Chapter 805 (1/2)
”Your --”
”My dear mother, yes,” Sirius said, ”we wanted her to be settled a month ago, but now we think she has the right of permanent residence. She used an enchantment spell on the back of the canvas. Let's go downstairs before all those guys wake up
”But what is the portrait of your mother doing there?” Harry asked, puzzled. They now went through the hall door and came down a stone step with others following them.
”Has no one told you? This is my parents' house, ”Sirius said,” but I am their only offspring, so this house is mine now. I'll give it to Dumbledore as the headquarters, but I'm alone, a bunch of bad hanging portraits and a crazy elf
Harry wanted to have a better way to welcome him, but he noticed that Sirius's voice sounded so helpless.
He followed his adoptive father to the bottom of the stairs and through a door entered the kitchen in the basement. The
kitchen looks as like as two peas in the hall above. It's dark and dark. It's surrounded by rough stone walls. Most of the light in a cave like room comes from the most massive flame inside the room. A thick cloud of smoke hung in the air, like the smoke of battle. Look at the ferocious shapes of heavy iron cooking utensils and pans hanging from the dark ceiling.
The room was full of chairs for meetings, and a long wooden table was placed in the middle of the chairs, filled with rolled up parchments, goblets, empty wine bottles, and what looked like rags.
”Harry!” Exclaimed Mr. Weasley, who hastened to greet Harry and shook Harry's hand tirelessly. ”Nice to see you!”
Through his shoulder, Harry saw Bill. Bill still had long hair and a ponytail. He quickly rolled up a long piece of parchment and threw it on the table.
”What happened just now? Did you lift the curtains?” Van Lin came from behind and asked that he had just sent those members of the order of the Phoenix away. In fact, this was supposed to be Sirius' job, but Sirius was going to send Snape?
It's like a joke.
”Oh, it's me.” Tonks said with chagrin, ”that damned umbrella stand. It tripped again.”
”What a pity.” Van Lin shook his head, a very helpless look.
Tonks was always so reckless, and Fanlin doubted that if it had not been for Voldemort's incident, Tonks' small mind
”Harry, how are you, how are you feeling?” Fanlin went over and said, ”Dementors can't beat you.”
”Oh, of course, I would feel better if it hadn't happened.” Harry said in a bad voice, ”who are they just now? I think I saw Professor Dumbledore.”
”Oh, you're wrong.” ”In fact, Dumbledore had already left before he came. We are just in the concrete finalization...”
”Cough, all right, Harry, come here.” Weasley waved. ”We're ready for dinner. Don't let irrelevant things affect your mood.”
Vaseline shook his head, and all forms of disclosure would be stopped, well, at least in front of Mrs. Weasley.
”How about it?” Hermione asked, ”I mean meetings.”
”Not bad.” Vaseline shook his head. ”I think I might have to leave.”
”Leave?” Hermione's eyes widened. ”What about Hagrid?”
”Yes, Hagrid had some trouble in the north, but the people here couldn't get away, so it was me and Sirius.”
”You and Sirius?”