Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

190. Chapter 190 12 Grimmauld Place

    Ivan, Harry, and Hermione were wearing the robe as fast as they could, and Ivan also purposely wrapped Hermione's scarf around her neck.

    They came to Hogsmeade under the leadership of Sirius Black.

    Before leaving the castle, they saw Professor McGonagall, although she agreed to let the three of them leave Hogwarts for Christmas, but from her serious face and wrinkled brows, she was very dissatisfied with Sirius.

    Ivan, Harry, and Hermione are very happy, so they don't have to stay in the ward.

    Standing on the empty, snowy streets of Hogsmeade, Sirius told them to take them three to Diagon Alley, where Lupin was also.

    Tonight, everyone will be there for Christmas, a perfect Christmas.

    Then, after the Christmas holiday, he sent them back to Hogwarts.

    "How do we go to Diagon Alley, is it using floo powder?"Harry asked Sirius.

    "No, I have already booked a knight bus. However, before going to Diagon Alley, we had to go to an unpleasant place that was not connected to the Floo Network. ”Sirius said without thinking, "We are going there to get Ivan and Hermione's Christmas presents. Although I don't really want to go back, there is really no better thing than those things."

    “An unpleasant place?”Ivan snorted. "Where are you going to give me and Hermione's Christmas present?!"

    He didn't know where Sirius was pointing, and he was ready to send anything to himself. Just as he was about to ask, the Cavalier bus appeared from the thin air and rushed over.

    Four people hurried to dodge, and the Cavaliers bus stopped at the place where they just stood, with a deafening voice.

    Ticket seller Stan Shunpike jumped onto the sidewalk and greeted him with enthusiasm.

    "Happy Christmas, gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the Cavalier bus. Just extend your wand and get on the bus, we can take you wherever you want to go…"

    Shunpike suddenly stopped his mouth and he first saw Harry.

    "Look at who we met. Isn't this Neville? How are you doing?"

    "Neville?"Sirius repeated it and wondered, "This is Harry Potter!"

    "Harry Potter?!"Stan snorted and then became excited and cried happily. "I already knew that I saw his scar at the time."

    Stan looked excitedly, and Harry looked awkward.

    He took a knight bus a few months ago, from the streets of muggle street to Diagon Alley, who inflated his aunt, left the Dursley family alone, then he met Ivan and first See Sirius again.

    "How come you don't tell us that you are Harry Potter, Neville?"Stan said with a smile on Harry, "Yes, what about your strange Little Black cat?"

    This time it was Ivan's turn, he couldn't imagine what it would be like if Stan knew that he was the black cat at the time.

    "Let's get on the bus, it's too cold outside, I'm freezing!"

    "Of course, come on."Stan took a step back and he looked up at Sirius. "Good heavens, you are Sirius Black, I just saw your photo on "Daily Prophet."

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

    Ivan The four of them took the bus, perhaps because it was Christmas today, and the car was empty except for the driver.

    They sat down on the bed of the brass column, and Shunpike took out the newspaper he had recently collected, all in the newspapers related to the Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew events.

    Ivan saw himself and Harry, Hermione, and Ron's photos on it. The photo was taken when Fudge gave them a special contribution award last year. Here's a detailed introduction to the story of the four of them.

    Shunpike kept saying no, and asked them four people to sign him. In this environment, Ivan couldn't ask Sirius at all, where they are going.

    After more than an hour, the knight bus docked in the middle of a small square with a awning weed.

    Ivan got out of the car and the houses around the square had a dirty look that didn't seem to welcome visitors. Some houses have broken windows, and they are lifeless. The paint peels off from many doors, and a lot of garbage accumulates on the front steps.

    WHERE ARE WE?

    "Grimmauld Place !"Sirius's expression became serious, and her face was mixed with emotions such as nostalgia and disgust.

    Grimmauld Place ? !

    Ivan's heart is moving, it won't be the home of the Black family.

    Black led them three along a deserted street full of pungent smells, stopping in front of a house with a house sign hanging outside, here is 12 Grimmauld Place.

    Unlike all ordinary houses in the surrounding area, 12 Grimmauld Place is very stylish and noble, but equally dilapidated, like a ghost house.

    The black paint on the house has been ruined and scratched, and the silver door handle has been twisted into a serpentine shape with no keyholes or mailboxes.

    Sirius pulled out wand and knocked on the door. Ivan heard a loud, metallic click on the door, which sounded like a metal chain. After a few seconds, the door creaked open.

    "Okay, come on!"Sirius whispered, "Don't go too far, remember, don't touch anything."

    Ivan, Harry, and Hermione were nervous and walked into the almost completely dark hall, mixed with the thick, dusty smell of corruption.

    This place feels like a building that has been abandoned, Harry stands in front, and Ivan and Hermione look from his shoulders.

    Inside the foyer, where the sun shines, there is a gorgeous, precious aristocratic decoration, but it is covered with dust. This house gives a strange feeling, as if they had entered a room of a dying person.

    "Where is this place, Sirius?"Ivan heard Harry talking, he was smashed by thick dust and coughed fiercely.

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

    He waved wand gently, not knowing where a soft snoring came from, and then all the old-fashioned lights on the wall lit up.

    A bunch of flickering, very unstable light is projected onto the mottled wallpaper, and a long, dark corridor with a worn carpet is illuminated, with a tree-shaped ornament on the top of the corridor. The lights are flashing, and the portraits that have been dark for a long time are hung on the winding walls.