Ruthless Sirius

When William stepped out of his room and into the living room, he found that most of the Order of the Phoenix members had already left.

Professor Snape, surprisingly, did not leave, but stood alone in the corner.

He doesn't talk to others or get close to them, as if he inherited Newt's autism.

However, judging from his impatient expression, you can tell that he is not autistic, but rather self-destructive and withdrawn.

Snape was clearly waiting for someone, and the only person he could wait for here was Professor Dumbledore.

Seeing Snape standing there alone, to avoid embarrassment, Mrs. Weasley went over and politely invited him over:

"Have some food before you leave, Professor Snape."

"He won't eat here, Molly."

Sirius, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, said sarcastically, "The food you made doesn't suit his taste... What about bat sashimi? He doesn't like eating his own kind, right?"

"If it's for dog meat, I might consider it," Snape replied coldly.

The two glared at each other again.

Mrs. Weasley was somewhat embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

She had just been planning to talk to Professor Snape about her youngest son Ron's academic performance during dinner.

Ron's final grades have been "P" for several years in a row... After summer vacation comes the OWL year, is there any way to salvage things for him?

Otherwise, how about tutoring them privately?

Fortunately, Sirius interrupted him, otherwise he might have received a hopeless answer from Snape:

It's hopeless, the account is ruined, I should consider starting a new alt.

What? Ron's alt account, while his main account is excellent, almost max level?

That's fine then, let it be useless.

Seeing Sirius and Snape about to start fighting, Mrs. Weasley tried to mediate while wondering to herself.

What kind of grudge or hatred could it be... that their love turned into hate?

Mrs. Weasley, of course, did not understand the feud between the two, otherwise she would not have invited Snape to stay for dinner.

The reason is simple: she hadn't had much contact with these people before.

They're quite different in age.

In terms of kinship, Mrs. Weasley is Sirius's cousin by marriage; Mr. Weasley is Sirius's great-uncle's great-grandson.

These relatives are quite distant; they hardly ever visit each other.

When Snape's generation of wizards entered the school, the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had already graduated, and their eldest son Bill, was already over a year old.

Wizards of roughly the same age as the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley included Bellatrix Black and Rita Skeeter.

Even Lucius is several years younger than Mr. Weasley.

As for Sirius, the Wizarding Wars had already broken out by the time they graduated, making contact even more impossible.

The reason is simpler: the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were busy having children.

Since 1972, a Weasley has been born every two or three years.

With her large pregnant belly, Mrs. Weasley had no way of getting close to these people.

Not to mention knowing about their grudges from their student days.

"Alright? Stop arguing." Lupin rubbed his temples. "Sirius? Just shut up."

At that moment, Dumbledore came out of the room, greeted everyone, and quickly left with Snape.

"Snape definitely didn't finish telling us everything. Hmph, he's keeping something in check," Sirius muttered to himself.

A quick plug for an app: A perfect replica of the old version of the popular book-tracking app with source switching capabilities.

"I wonder what Dumbledore was thinking!"

No one paid him any attention.

"William? Let's eat here?" Mrs. Weasley said expectantly. "You and Hermione saved Ron and Harry again? I have to thank you both properly."

Mrs. Weasley was a little disappointed; she had wanted to invite Professor Dumbledore to stay for dinner, so they could discuss student safety with him.

Why do things always seem to go wrong with my son and Harry?

It's not true, as the Wizarding World widely believes: Hogwarts is the safest place.

Who exactly spread this rumor?

Spreading rumors... isn't that illegal?

William glanced at Mr. Weasley, then nodded.

Percy's question was only mentioned to Hermione and Dumbledore.

William certainly wouldn't discuss this directly with Mr. Weasley? But the headmaster didn't seem to bring it up either.

It seems they want Mr. Weasley to discover it himself.

Otherwise, everyone will feel awkward.

Hearing that dinner was finally ready, Tonks jumped up from his chair excitedly. "I'll help too! I'm starving!"

This was the first time William had ever seen someone describe flat chests in such a refined and elegant way.

However, Tonks really spends money extravagantly. Her own salary isn't even enough to cover the intelligence fees William gives her... Now she's broke? She comes to the Order of the Order of the Phoenix for meals every day.

They really know how to take advantage of people.

Is this the silly badger from Hufflepuff?

I'm in love, I'm in love.

Ouch!

Overly energetic Tonks tripped over the umbrella frame made by the Troll and fell flat on his back.

Immediately following, a terrifying, deafening, and chilling scream rang out.

A velvet curtain riddled with wormholes was suddenly lifted.

On the wall was a portrait of an old woman wearing a black hat, screaming desperately, each scream louder than the last, as if she were being tortured.

The old woman was drooling, her eyes darting around, and her yellow skin was taut from screaming.

"You beast! You slut! Mudblood! You filthy and sinful wretch! Get out of here right now! How dare you defile my ancestral home!"

Tonks was stunned; she had been insulted like that before.

William snapped his fingers, and the portrait fell silent, as if it had been choked.

Mrs. Weasley hurried over and drew the curtains.

Sirius stood up, looking at the woman in the portrait with disgust. "Yes, that's my mother."

"I've been trying to get her off, but she seems to have cast a Permanent Sticking Charm behind the canvas."

William, is there Potions that can render her mute? After all, it's just a painting.

"..."

That would be better than painting a Dahei in her portrait that chases and bites her all day long.

It's truly a heartwarming scene of maternal love and filial piety.

Yes, we can have Anne add something unique to this painting this summer.

For example... nine suns.

"Where are Anne and Hermione? Where did they go?" Sirius asked.

"Let's clean upstairs," William said, looking around the old Black mansion.

"Great! They can do all the work, so I don't have to do these chores." Sirius seemed very happy.

"You have no idea, I've been cleaning here for over half a year."

William said speechlessly, "You've cleaned it like this after half a year?"

"Oh, don't worry about the details, think more about our journey ahead!" Sirius patted William on the shoulder.

Austria is a long way off, and William and Hermione will travel by Durmstrang's large ship from the North Sea into the Rhine, eventually arriving in Austria.

"Where did you moor the ship?" William asked.

"On the North Sea coast of England..." Sirius said casually.

"Aren't you afraid the Death Eaters will find that ship?" William frowned.

"Impossible, Hagrid is waiting for me on the ship, and..." Sirius whispered:

"A super typhoon recently hit that area, a category 16 typhoon... supposedly a once-in-a-century event. No wizard can get close to that ship."

"..."

So Hagrid and those Durmstrang students were just heartlessly abandoned on the ship like that?

You're something else, Sirius!

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