Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

The three of Kong Nuo walked towards the row of houses at the end of the square. Before they got close to the trash can in front of the house, the trash can jumped aside.

A house swells out of nowhere, crowding out houses 11 and 13 on either side, revealing its dirty and gloomy windows.

This house is no different from the houses on both sides. If you must look for advantages, it is probably that the windows of this house are all in good condition.

The gate of this house also has a house number, which says "12 Grimmauld Place".

"This is the result of love for vanity." Sirius smiled slightly mockingly, "Back then, my grandfather squandered the family property, got a first-class medal from the Order of Merlin, and sold many of the family's manors."

"According to my grandfather's memories, Grimmauld Square was still very beautiful at that time, and it hadn't experienced the baptism of war. He fell in love with it at first sight."

Kong Nuo already knew what Sirius was going to say next, "So he activated the white piao skill and used magic to drive away the ordinary people here?"

"Yes!" Sirius covered his face and sniffed, as if he felt that this was a very embarrassing thing, "He took this place as his own and cast countless magic..."

"No. 12 Grimmauld Place has been transformed into the ancestral home of the Black family. A Muggle villa has just become an estate in the wizarding world."

No. 12 Grimmauld Place was originally a Muggle building. Even after undergoing magical transformation, it still couldn't last as long as a real magical building. It had already begun to fall apart in less than a hundred years.

According to the laws of the Ministry of Magic, obtaining No. 12 Grimmauld Place through this method is a violation of the secrecy law, and one needs to stay in Azkaban.

However, since the Black family was a long-standing pure-blood family, and the Wizarding World War was at the time, the Ministry of Magic turned a blind eye and allowed the Black family to settle here.

Then put restrictions on Black, allowing them to apply protective magic to protect 12 Grimmauld Place, but they are not allowed to tear down and rebuild, and truly invade this piece of land that belongs to the Muggle world.

It can only be said that the Witch Party has suffered too much. Anyway, all kinds of bad things that happened in the Wizarding World War at that time can be attributed to the Witch Party led by Grindelwald.

Kong Nuo stepped on the dilapidated stone steps and saw the mottled door with peeling black paint.

Through the exquisite and beautiful snake-shaped door knocker on the gate, one can vaguely understand how magnificent the gate was at the beginning.

You don't need a key to pass through this door, just wave your wand like Sirius and knock on the door...

After a crisp sound of "ding ding dong dong", the door will slowly open in the sound of "squeak".

What greeted them was a cloud of dusty gas, and one breath would make one feel like drowning. The smell of corruption and damp reminded Kong Nuo of his previous life back to the South Heaven.

The environment inside can be said to be a mess. Whether it is the walls or the ground, a kind of gray-green mold full of particles can be seen everywhere-Bendimans.

This is a very disgusting magical animal, which will appear in swarms in dwellings like mold.

They feed on dust and dirt, and the substances they secrete can seep into the ground, corroding the foundation and causing collapse.

Not only are the patchy awns all over the walls, but the room is also gloomy and dark. The windows can only catch faint light, and these lights are difficult to penetrate into the room.

"Merlin's beard! Damn it!" Sirius frowned and cursed, "How did this place become like this? Could it be that Kreacher has..."

"Someone!" Kong Nuo whispered, while already clenched his fists and looked not far away.

"The young master actually knows to come back? This bastard who broke the heart of the hostess, this ungrateful and annoying young master, actually came back here..."

Out of the darkness came an old house-elf with wrinkled skin like an old bullfrog.

His voice is also as deep and old as a bullfrog, and his voice is drawn out, and his words are also yin and yang. Although he speaks one young master, he doesn't have a good word.

After Sirius saw this house-elf, the depression in his heart seemed to be instantly ignited, and he said through gritted teeth: "Kreacher! You really are not dead!"

"Poor Kreacher certainly won't die..." Kreacher walked towards them slowly, his cloudy eyes swept over Connor and Dumbledore.

"It's a strange stranger and another pure-blood traitor... Poor hostess, what would she think if she knew that another pure-blood traitor had entered the ancestral house?"

"The mouth is really poisonous!" Kong Nuo couldn't help complaining, "If this guy can also go to Hogwarts to study, I think he must belong to Slytherin, and Slytherin lacks such talents."

"One thing to say, the level of yin and yang strangeness in the Slytherins in the past few sessions is far inferior to that of Professor Snape. I want Kreacher to help strengthen it."

Dumbledore nodded approvingly and smiled.

Sirius was obviously not as good-hearted as Dumbledore and Connor, and continued to roar a little violently: "I order you! Kreacher!"

"You must use honorifics for Principal Dumbledore and Professor Kong! Use the same honorifics as me!"

"Being away for more than ten years, after the despicable young master came back, he immediately started ordering poor Kreacher... If the poor mistress knew about this, how sad would she be?"

"Shut up! Kreacher!" Blake yelled, "Why is this place like this! I order you! Clean up this place immediately! Immediately!"

"Okay!" Kreacher still bent down, his nose flattened to the ground, and he bowed at a very standard ninety degrees.

However, when he bowed, he still murmured softly, "Poor Kreacher is about to start working, serving two pure-blood traitors."

"If the hostess knows that I'm doing this, she will definitely be mad! It's a pity that Kreacher can't resist, Kreacher is just a dedicated house elf..."

Not only is Kreacher's yin and yang skill point full, but his skill of fishing and playing is also not missing.

He bent down, and slowly clasped Ban Demang up with his fingers like this, and then threw it behind him.

The spotted awn moved slowly, and soon returned to its original position, while Kreacher had already buckled the second piece of spotted awn, and then threw it back...

Sirius narrowed his eyes, he had already pulled out his wand from his pocket, and held it tightly in his hand, "Kreacher! If you continue to work like this, I will kill you!"

Kreacher looked indifferent, and continued to paddle and fish, "Poor Kreacher is not afraid of death, as long as he dies, he can see the mistress again and continue to serve the real Black..."