Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This is a low-lying old residential area with bushy weeds and mottled wall ash.

But the chaotic lights show that there are still many people still living here. The little light and shadow of the stars are scattered in the darkness before dawn, and it looks a bit oppressive.

It wasn’t until the approach was reached that Marx discovered that the lights were mostly flashing street lights and a small amount of light coming out of the curtain gap.

Looking around, invisible, there are chimneys and TV antennas everywhere.

???”just in front.”

When they passed a small square of weeds with a awning, Black pointed to the front.

The houses here, no matter how big or small, have a dirty appearance. Some houses have broken windows and black ones. They can’t see anything at all.

The paint that had long since lost its bright paint peeled off from the gates, and a lot of garbage piled up on the front steps.

“You haven’t returned home since 12.” Marx couldn’t help.

Black shook his head and he said, “It’s a little longer than you think.”

12 Grimmauld Place, an old house that has been devastated by time. When Marx saw it, it was as broken as the house around it.

Most of the windows are fragmented, and the thick gates have been covered with vines, no keyholes, and no letter boxes.

Silver’s carved door handle has been distorted and looks like a small snake that is fixed to a piece of broken wood.

Looking up, you can see that the corners are often smashed by spiders, trying to capture some delicious flying insects.

The whole piece of the wall near the root of the wall is damp, and the gray ash is full of moss, and it is like a black collar.

Ok! In fact, Marx will remember the terrible touch when he looks at it.

Black stretched out wand and knocked on the door. After hearing a few dull, metallic clicks on both sides, a hinged sound rang.

The door broke free from the tangles of the vines and squeaked open.

“Nobody’s time is too long. There must be something messy in it. Don’t just go around.” Black said, “follow me.”

Marx followed Black behind and walked into the dark hall. Suddenly, there was a sweet smell of assaults the senses – the smell of wood in corruption.

The floor stepped on and zhi zhi rang, breaking the silence here.

Black waved wand with his hand, and with a soft si si sound, all the old-fashioned lights on the walls lit up, projecting a burst of faint, unstable light onto all the broken wallpaper. And a distressed strip of petpet came out.

Just above the carpet, a tree-shaped decorative light with a spider web is flashing, and old, blackened portraits hang on wooden expansively twisted walls.

To be honest, this defeat is not as good as not watching.

Black brief remark The ground with Marx passed a pair of long, worm-covered curtains, bypassing a huge umbrella stand that looked like a few giant legs.

Then they walked up a carved wooden staircase with handrails.

On the wall on one side of the stairs, there is a shield family crest.

Crest is generally black, with a mountain shape as the main body, a sword-based, and a silver body. There are two gray dogs that stand up on both sides.

Just below the fascinating family crest, a row of narrow-headed objects that are adorned on the wall as a decoration are particularly unsightly.

It was the head of the House of Black house elf. Whenever the elves were too old to hold their plates, they would smash their heads as the decorations of the host family.

For house elf, this seems to be a glory.

“…I heard that this is the idea that your family first thought of?” Marx looked at the row of things.

“Yeah, my Eldorado.” Black sneered and said, and he didn’t want to talk anymore. “Come here.”

Marx followed Black all the way to the door of a room, but unexpectedly, a small silhouette suddenly appeared in front of the door, blocking their way.

“Who did Kreacher see? The son of the hostess’s son came back from Azkaban… Oh! My poor female master, what would she say if she saw the house now? A fugitive is back? She has been cursing all the time. He is not his own son, but he is back. They all say that he is a murderer-“

This is an old house elf, which is almost naked except for a bunch of dirty mice tied around a waist.

The skin that pulled it made it look like it was wearing a large dress, although it was bare and not long like other house elf, but a lot of white eyebrows came from above its huge, bat-like eyes. Come out.

Its eyes are bloodshot, damp and gray, and its flesh-colored nose is as large as other elves, or more aptly speaking – like a dead Flobberworm.

This elf is like not paying attention to the existence of the two – it is humblely hunchbacked, head down, stubbornly standing in front of the door.

The muttering sound of his voice was hoarse and deep in his breath, just like a bullfrog snoring.

“Kreacher?” Black’s eyes flashed a bit of awkwardness, but then became disgusted. “I don’t think, everyone is dead, but you are still alive.”

At this time, the old Kreacher looked up slightly and looked at Black, but he could hang down again in the next second.

Then, it snorted deeply, and the fat nose was almost attached to the ground.

Kreacher said vaguely: “How can Kreacher die? If Kreacher is dead, who else can continue to look after the hostess’s house?”

“But it’s getting dark here, it’s a dirty place!” Sirius said.

“The owner always likes his little what a joke,” Kreacher said again, continuing to whisper. “The owner is a dirty, unrespecting pig. He hurts his mother’s heart-“

“My mother has no heart, Kreacher,” Sirius suddenly cried. “She let herself live outside the pure things.”

When Black spoke, Kreacher bowed again, as if it had become a conditioned reflex.

“Whatever the owner said,” he muttered angrily. “The master is not worthy of his mother’s boots, oh! My poor female master, what would she say if she saw Kreacher continue to serve him? She is so hateful Master, how disappointing he is -“

“I don’t want to talk nonsense with you, let go from there!” Black shouted loudly.

Kreacher subconsciously moved two steps to the side.

Black coldly snorted, walked past it, but still whispering something whispering in his mouth.

When Marx followed Black and was about to go forward, Kreacher suddenly raised a little tone – although it was still not very eye-catching.

“Oh! Where is the little devil… Is Master brings, a dirty hairy boy, he wants to enter the family’s library… This is unruly…”

“However, you didn’t complete the task that your young Master left for you.” Marx glanced at Kreacher and calmly said.

It was Marx’s so light, but Kreacher suddenly raised his head. It stared at Marx’s face and opened his mouth, as if to say something.

“…come in, don’t talk nonsense with it, it can’t listen.” The voice of Black came from the room.

Marx complied.

“I will come back to deal with the locket again the next day, remember to open the door for me.” He whispered a word to Kreacher, and then walked in quickly.

“On these books – are they really helpful to Harry?”

In a library full of bookshelves, Black placed a thick magic book on the wooden table and splashed a burst of dust.

The book is as dirty as the wooden table, and Black is not in the mood to pay attention to anything.

“Of course, at least I can be sure – Voldemort left Harry with a soul problem,” Marx explained. “Professor Dumbledore says that.”

Although Hogwarts’ library collections are can be counted on one’s fingers in the world, there are always books that can only be found in the wizard family.

For example, these are placed in front of Marx.

“Then take them away, then leave here! I hate this house, whether it is before or now-“

……

Recently at school, Ron has become a celebrity, and everyone has now paid more attention to him than to Harry.

Ron was the first time in his life to encounter such treatment, and he obviously liked this high-profile experience.

Although he was still shocked by the events that happened that night, as soon as someone asked him, he would be excited to tell people about the night and added a lot of exaggerated details.

“…I was asleep at the time, but I heard the sound of tearing things. I thought I was dreaming, you know. But there was a cool breeze… I woke up immediately, then I found out, One side of the curtain at the bed was torn off… I turned over and saw that he was standing in front of me!”

“He is like a donkey, still with a large group of dirty hair! He is holding a long knife, I think it will be 40 inches long…”

After a while, when he finished speaking, the Second Year girls who had been listening to his story of send cold shivers down one’s spine spoke to each other and spread out.

“But why?” Ron suddenly turned his head and asked Harry. “Why did he escape?”

To be honest, Harry is also very puzzled about this.

Black went to the wrong bed, why not kill Ron and then continue to find Harry?

Twelve years ago, Black’s behavior showed that he did not care about killing innocent people. This time he faced five unarmed boys, and four of them were still asleep.

“Is it true that Marx’s guess at the time was justified?” Harry suddenly popped up with such a single thought.

But Ron shook his head.

“If you want me to see it, he must know that if I wake up and wake everyone up, it will be very difficult for him to leave the castle!” he guessed. “To go back through the hole in the portrait, he must kill the whole hospital.” People! Maybe you might meet Teacher!”