[hp] stay out of it

I touched the walls on all sides. They were old bricks and stones. The surface was the same as other buildings in the UK. There were drops of water seeping out, and it felt a little wet to the touch.In some places tattered tapestry remains.And behind me there is a heavy, nailed wooden door with patterns that were more popular among the upper classes of wizarding circles in Europe hundreds of years ago - it is useful to pay attention occasionally in History of Magic class - no surprises If so, this is a corner of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, a small room that really doesn't look very pleasant.

In such a large coffin, it is a bit difficult to move the arms up and down, but I still found lines and figures carved on the shoulder height of the wooden board.It seems to be old, and the carved things are almost eroded by dew in this small space.

Ever since my wand burned out in the hands of the house-elf, it's been back to pitch blackness.I leaned back, brushed those long-standing marks lightly with my fingertips, and identified them with my heart.

Lecles...I don't know this word, is it a person's name?

Well, here are two more five-pointed stars.

nob... the word is, noble... ah, of course, noble, this is obviously a must-have keyword in the old pure-blood house.

But if you think that I will solve puzzles and play an escape room or something next, you are very wrong.It took me a minute to determine that this matter could not be resolved peacefully, then I tore my backpack from my shoulders, pulled the outermost layer, and pulled out a glass ball.

The glass ball is filled with a cloudy black liquid, and it keeps flashing sparks on its own. It looks like a weather ball, but it has one more function than the weather ball: a violent explosion.It contains a small formula that we accidentally discovered during the process of improving the thinking potion, which is a bit dull, and it can only be used by a specific person.The opposite advantage is that the excitation of the wand is not necessary, and it will not hurt yourself-because we have found a way to add materials and magic power corresponding to the ingredients of our wand in the potion.

After my not-so-happy house-arrest vacation with the Boyles, my IQ would be a little off if I wasn't on my guard.I thought about it, and felt that it was not safe to use only one, so I took another one out of my backpack, held it in my hand, and silently recited the spell.

Wind and sunshine.

Then the sparks in the two glass balls became more frequent and violent, and the ink-colored potion inside rolled up and down, looking like an extremely bad thunderstorm.When the sparks started to fly from the glass balls, I threw the two glass balls over the edge of the wooden door and folded my arms to wait for it to work.

After the last bolt of lightning struck silently, the glass ball exploded, flashing lightning flashes everywhere, and then with a bang, the scattered lightning flashed together to emit a violent white light and a very exasperating explosion occurred.

There was a hole in front of me, and the thick wooden doors turned into wreckage scattered everywhere outside. Someone chanted a spell and a gust of wind was blown. After the smoke and dust that filled the entire room outside had subsided a little, I walked out of the glass-doored cabinets on both sides of the stove. (stuffed with Slytherin-style art) Recognizes the living room, then sees the glimmer of the Armor Charm, then Sirius, Lupine, and Professor Snape holding wands.Suddenly there was a hysterical cry from a disturbed woman downstairs, it should be the portrait in the hall.

I seem to have broken up the conversation that had been going on in the living room before this—in a rather drastic way.

The atmosphere of the scene is a bit subtle.

"Hi. Happy Christmas Eve." I pretended I didn't make such an explosion and said with a smile.

"This is an excellent design that can be ranked in the top three among the appearance methods I have seen." Snape ignored my greetings, and first spoke sarcastically.As he spoke, some masonry scum slid off his head. "By the way, you've created as much drama as Potter's Ford Anglia."

"Why is there so much blood!" Sirius strode over and skillfully cast a few healing spells. He looked at the half-collapsed wall, and seemed to feel that this way of appearance was quite moving. comedic effect. "Don't tell me that you hurt yourself... well, the wound is fine." He raised his voice, apparently feeling that his living room in a state of destruction was much more pleasing to the eye.

Lupine also took a few steps forward, and while Sirius was healing, he looked cautiously towards the small space I came out of, and then looked back at me, as if he wanted to ask me to explain what was going on.But it seems that because our only private communication last semester was obviously not very pleasant, he didn't take the initiative to ask.

Unfortunately, he was probably the only one in the room who wanted to know why I was there, so the conversation never got to what he wanted to know.Professor Snape was the culprit for going off topic.He stooped to pick something up from the rubble-strewn rug, looked at it, and said, "I always thought 'don't blow up the house' was just parental exaggeration... but now it seems , perhaps it is really important to teach young wizards this point."

I blinked and saw that he was holding a glass ball in his hand, and the lightning inside was still tumbling.

……

There was only one explosion just now, didn't it?

This thing is indeed a bit sluggish.I repeated it in my heart.

Professor Snape obviously regarded it as an ordinary weather globe, weighed it in his hand, and said, "I thought only little girls would carry this thing with them... What's wrong with this thing? He noticed my tangled expression, and looked at the "landscape ball" again.

I shook my head hastily.Then gently suggested that he throw what he was holding out.

Snape narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but at this moment, a rainbow rose in the room - the by-product of the explosion of the glass ball - it is not very strict to say that it is a rainbow, because Benelli managed to combine the seven colors It was changed, and there are six colors from top to bottom: bronze, blue, red, gold, yellow, and black. At that time, Dan Qi and Parkinson were quite at odds, so he advocated not to add silver and green to it.

The people present were not stupid, and they quickly connected the "Three-quarters Hogwarts Rainbow" with the "Glass Ball of Rain, Thunder and Lightning" in Snape's hand.Together we looked up at the rainbow, then at the glass ball in which the lightning-like potion was tumbling in Snape's hand.

……

Snape's gaze fell into his hand slowly, then quickly turned his wand and cast the Vanishing Curse on the glass ball.I have to say that this was really timely, because after the glass ball disappeared into this space, several bolts of lightning were still gnashing their claws in the air.

Sirius put his hand to his mouth and coughed.It's especially noticeable in a silent room.

Snape glared at the three of us (including Lupine, who was absolutely innocent from beginning to end), then pointed to the thick layer of dust on the round table and said, "I've given you the list, don't waste time, hurry up Get this done. Goodbye."

He cast a Cleansing Charm on himself, but it wasn't really wise, because as he walked outside, dust kept kicking up and sticking to his robes, and things were falling from the ceiling, so when he walked outside By the parlor door, he was almost as dirty as before.

After the sound of going downstairs and closing the door was over, I formally greeted Sirius and said hello to Lupin, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.Sirius patted me on the shoulder with a smile: "Don't be so introverted. Oh, and happy Christmas Eve, too. I suggest that we have a cup of tea in another place. This is not a good place to talk-although I appreciate it The decorations you've added to this place." He waved at his living room, which was almost in ruins, and at the fading rainbow.

Sitting down at the dining table below, Sirius called Klich a few times. Klitsch didn't show up right away, but he wasn't put off by it. Instead, he shrugged happily, while preparing tea and snacks with quick movements.

"I was expecting a touching reunion or something," he said as he set the tray on the table, "but now, Vincent, you've surprised us."

I laughed dryly twice.

"There are enough things that need to be clarified in this month." He opened the chair and sat down, snapping his fingers. "Let's start from the beginning—how do you feel? Have you slept for a month?"

"No feeling." I said.

"Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping you in her care. She said you were not in a very stable state of mind..."

I raise my eyebrows.

"It's not that you're crazy - although it sounds like it - she said she's noticed how bad you've been since you came back from France over the summer. She reckons you'll only be off for two or three days... how do you feel Is there something wrong with your body?" He looked at me with concern.

"No. I think the whole person is normal." Except that the body and the soul are not compatible.

"We'll have to go to St. Mungo's later and find out what's wrong with you." He looked worried.

I agreed without hesitation.

After Sirius was concerned about the physical problem of "being in a coma for no reason for a month", the topic continued down: "You must have seen the news on No. [-]. Thanks to Veritaserum, little Crouch testified that he was in A few days before the exposure, I saw the real Peter..." He recounted what happened after I fainted, which I didn't see in the newspaper.Professor Dumbledore broke into Crouch's house and found that Voldemort was no longer there.The whole house left a smell of death and evil.

Then he told about the Order of the Phoenix, and the rough results of the month-long hunt for the resurgent Death Eaters. "Nothing found. Too cunning, those scumbags."

Then I talked about the recent situation of the school dance, and I said I didn't know anything. (Am I going to tell about Harry's failure to invite Chinese girls?)

Then the topic finally returned to the reason for my wonderful appearance half an hour ago.I felt Lupine shake his head slightly, sighing that a topic that felt like it would never come back had finally come back.

"Grimaud's house is unexpectedly suitable for the broken and mutilated style," said Sirius solemnly.

The author has something to say:

OTZ failed to catch up with No. 17 in the end.

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Sorry for being too late today.