The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

Grimmauld Place, No. 11 is next to No. 13, and the Muggles living here have long been accustomed to this "ridiculous mistake".

It is also the ancestral home of the Black family and is only a 20-minute walk from King's Cross Station.

Aesop threw the pocket watch into the air, and when it landed it had transformed back into Sirius Black.

His face was full of surprise: "The person you want to collect debt from is really the Black family?"

He couldn't help but be surprised, after all, he was already a descendant of Black.

"Okay, even though I don't want to admit it, you did help me a lot, and I will give you a reward." Sirius didn't seem to want to enter his old house.

"Don't be stupid, I didn't know you before, how could I have a debt relationship with you." Aesop's eyes became black and white, but even so, he could not see the hidden "12 Grimmauld Place" ", it seems that the Black family has taken protective measures to the extreme.

"What I'm looking for is another Black." Aesop pushed Sirius to the middle of the two buildings, "Phoenix Black."

"Okay, okay." Sirius muttered, so Buildings 11 and 13 seemed to jump to both sides, and stone steps were laid down from the mottled black door.

There was no keyhole in the door, but when Sirius put his hand on it, the door opened directly.

Fingerprint unlocking, so cool.It seemed that these ancient wizarding families had a lot of background. Aesop suddenly looked forward to the reward he was about to receive. Phineas had promised to open all the magic notes collected by the family to him.

In the foyer, a portrait shows an old woman dozing off, with drool still in her mouth.

Sirius tiptoed to walk over, but when he passed the portrait, Mrs. Black in the portrait opened her eyes with emotion, just in time to see the last member of the Black family in front of her.

Although Sirius' appearance has changed a lot after more than ten years in prison, Mrs. Black still recognized him from the portrait: "Sirius?"

Screams and curses ensued, and the other portraits were awakened, and they began to scream together.

"You still know how to come back, you unfilial son!"

"The Black family has kicked you off, you self-destructive bastard."

Sirius pulled the curtains full of bug eyes to hide the portrait of Mrs. Black: "Thank you so much, Mum, this is the best welcome ceremony I have ever seen."

The two continued forward, where the portrait of Phineas Black was on the third floor.

Aesop suddenly stopped. A row of crumpled house-elf heads hung on the wall of the stairs.

Sirius suddenly said casually: "So you know why I don't want to go home? I have such a family."

Before Aesop could say anything, a very old-looking house elf appeared in front of the two of them.

"Oh, the bastard young master is back, after he committed such a serious crime and tarnished the reputation of the Black family. Oh, and dear Mr. Green, you are the pride of Slytherin." When mentioning Aesop, Kreacher's tone was obviously more respectful.

"You haven't died of old age yet, Kreacher. I thought you couldn't wait to hang your head on this."

Aesop finally knew where Sirius' vicious tongue came from. Maybe he had been in high-intensity confrontation with Kreacher since he was a child.

Kreacher muttered in a low voice: "The prodigal young master is so proud that he still doesn't know what price the old master paid for him not to be killed by the dementors."

"Kreacher, I have no interest in the Black family's wealth. Phineas can give it to anyone he wants." Sirius pushed the house elf aside with his foot.

Finally, they stood in front of the portrait of Phineas Black—Sirius's great-great-grandfather and the only Slytherin headmaster of Hogwarts was already waiting in the painting.

"You fulfilled your promise, and it far exceeded my expectations." Phoenix originally just hoped that Aesop could bring Sirius back to the old house first, hoping to let him leave blood for the Black family before the Ministry of Magic executed Sirius.But now that Peter Pettigrew has been caught, what Sirius will get is no longer a period of living in poverty, but probably innocent freedom.

Phineas was relieved when he saw that Sirius still looked cynical, "I will ask Kreacher to give you the key to the vault. Half of the Black family's gold is there. The magic notes are in the study. You can come here and browse at any time.”

"It's not that I don't plan to give it to you directly. Those magic notes are prohibited and will burn automatically once they leave the range of Black's old house. You can copy them and take them away."

Aesop gave him a slight salute: "Thank you for your generosity, but gold is not needed. I heard that the Black family has a coffee plantation in Africa."

Phineas frowned, seeming to be thinking about something, but Kreacher reminded him: "Dear old master, your son bought that."

No wonder I didn't remember it, but no coffee plantation was worth more than half of the gold accumulated by the Black family.

"You are at a disadvantage."

"I believe in equal exchange, old principal." Aesop said unimpressed, "And I prefer those charming black beans to inedible gold."

"Well, I won't lose anyway." Phineas stared at Sirius, "From today on, until the Ministry of Magic revokes the wanted order against you, you will stay in the house."

Sirius curled his lips. It was obvious that he didn't like this elder. It should be said that he didn't get along well with all the other members of the Black family, otherwise he wouldn't have had to run away from home in the first place.

"I'm serious, otherwise you won't inherit anything." Phineas said angrily. This disobedient great-great-grandson is really not easy to worry about.

"I don't want your stinky gold."

"You'd better agree, Sirius." Aesop said with a smile, "Gold smells like gold. Didn't you promise to buy Harry a Firebolt? If your treasury is frozen, where will you come from? With money, is it possible to use Animagus to make money by being cute in Muggle squares?"

Sirius was so angry that he punched out his fist, but unexpectedly, Aesop grabbed his wrist.

"I'm an Auror. You don't think you're inferior to me in magic, do you?" Aesop said with a smile, "You can't compare to me when it comes to trash talk."

Sirius felt that this guy's hands were like pliers. With Merlin's beard, there was no such thing as a practicing wizard.

Also, is being able to talk trash something to be proud of?