Hogwarts Melon Eater

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This redwood door may be the most eye-catching object in the entire 12 Grimmauld Place. It is nailed to a small and stylish sign, “No entry without my express permission,” sign at the bottom right corner. Entirely written with the signature’Regulus. Arcturus. Black. ’

Sirius was a little nostalgic, stared at the sign for a while, and finally turned and walked to another door. This door is not as properly maintained as the redwood door. Mold, stains, and traces of rotten eggs seem to be there? Exuding an unpleasant smell, a few faded yellow seals sealed the entire door, which felt like the first scene of a murder.

But the broken wooden token with “Sirius Exclusive” written on the door is still there.

Sirius tore off the seal on the door and raised a cloud of dust. It seemed that it had been closed for a long time.

Sirius opened the door slowly and moved Wand forward, trying to prevent the Hu Meizi who ran out of the room from attacking her face-but nothing happened, he opened the door smoothly, the first in many years I went back to this’Sirius Exclusive’ room again.

Sirius was surprised by everything in front of him. His room was well preserved. Even the rivet jacket that was thrown on the floor before leaving home was still in place. The letter on the desk was not opened, and the small sofa was under the blanket. The hidden muggle magazine also showed no signs of being moved. If it weren’t for the thick dust, Sirius even thought that time here had stopped.

The luxurious carved bed was placed quietly in the middle of the room, occupying a lot of space. “Pa” Sirius used magic to light up the dusty chandelier, and the deep red velvet curtain matched the light to make the whole The rooms are warmed up.

This is a Gryffindor room. Anyone who has visited Sirius’ room will say so, because when he was a boy, he really wanted to distinguish himself from the House of Black-emphasizing how different he is from this Slytherin family.

The walls of the entire room are fully utilized. A few Gryffindor flags occupy most of the country, followed by Quidditch team Ng posters, muggle motorcycles, muggle team, and Ms. Walburga’s “remember” muggle bikini girl , A magic photo is posted on the belly button of the’girl in bikini’.

That is the only one wizard photo on the wall. Four Hogwarts students stood together, looking silly at the camera, Sirius extend the hand, covering the fat silhouette on the far right, waiting for him to put his hand down, fat Fat has already walked away from the photo, and there are only three people left in the photo.

Sirius stared at the photo for a while, and threw himself on the dusty bed. It was dirty, but he didn’t care at all, because he was dirty enough, Sirius just wanted to get a good night’s sleep now. pull yourself together and face all kinds of bad things.

Unfortunately, Sirius suffered from insomnia. Although he was tired, he couldn’t fall asleep while lying on a familiar bed. “Maybe I should give myself a Scourgify? Or go take a hot bath? He thought so, and suddenly heard a rustling movement at the door.

Sirius emptied his eyes and found that sneaky Kreacher came in. He immediately became vigilant and wanted to know what this crazy house elf was going to do. He saw Kreacher wandering around in the room for a while. Touched the lamp, touched the table for a while, and took out a broom-like thing to play on the ground——

It looks like it’s cleaning, and this perception makes Sirius a little dazed. Am I dreaming? Soon he knew that he was not dreaming, because Kreacher used extremely fast and swift means to pull out the dirty sheets he was pressing, and then used house elf to clean magic successfully to make all the dirt on his body disappeared, and then use it. Some kind of elf magic puts a new sheet on.

After a while of operation, the clean Sirius was lying on the clean sheets, and finally drowsiness was brewing. He went to sleep in the soft whispering of old Kreacher, “It is really missed by old Kreacher. Old Kreacher also gave the fugitive Young like this. Master changed the sheets. When I was young, the fugitive Young Master always wets the bed…”

‘Nonsense, it must have confused me and Regulus,’ this is the last thing Sirius thought before falling asleep, unconsciously, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

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Wiltshire in the early morning has its own unique flavor. Stonehenge exudes mysterious colors under the first rays of sunlight. The crop circle is always telling the unknown secrets of muggle. A large number of UFO sightings have come. People here always like to look up to the sky, and they admire the sky full of soft, delicate clouds when they don’t see UFOs.

Sometimes muggles mistake owl for UFO and cause unnecessary rumors to spread. For example, now, a college student-like girl points to the owl in the sky and shouts UFO, and then watched the owl disappear into the air, her voice It stopped suddenly.

“What’s the matter, Joanne?” The girl’s companion walked out of the small wood house, looked at the sky, but saw nothing, “Don’t be silly, we are going to see the crop circle today! Hurry up! Time!” She took Joanne’s arm and tried to take her back to the wood house from the balcony.

“I saw an owl disappearing into the air!” Joanne held her companion back, “Really! Right there!” She pointed to the sky, but there was nothing there.

“Haha, this joke is outdated, Joanne,” the companion turned around, leaving Joanne alone on the balcony, “Hurry up, we have an appointment with the tour guide at ten o’clock, now it’s almost time. No washing!” She mumbled to make coffee.

‘There must be something undiscovered in this World…the secrets…’ Joanne took another look at the place where the owl disappeared,’ I will find them all one day. ’

The poor owl who passed through the barrier formed by the Repello Muggletum curse is completely unaware that he has attracted the attention of a muggle lady at this moment, and history has quietly changed from these little details that are not noticed-but Owl is just owl, what can it know, it just does its job that’s all conscientiously.

This high-quality owl that made an all-out effort for Black’s family walked through a forest and low-flying through a wheat field. It flew over a hillside, and over a lake, and finally came to an empty space with nothing. Then, it saw the destination of this trip-Malfoy manor with a long history.

Actually it entered the land of the Malfoy Family 3 minutes ago-an empty plain with nothing, oh? You said that the deserted land looks a bit wasteful? There is no way. The noble Malfoys have no time to take care of the land, and are unwilling to rent it to the muggles for farming. Even if they can get a lot of rent, who cares, the Malfoys don’t care anyway, they If you want that land to be deserted, being rich is self-willed.

“gu gu,” Owl stopped on a sign on a country road, and looked at the wrought iron gate in front of him. Behind it was a long driveway, yes, the driveway—

Although the Malfoys disdain to use muggle cars, they don’t hinder the viewing. There is a green BlowerBentley in Mr. Lucius’ underground secret garage. I don’t know if it’s a replica, or from a certain Malfoy from muggle rich Drop the package, or use other methods-know that Malfoys always get what they like by fair means or foul.

Owl stood on the road sign for a while, but did not find anyone who came to get the letter. As an elite owl of the noble House of Black, it thought it should be polite, so it pecked at the flower pattern on the iron gate. Soon, the pattern began to distort, turning into a hideous face, “tell the purpose of your visit,” the metal door’s voice was sonorous and powerful.

“gu gu,” owl gu gu twice at random is considered to answer the question of the iron gate, the iron gate has no sound, “boo,” the sound of pulling the cork sounded, and a house elf appeared outside the iron gate. It stood on tiptoe and took the letter on the paw of owl, “Dobby got the letter!” It moved towards owl and thanked it, then looked at the envelope, “Oh! Dobby got the letter from House of Black to the mistress! Perfect! Believe! No oil stains, no mud spots-everything is beautiful!”

It was talking to itself, as if trying to convince itself that all this was interesting, but Owl obviously felt that Dobby’s every move was boring, and it began to flap its wings.

Dobby watched the owl quickly flew away and disappeared into the sky. It began to mutter to himself again, “Why is Dobby Dobby, and why is Dobby not an owl?”