Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Sam Parker suddenly stopped, he saw Harry first.

"Look who we met, isn't this Neville, how are you doing?"

"Neville?" Sirius repeated, strangely, "This is Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter?!" Stan froze for a moment, then became excited and exclaimed happily, "I knew it, I saw his scar."

Stan looked around excitedly, Harry looked embarrassed.

A few months ago, he took the Knight bus from the streets of Muggle streets to Diagon Alley. He inflated his aunt and left the Dursleys alone and helpless. Wen, and saw Sirius for the first time.

"Why didn't you tell us you were Harry Potter, Neville?" Stan said, smiling at Harry, "By the way, where's your weird little black cat?"

This time it was Ivan's turn to be embarrassed. He couldn't imagine what this guy would say if Stan knew that he was the black cat at that time.

"Let's get in the car, it's so cold outside, I'm freezing!"

"Of course, come up." Stan took a step back, and then he looked up to see Sirius, "My God, you are Sirius Black, I just saw your picture in the Daily Prophet."

Stan's gaze then moved to Ivan and Hermione from Sirius, and the expression on his face became more and more excited. He shouted, "You are Ivan Mason, you are Hermione Granger! I am in the newspaper... "

Ai Wen and the four of them boarded the bus. Perhaps because it was Christmas today, there was no one on the bus except the driver.

They sat down on a bed of brass pillars, and Sampak pulled out his latest collection of newspapers, all related to the Sirius Black and Pettigrew events.

Ivan saw photos of himself, Harry, Hermione, and Ron on it. That photo was taken when Fudge presented them with the Special Contribution Award last year. The following is a detailed introduction to the deeds of the four of them.

Sampak kept saying nothing, and asked the four of them to sign him. In this environment, Ivan couldn't ask Sirius where they were going.

After more than an hour, the Knight bus stopped in the middle of a small square with tangled weeds.

Ai Wen got out of the car, and the houses around the square had a dirty look, and they didn't seem to welcome visitors.Some of the houses had broken windows and were lifeless, the paint was peeling from many of the doors, and a great deal of rubbish had piled up on the front steps.

"Where are we?"

"Grimmauld Place!" Sirius' expression became serious, with nostalgia, disgust and other emotions mixed on his face.

Grimmauld Place? !

Ai Wen's heart moved, this could not be the location of the Black family's ancestral home.

Blake led the three of them along the deserted and pungent-smelling street for a while, and stopped in front of a house with a door sign on the outside indicating that this was No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Different from all the ordinary houses in the surrounding area, No. 12 Grimmauld Place is very grand and noble, but it is also dilapidated, like a ghost house.

The black paint on the house was battered and scratched, the silver doorknob was twisted into a snake, and there was no keyhole or letter box on the door.

Sirius took out his wand and knocked on the door, and Ivan heard a loud, metallic click from the door, which sounded like a metal chain.A few seconds later, the door creaked open.

"Okay, get in!" whispered Sirius. "Don't go too far, and remember, don't touch anything."

Ivan, Harry, and Hermione walked into the almost completely dark hall nervously, and the strong smell of dust mixed with corruption hit their faces.

This place feels like an abandoned building, with Harry standing at the front, Ivan and Hermione looking over his shoulder.

In the foyer where the sun can shine, there are gorgeous and expensive aristocratic decorations, but it is covered with dust, and the house gives people a strange feeling, as if they have entered a dying person's room.

"What is this place, Sirius?" Ivan heard Harry talking, he was choked by the thick dust, and coughed violently.

"My parents' house, the mansion of the Black family!" Sirius followed in, with a hint of disdain in his tone, "However, it belongs to me now."

He flicked his wand lightly, and out of nowhere came a soft hiss, and all the old-fashioned gas lamps on the walls came on.

A beam of flickering, very unstable light casts on the mottled wallpaper, and illuminates a long, dark corridor covered with worn carpets, and on the top of the corridor is a tree-shaped decoration covered with spider webs. Lights flickered, and portraits, blackened with age, hung on the crooked walls.

Chapter 190 The Book Collection of the Black Family

Standing in the dim foyer, Ivan looked around curiously.

As the mansion of the Black family, No. 12 Grimmauld Place is a typical pure-blood wizard's house. The decorations that can be seen everywhere have a history of hundreds of years. If they are placed outside, they are definitely priceless antiques.

In front of them was a long and narrow corridor with no end in sight.

Facing the foyer is a tree-shaped decorative lamp, and not far away on a rickety table is a candelabra that looks like a large poisonous snake.

After Voldemort's return, the house was used as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.It should not be used by anyone yet, and naturally it has not been protected by magic. From the thick dust around it, it can be seen that no one has been here for a long time.

Ivan didn't know why Sirius brought them here. It stands to reason that he should be full of disgust for this house.But he just mentioned that he wants to come here to pick up a Christmas present for himself and Hermione, what is it? !

"No one has lived here for more than ten years. We'd better hurry up and leave here after we get our things." Sirius whispered, and he walked into the hall first.

There was a creaking sound from the dilapidated floorboards, which sounded particularly creepy in the old, deserted big house.

Ivan didn't know what they were going to get, but he knew that Slytherin's locket was kept here. If he could find it and destroy it, it would save a lot of trouble.

The locket should be kept in Sirius' younger brother Regulus' room, but Ivan didn't know where it was placed.

If there is an opportunity, he is ready to look for it.

Ivan hurriedly followed Sirius' footsteps, Hermione involuntarily held his arm, and Harry walked in front of the two of them, with inexplicable tension and excitement mixed on his face.

In the dark, narrow corridor, they walked around a large umbrella stand that looked like it was made from a broken leg of a troll.

On the left side of the umbrella stand, there is a dark staircase, and the wall next to it seems to be decorated with something.

Sirius didn't go upstairs, but Ivan, Harry, and Hermione moved over curiously to see the fuzzy decorations hanging on the wall.Then, the three of them took a breath in unison, and they saw a row of crumpled heads gathered on the plaque on the wall.

They were all the heads of house-elfs, and they all had the same big ugly noses.

"I don't understand, this house, it looks like it belongs to the most evil dark wizards," Harry whispered, "Why do Sirius' parents live here?"

"Remember, except for Sirius, all the members of the Black family are from Slytherin College." Ivan also replied in a low voice, "Thinking about their taste, you should be able to understand."

"Why did they hang house-elf heads on the wall?" Hermione's face was full of fear and confusion, with a hint of anger hidden in it.

"That's not what they put it on. It should be the tradition of the house elves. They serve in a certain wizarding family from birth until they are too old to do it. Then they cut off their heads and hang them on Decorate the wall of the master's house. This is probably the most honorable thing for them."

"I don't get it, it's the most ridiculous thing!" said Hermione hesitantly, "It's not like Dobby..."

"He's an oddball, he's different from other house elves." Ivan patted Hermione on the shoulder lightly, "We'd better wait until we get back to school to discuss this matter, it makes me feel bad here .”

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ivan always feels that there is something hiding in the house, watching them secretly in the dark. This feeling is very strong.

But I looked around and saw nothing.

While the three of them were talking, Sirius didn't stop, and his figure had disappeared around the corner of the long and narrow corridor.

They hastened to follow, and then they passed two long, bug-ridden curtains behind which a door appeared to be concealed.

Harry glanced curiously behind the curtain as he passed.

In the next second, he involuntarily took a few steps back, with a panicked expression on his face, as if he saw something extremely terrifying.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"In, inside is a portrait, and on it is..."

Ivan turned his head, and he saw that the curtains on the wall automatically slid to the sides, revealing the hidden things behind, and there was a portrait of a fierce old lady hanging on the wall.

Seeing Ivan, Harry, and Hermione, the old lady screamed like a ghost, and she waved her claw-like hands as if to grab their faces.

"You bastards, bastards! Get out of here, who allowed you to enter my ancestor's house, this is the Black family..."

The expression on the old lady's face was terrifying and ferocious. Just as Ivan and the three of them stood there, not knowing what to do, Sirius Black rushed back.

"Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up!" he yelled, trying to pull the curtain back up.

"You, you!" The old lady's face was pale, her eyes widened, she looked at Sirius in disbelief, and then made a sharper voice, "It's you, the prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, the evil son I gave birth to! How dare you Have the face to come back, you..."

"I told you, shut up!" roared Sirius, pulling the curtain back with all his might.

The screams died down, and then there was an echoing silence.

"Who is this?" Harry whispered, still looking terrified.

"My mother, I think you should be acquainted, she was like this when she was still alive." Sirius said with a straight face.

"She, she is your..."

"Yes, my dear good mother." Sirius said, "Didn't I just say that this is my parents' house, they originally planned to leave him to my brother, but I am the only one left in the Black family I'm dead, so the house is mine now."

"What are we doing here?" Ivan asked.

"Come here to get a Christmas present for you and Hermione." Sirius explained, "I asked Lupine, Hagrid and others about your hobbies. You and Hermione both like to read books. The library of the Black family In this house, there are many out-of-print magic books, many of which have been handed down by the Black family for centuries and cannot be seen outside, I think you will be interested."

"Precious magic books?!" Ivan was taken aback for a moment.

Compared to Harry and Hermione, who were confused, he knew the value of these books.

Because he has been asking Lihen Bookstore to collect magic books in this area, Aiwen knows the actual value of magic books very well.

The value of an out-of-print magic book is incalculable and priceless.

These are the roots of the inheritance of the pure-blood wizard family, and no one will show them unless it is absolutely necessary. If there is no certain opportunity, outsiders will have no chance to check.

The longer the wizard family has been passed down, the more valuable the magic books it collects.

The history of the Black family can be traced back thousands of years. The noblest and oldest Black family can be said to be one of the only remaining pure-blood wizard families in the magic world.Ai Wen became excited just thinking about their family's collection of books.

He can't wait to take a look, but isn't it too expensive to use these magic books as Christmas gifts? !

Seeming to see Aiwen's worry, Sirius explained in a flat tone, "Don't refuse, the help you guys have given me cannot be repaid by a few magic books. Besides, if you don't read, those books are nothing more than Just leave it there to get moldy."

Chapter 191 House Elf Kreacher

Leaving the portrait of Mrs. Black, they go through the door at the end of the corridor and into the basement.

The ground floor appeared to be the kitchen, which was almost as dark as in the hall above, a cavernous room surrounded by rough stone walls.

Most of the light came from a few short candles around the large fireplace at the other end of the room. The walls around the pipes were all blackened by gunpowder smoke, and the heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the equally black ceiling stood in the darkness. It looked hideous and eerie.

Adjoining the kitchen was a small dining room with a sink in the corner and two cobweb-hung wooden cupboards filled with silverware.

Through the moldy carpet, you can see the exquisite patterns carved on the green marble floor below. In the center of the house is a table and many chairs that can accommodate many people. The temperature here is much lower than above, and the air The musty and rotten smell is more serious.

"This way!" Sirius tore off a green tapestry with the Black family crest on the north wall of the dining room, revealing the black brick wall.

He tapped on a wall with his wand, opening a hidden secret door.

Like the wall leading from the Leaky Cauldron to Diagon Alley, the wall swung open to reveal a narrow, steep staircase that continued downward.

Ivan noticed a small silver snake on the brick, but it was very inconspicuous, and it was impossible to notice it if he didn't look for it carefully.

"In the ancient pure-blood wizard families, there are usually such secret rooms, which hide some unknown secrets of the family." Sirius said as he bent down and walked in. "This is the Black family library. At least it was here when I left this home, and it kept..."

Halfway through his speech, he stopped immediately.

Over Sirius' shoulder, Alvin saw a house elf standing in the dark passage.

Not something to hang on the wall, but a living house-elf.

The house-elf looked very old, with wrinkled skin several times more than his body actually needed, and though his head was bald like all house-elves, the two bat-like There are a lot of white hairs growing out of the big ears.

His eyes were bloodshot and watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was as large as a pig's.

Around his waist was a dirty rag, like a loincloth that men in tropical countries wear to cover their bodies, but otherwise he was almost naked.

Aiwen suddenly realized that this guy should be the house elf Kreacher. He was still wondering when he would be able to see him.

Kreacher is like a statue, standing at the corner of the dark staircase, standing still.

Bending over, with his head up, he looked at Sirius Black in amazement, with an indecipherable strange expression on his face, and then he began to murmur incessantly in a husky, low voice like a bullfrog.

"What did the poor old Kreacher see? The prodigal young master who disappeared for more than ten years has returned, leading a group of brats back to ruin my mistress' house." Kreacher's voice was very slow, his eyes were full of disdain, and he Talking, bowing to Sirius as if instinct asked him to do so.

"Long time no see, Kreacher, I didn't expect you to be alive." Sirius said calmly.

Although he met an acquaintance, there was no joy in his voice at all.

"Who is he?" Harry asked quietly.

"Kreacher, a house elf serving the Black family." Sirius paused, and added, "A crazy guy."

"Master always likes to make a little joke. Kreacher is not crazy. Kreacher just didn't see the three young masters just now." The elf bowed to Ivan, Harry, and Hermione again. Bow, and then said in a soft but clear voice, "Kreacher smells of Mudblood, and if the poor mistress knows that the young master has brought such scum into her house, she will be right." What did old Kreacher say, what a shame!"

"Shut up, Kreacher, don't call them Mudbloods in the future." Sirius shouted angrily.

"It's okay! This house-elf doesn't seem to know what he's talking about." Hermione looked at Kreacher in fear, and she took a step forward, trying timidly, "Hello, Kreacher! I'm Hermione Granger , this is Evan Mason, and the one next to him is Harry Potter."

Seeing Hermione talking to him again, Kreacher's light-colored eyes suddenly opened wide, and the words he muttered were even more irritating than before.

"The bitch bastard brought back by the master actually talks to Kreacher again, pretending to be nonchalant, as if she is my friend, if Kreacher's mistress sees him with such a person, oh, she What would you say, think about it..."

"I'll say it again, shut up, Kreacher!" Sirius said through gritted teeth.