks apologized over and over again, erecting the huge, heavy, giant-legged frame again.

Mrs. Weasley temporarily gave up hanging the heavy curtain and continued to hang it up. She took out her wand and seemed to want to fix the faulty hook first.

At the same time, a man with long black hair ran out from behind a door facing Harry.

"Shut up, you terrible old witch, shut up!" He grabbed the curtain that Mrs. Weasley gave up and shouted, and the old lady's face suddenly turned pale.

"Oh! It's you!" She stared at the man and yelled, her eyes widened, "Pure-blooded traitor, what annoying! I am ashamed of you!"

"I said! Shut up" the man growled.

After Mrs. Weasley repaired the hook again, several people worked hard again for a while and hung up the curtain again, and the portrait of the same height was finally covered up again.

The old lady's scream disappeared, there was no echo, and the hall was silent.

The man panted slightly, he wiped his long black hair away from the front of his eyes, and turned his face to Maca's side.

"Hello, Harry!" his anger was obviously still not gone, angrily, "I think you have seen my mother."

"Uh...oh! Sirius..." Harry wondered, "I think so...but why is your mother's portrait here?"

"Didn't I say it?" Maca said, "This is the old house of the Black family, which was left by Sirius' parents.") Download the free reader!!