I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 205 How did the magical world become like this?

"retribution!!!"

Owen spat at him.

Tell me, why are there so many nonsense!

It sticks to other people's bodies like chewing gum. Really, didn't you see that Harry's face turned black?

If Hermione hadn't allowed him to do it, Owen would have cut out that talkative tongue and blocked his throat.

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Seeing Owen's reaction, Hermione rolled her eyes involuntarily following behind.

You have the nerve to call others talkative.

You can't take it after he talks for only ten minutes.

What does it mean that you opened your mouth for hours before?

Just let you feel the pain we have suffered.

Hermione thought viciously.

She just felt that the journey was too short and the conductor didn't say enough.

— Owen jumped out of the car.

In front of you is a small square.

The houses around the square have a dirty look and don't look welcoming to 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.

"Yeah, it's exactly the same place as I imagined, where classic villains in fairy tales such as dark wizards and old witches live!" Owen said sarcastically.

This place—hmph, he doesn't even want it for free.

Renting is not easy.

Look at that wall, how much would it cost him to redecorate the house if it was his?

And this place is not close to the city center. Who would choose to live here?

Except for wizards—but wizards who are willing to spend money to rent a house, they are all notoriously poor.

He has to rent a house, how much more money can you squeeze out of him?

Owen silently commented in his heart.

In an instant, I came to the conclusion that this place is worthless at all.

And as he continued to ponder the Muggle value of the place, there was commotion behind him.

Owen thought it was Sirius who was contradicting him.

But looking back, he saw, on the knight bus, a man with a yellow and thin face, long hair, whose face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of frightened eyes, raised his wand and pointed it at the little man who was about to get off the bus. Sirius.

"He's Black! The Death Eater!" he yelled in horror.

The sound seemed to come from the sky.

Far and near.

His drake-like voice echoed everywhere.

"Wait a minute." Sampac on the side struggled to lift his head from the ground.

The wizard who hit him hit his head on the metal pillar of the car and fainted, and now it was so heavy that it was pressing on him.

"The Death Eater has appeared. He's right in front of me, what should I do? What should I do!" The guy's current mind is not clear, probably because he hasn't recovered from the impact of the car just now.

"He's going to kill someone, he's going to kill me, he's going to kill me."

The man wailed, but he quickly waved the wand in his hand, and the familiar spell came from his mouth, "Ava——"

"Stop, you idiot, he is innocent!" Sampac's eyes widened, looking desperately at the aura of death gradually filling his face.

"Sirius, be careful!" Harry's hair exploded and his eyes widened.

Then he drew out his wand, and frantically rushed towards Sirius who had already got off the car.

"Disarm you~"

Fortunately, Hermione in the car had been paying attention to several passengers.

She was worried that the wizards had smashed their heads.

But when she saw that the unconscious wizard wanted to kill Sirius, she reacted quickly. Before the idiot finished reciting the spell, her disarming spell had already hit him.

With a "bang", the magic wand in the wizard's hand flew to the bottom of the bed like a kite with a broken string.

A powerful spell also acted on him.

He was almost knocked out directly.

On the other side, Ron rushed up quickly, stood up and kicked the man in the head with his big foot, kicking him into the bottom of the bed.

"Oh! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Sampac looked at everyone in shock.

He was amazed at the powerful dueling level of the little wizards.

I was even more surprised that that old guy Raymond would use the Killing Curse on an innocent person in the street.

"do not--"

I saw several young wizards still holding their wands and looking at the wizard under the bed with unkind eyes.

Sampak shouted hastily.

Then he finally climbed out from under that mountain.

He stood up unsteadily and said to everyone, "He is old Raymond. He is an employee of the Department for the Protection of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic. Their office was asked by the Minister of Magic to assist the Aurors in hunting down Death Eaters."

He stepped forward and stopped Ron who wanted to find out the old guy and continue beating him violently.

"Red hair, you are from the Weasley family!"

He recognized Ron.

"Arthur Weasley's department has also been called in."

"This guy has never had Auror training, he hasn't slept in days, he's on edge."

"So? He just wanted to kill Sirius." Ron roared.

"He doesn't know!" Sam Parker took out the newspaper in his arms, "Look, that's all about Blake's report, he was promoted as Death Eater for half a year, now the newspaper is full of Harry Potter, Blake is only that big place, and old Raymond doesn't have time to read newspapers."

Sampak anxiously explained: "The magic world is like this now, and everyone is terrified."

"For Arthur's sake, treat the child, he is your relative!"

"That's my dad!"

"Yes!" Sampac pulled Ron away, "Then you should be able to understand. I heard that Mr. Arthur fainted from exhaustion while chasing the Death Eaters."

"What?" Ron was stunned.His mother never told him about it.

"Don't worry, I just leaned against the corner and fell asleep tiredly."

"As a conductor for the Cavalry Car, I've heard a lot." Sampac turned his head and looked at the regular customers on the ground.

Not every home is connected to Floo.

Somewhat due to the architecture of the houses - most of them were Muggle-born or lived in Muggle-built houses - those wizards commuted to and from get off work on the Knight Bus every day.

Sampak knows his passengers.

Old Raymond was a good man, but he was at least a little confused.

——At this time, Sirius had re-boarded the car.

He reassured Harry.

Everything happened so suddenly. If it was a normal battle, he would have reacted, but he couldn't just now.

He didn't speak, and stared coldly at the man who crawled out from under the bed, curled up, holding the wand he just picked up from the ground with both hands, pressing it against his chest, looking at him with eyes full of horror.

Only then did he see the man's face clearly.

A face full of fear and exhaustion, greasy and lonely.

"Let's go~" He put away his wand and drove Hermione and Ron out of the car.

Finally, under a deep gaze, he got out of the car again.

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.

He was silent.

But the little wizards behind him became active.

"I should have given that guy a good beating just now to improve his memory!" Ron said sullenly, his eyes resting on Owen vaguely.

The expression is quite strange.

He looked very angry, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes, instead they were all worried.

"Forget it!" said Sirius. "At least he gave me some inspiration."

He said disappointedly.

Everything that just happened was the inevitable result of Barty Crouch's exposure to the Unforgivable Restraint Act.

In fact, he agrees with Crouch's point of view.

He knows better than anyone how much difficulty Britain is currently facing.

Aurors simply do not have the ability to ensure the safety of everyone.

British wizards must fight for themselves voluntarily.

Obviously-Dumbledore does not agree with this point of view, but in Sirius' view, lifting the "Unforgivable Curses Restriction Act" can give dark wizards a strong deterrent.

Even if ordinary wizards can't beat dark wizards, they can still deter them and make them feel apprehensive.

but now

Everything that just happened proved Dumbledore right.

Lifting the law did not bring stability to this society, but increased her chaos.

"How can we forget it? At least we have to write a complaint letter to the Ministry of Magic, complaining that their employees killed innocent people indiscriminately. My father——"

Ron was a little speechless.After a short pause, he continued: "He will never make a mistake."

He should write a letter to his mother.

Or go home and see dad.

Maybe you can get some potions or something from Owen, doesn't he make a lot of refreshing potions?

Thinking to himself, Ron admitted that the act of revenge just now was actually saving that guy.

Because he was really afraid that Owen would rush up and kill that guy with a death curse.

He knew that old Raymond, Bernard Raymond.

One of his father's few friends at the Ministry of Magic.

I've been to their house before.

He has changed so much. I remember that he had short hair before, but now he has long hair, and it is also dirty. It completely covers his face, so I didn't recognize him at the first time.

Ron, who was frightened for a while, glanced at Owen involuntarily again.

"What are you looking at!" Owen replied a little funny, "Do you think anyone can use the Killing Curse?"

"Come on, with him like that, being able to pop out a little bit of Sirius' nosebleed is considered an extraordinary performance."

"However"

"You really know how to speak, Ronald, so you just use a letter of complaint to cover the crimes that should be imprisoned in Azkaban?"

He looked at Ron with a half-smile.

Ron looked at him with embarrassment.

"Hmph~ bored."

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 in a deep voice and knocked on the door. His interest was not high. Just like what Owen said, he didn't think that cowardly looking guy could use the Killing Curse.

If anyone can easily release the Killing Curse, then this most evil black magic is too cheap!

To cast the Killing Curse, in addition to having strong mana as the basis for casting the spell, you also need to have a strong killing intent in your heart.

But just now, he didn't feel the murderous intention in that old man.

All he felt was fear.

But it didn't make him happy.

Because you can force a kind person to recite that evil curse——What is going on in this world?

Owen, who was following Sirius, heard a loud, metallic click from the door, which sounded like a metal chain.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open.

"Okay, come in quickly!" Sirius took a deep breath and whispered, "Don't go too deep, remember, don't touch anything."

Harry and Hermione walked into the almost completely dark hall with worried faces, and the smell of mold and thick dust hit them head-on.

The place feels like an abandoned building.

In the foyer where the sunlight can shine, there are gorgeous and precious aristocratic decorations, but they are covered with dust. This house gives people a weird feeling, as if it is dying.

Walking up the stairs they came to an ornate and refined living room with large windows overlooking the street at the front of the house, a large fireplace flanked by two ornate glass cabinets, and one wall covered with a genealogy tree of the Blake family tapestry.

The glass cabinet doors on both sides of the fireplace were very dirty, with various dark magic items and silverware inside.

Although it is very dirty and messy, it does have the style of medieval aristocrats.

"Hey! It's a big family!" Owen whistled as if walking into his own home.

Then his eyes lit up and he immediately zeroed in on the items belonging to Voldemort in a glass display cabinet in the corner of the living room, near the fireplace.

He walked over carelessly.

Then he directly opened the glass showcase and took out the pendant box from it.

"Christmas present, isn't it here?" He proudly swung the locket in his hand.

"Put it down, you bastard! This is the house of the noble Black family, get out of here."

Owen fiddled with the locket in his hand.

There was a hoarse, low-pitched voice like a bullfrog.

It was a house-elf, and it looked very old, with wrinkled skin that was several times more than its body actually needed, and its head was bald like all house-elves, but the two bats A lot of white hair grew out of his big ears.

The eyes were bloodshot and watery and gray, and the fleshy nose was so large that it was almost like a pig's nose.

Around its waist was a dirty rag, but otherwise it was almost naked.

"What?" Owen put the locket into his pocket.

"You told me to let it go, so I'll let it go?"

"Hey - I won't let it go, I won't let it go, I'll piss you off!"

After that - continue to pick up a lot of things in the glass display case.

He looked like a thief breaking into someone else's house.

Facing such a shameless person, Kreacher was trembling with anger.

It reached out to cast a spell on Owen.

"Stop it, Kreacher, Owen is my guest!" Sirius roared upon seeing this.

Kreacher actually stopped when he heard the sound.

The withered arm that looked like a mummy stopped in mid-air.

Then he turned around, bent his waist, tilted his head back, stared at a pair of round eyes, and looked at Sirius in surprise, with an inexplicable strange expression on his face.

"Oh! What did Kreacher see? The prodigal young master who has disappeared for more than ten years has returned and brought a group of brats to ruin the house of the noble Black family." Its voice was very slow, and its eyes were full of disdain. As it said that, it turned around and bowed to Sirius. The scene was quite strange, as if something in the house forced it to do it this time.

"Hmph~ I didn't expect you to be alive." Sirius said calmly.

"He is?" Hermione looked at Kreacher curiously, it looked very different from Dobby.

"Kreacher, a house elf who serves the Black family." Sirius paused and added, "A guy with a head full of madness."

"Crazy?" Hermione frowned, instinctively she hated Kreacher's robe.

That's a symbol of slavery, something of oppression.

I can't imagine that such creatures still exist in this world in the 21st century.

"That's what a house-elf really is. Dobby's is a different kind." Ron glanced at Kreacher, and then said old-fashioned, as if he really knew a lot.

"What is the original appearance, no race should be slaves!" Hermione reprimanded.

She was like an angry lion, staring at Ron.

Ron realized that he had said something wrong and quickly shut up, because he knew that once he refuted it, Hermione would tell him endlessly about those freedoms!equality!Just stuff.

He didn't want to spend all his time on that.

He would rather listen to Owen's story.

Looking at Ron who turned off his microphone, Hermione ignored him, but walked towards Kreacher generously, "Do you know you can not do this?"

"If you don't want to bow, you don't have to bow, you don't need anyone's consent," she said.

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger, and over there - that's Owen."

"Oh! God~ The Mudblood brought back by the master spoke to Kreacher. She has defiled this house and delayed Black's noble bloodline. If the mistress is still here, she will never allow a Mudblood to walk into her. House of."

"Shut up, Kreacher!" Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let me hear that word from your mouth again."

"No—it's okay." The little witch took a deep breath, and then retracted the hand that subconsciously reached for the wand in the robe.

——Ahem——she's used to it.

At Hogwarts, formerly Hogwarts, idiot Slytherins used to say that word to her.

That was the trigger mechanism for her to immediately cast the spell upon hearing the word.

It's been carved into the bone.

It's really not easy to interrupt in midfield now.

"Maybe we should do it step by step." Hermione summoned her courage again.

The smile returned to his face.Then he said softly: "I know a house elf like you. He only does what he likes to do. When he works for others, he also needs wages."

"Oh no~~"

"Salary~~~What an evil word."

When you hear the word salary.

Kreacher backed away as if he had seen some pest.