Longbottom Madam Against Mrs. Black

Mrs. Black in the portrait screamed. Her gaze swept rapidly over the group before her, her shrieks already turning into curses.

"You again! What are you doing here? Get out of here at once! How dare you defile the home of my ancestors? You filthy..."

Neville's grandmother took a step forward, shielding Neville behind her, and looked straight at Mrs. Black in the portrait. "Walburga, I didn't expect that even after turning into a painting, you'd still have such a fiery temper."

Hearing someone call out her name, Walburga Black raised her eyebrows high, as if she had recognized Neville's grandmother. "Augusta Longbottom?"

Her tone softened for only that brief moment before she began glaring viciously at Augusta Longbottom, shouting in a voice filled with utter disgust, "Filthy mongrel! What are you doing here?"

"You're not allowed to..." Neville reacted at once and was already pulling out his wand.

"Neville, let me handle this..." Augusta Longbottom stopped Neville's movement, then turned to look at Sirius Black. "No problem, is there?"

"Oh..." Sirius Black hesitated, which was rare for him.

Walburga Black looked at Sirius Black and started cursing again. "You filthy, wicked whelp!"

"Be my guest!" Sirius Black no longer hesitated and made an inviting gesture. "Longbottom Madam!"

After he spoke, he gently nudged Fred and the others. "Ahem... we'd better stand farther away... and move that umbrella stand farther off too."

The umbrella stand he mentioned was the thing that had tripped Neville earlier. It looked extremely solid and sturdy, and seemed to have been made from a troll's leg as raw material before being further worked into an umbrella stand.

By the time the group had "left the battlefield," Augusta Longbottom's counterattack had already begun.

"Let me see whether you, an old witch gone mad over blood, have