Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

The spider webs and the dust disappeared, and the white cloth covering the furniture was removed one by one.

The crystal chandelier reflects crystal clear light.

The phonograph played classical music.

"That's right!" Lucius nodded.

This is clearly a provocation!

Kreacher naturally didn't want his beloved mistress to be embarrassed in front of the head of the Malfoy family.

When we arrived, Walburga Black had already been awakened.

But she didn't make a fuss like in the original novel.

Perhaps it was because she knew the identity of the visitor.

The Malfoys and their descendants, who were there to see her off to her final resting place, were, in any case, benefactors of the Black family.

Not to mention, rescuing his only surviving son from Azkaban and clearing his name.

In the portrait, she is wearing a black hat with a black veil on top, covering part of her face.

But her high nose bridge and perfect jaw still vaguely reveal her youthful charm.

Sirius's godly beauty, because she had a source.

Walburga raised his head and greeted Lucius politely.

Narcissa's absence stunned her for a moment.

Later, after Lucius said Narcissa was unwell, he expressed his understanding.

"Mom..." Sirius murmured.

Walburga's tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lip and tried hard not to cry out loud: "Rebellious son, why did you come back?"

Every Black is so proud.

Their pride is like a sharp sword, stabbing themselves and their beloved family members.

"You kept me in the dark about many things..."

The deeper the love, the more severe the criticism... Walburga's extreme disappointment in Sirius was entirely due to his excessive expectations of him.

Lucius winked at us and led us out quietly.

This mother and son have many knots waiting to be untied.

The last scene was Sirius kneeling on the ground in agony.

The mother in the portrait can only watch helplessly as her eldest son once ran away from her.

She no longer had a pair of arms to help him up.

She no longer had a warm embrace to welcome him back.

It's too late now...

Kreacher, who was standing by, cried until he almost fainted.

He tried to rush in countless times, but was stopped by Lucius.

"Kreacher, don't destroy the last tenderness..."

"Sirius, my portrait is glued here using a permanent adhesive spell. I... have been waiting for you to come back..."

"Now, its mission has been accomplished..."

As soon as Walburga finished speaking, the portrait fell from the wall.

A corner of the picture frame was smashed to pieces.

"No!"

Sirius held up the portrait, wanting to hang it back.

However, the portrait was so huge that he could not lift it by himself.

"Sirius, don't waste your energy... You can finally get rid of me..."

"Shut up, old...Mom...don't make me hate you! Lucius, come and help!" Sirius shouted.

Blacks, when will you change your habit of saying one thing and thinking another?

We carefully carried the frame while Kreacher carefully did the restoration work.

It keenly discovered that the hostess's attitude towards the "rebellious son" was very different from before.

Therefore, it was much more polite to Sirius in its words.

Harry stood aside, afraid of disturbing Mrs. Black, who advocated pure blood.

"Are you from the Potter family?"