Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Sirius Black stepped on the broken stone steps, frowning at the newly transformed door.

"How did the old house become like this? Isn't this what they are most proud of?"

The black paint on the door was peeling off, covered with scratches on the left and right. The silver door knocker was in the shape of a serpentine snake. There were no keyholes on the door, and there were no mailboxes in every Muggle family.

This door can only be opened with magic.

Sirius pulled out his wand and knocked on the door.

There was no response for a long time, when Sirius thought that the house's protective spell was broken, or the door opening magic was changed.

The house finally responded. There were loud sounds of metal impacts in the ears, and clattering sounds like a chain sliding.

The dark door "squeak" opened.

Sirius crossed the threshold and walked into the almost dark hallway.

He smelled moist, grey, and sweet, rotten.

This place feels like an abandoned empty house, a perfect haunted house in the hearts of Muggles, rather than the mansion of the Black family, the noblest, oldest and most famous pure blood wizard family in the magic world.

Sirius closed the front door smoothly. The corridor at the gate was so dark that he couldn't reach his fingers. Only the end of the corridor could see the glimmer.

The house was filled with an ominous feeling, like walking into a house full of invisible ghosts.

For Sirius, this kind of room that made the wizard feel uncomfortable, he didn't feel it at all.

A wizard who has lived in Azkaban for 13 years, do you talk to him about haunted houses?

Sirius slammed his wand against the wall, and the light flashed a few times, and a row of old gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a dangling unreal light.

The light shone on the peeling wall paper and shabby carpet in the long, dark hallway, and a spider-like chandelier overhead shimmered, seeming to be burned at any time.

Some portraits blackened by the ages hang diagonally on the wall. The chandelier and the candelabra on a swaying table next to it are all shaped like snakes.

See those portrait photos with spider webs. Black could not help showing a sneer.

He would not forget that these portraits told him what kind of pure-blood wizard was when he was a child, and his mother always carefully cleaned these photos. She said that this represents the glory of the Black family.

He walked through two long curtains covered with insect eyes, a little puzzled, because he remembered that there was no door before. He didn't push the door open, and he will be glad about it later.

He bypassed a large umbrella stand made of a broken leg of a giant monster. The large umbrella stand rested on the staircase leading to the second floor. He supported the wooden stair railing and walked up.

He was in a complicated mood at this time, with memories, sadness, ridicule, and guilt.

In every corner he saw, he could remember what had happened, such as this staircase, he had ups and downs with his brother countless times, causing his mother to furious.

But now, it can only be recalled.

Sirius can't help but sigh in Sirius' heart.

In the stairwells on the first and second floors, there are unique ornaments on the walls, which are the heads of a row of dry house elves.

Sirius knew that these were the heads of the house-elves who had served the Black family for life. The house-elves of the Black family were proud to be able to hang their heads after death. There was a particularly annoying elf named Kliche at home. What he had been thinking about all day was to be able to cut off his head like his mother, and hang it dry here.

Black reached the second floor and walked over the dim staircase.

As soon as he entered the second floor, a dazzling sunlight appeared in front of him, which was countless times brighter than the first floor.

The living room on the second floor was Sirius’s favorite place to stay when he was a kid. I still haven’t seen what the second floor is now abandoned. Sirius can’t help but have the appearance of the previous living room: the living room is very gorgeous and exquisite, there is a big The window overlooks the street outside the house, Sirius likes to observe the Muggles outside through it, and there is a large fireplace, flanked by two gorgeous glass cabinets, filled with the Black family most worth showing off to others Objects, and there is a wall covered with a black family tree tapestry tapestry.

That genealogy tapestry, even Regulus, the mother’s favorite, will not be allowed to touch, otherwise he will be punished.

When Sirius adapted to the suddenly stronger light and saw the situation in the living room, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The living room was indeed dirty and messy. The window curtains were pulled on both sides. Standing far away, Sirius saw that the surface of the curtain was all small foxes, and there was a nest of velvet dead in the corner of the sofa. There is a thick layer of dust on the carpet.

only……

Sirius said in shock: "Harry, why are you here?"

At the desk that was clearly cleared by magic, Harry was sitting sideways, the sun shining on him, and his eyebrows all seemed to be golden. Moreover, the family member who always scolded him in the background as a futile little elf Kliche was bending over, holding the teapot in both hands and carefully pouring a cup of hot tea for Harry.

Even at this moment, shocked by the fact that Harry appeared here, Sirius couldn't help but have a little jealous Kleeche's attitude-from small to big, Kreacher had never been so respectful of him. Even if he ordered Kreacher to obey forever, his mouth would always scold ugly words.

Kreacher has now turned into a very old house-elf, almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist.

His head was bare, and there were a lot of white hairs in his two large bat-like ears. His eyes were bloodshot, gray, and his fleshy nose was large, like a pig's nose.

Clearly seeing the only heir of the Black family returning to the old house, Kreacher should go to his knees, but he pretended not to see it.

He suddenly shouted in panic, his voice hoarse and low like a bullfrog: "To pour tea to the most distinguished guests, I should wash my hands ten times, but I forgot to wash it only eight times, and Klitsche’s brain broke. , It’s really useless."

Kreacher used his big hand to fist and hammered his head hard, crying and apologizing.

Harry smiled faintly: "It's okay, Kreacher."

"Go ahead, I want to say a few words to your master."

"You are really forgiving." Kliche kowtowed, thanking Dade for retreating.

When he walked to the somewhat obsessive Sirius, Kreacher still didn't go to see Sirius. His voice suddenly increased, and he said seriously: "Although the scruffy wizard who made Kreacherian's name unwilling to recall is the owner of Klice, But Kreacher did not have a hint of expectation, and please be aware of it."

Sirius:"……"

"Harry, you..." Sirius didn't know what to say.

Harry said, "There are two things..."

Sirius hadn't responded yet. Harry had raised his wand, and the violent magic exploded in the room. A light green light flew from the end of the wand, hitting Sirius' head.

Sirius rolled his eyes and fell heavily on the dirty carpet, the dust stirred.

Harry shook his wand, and a breeze blew the dust all over the room.

A moment later, Sirius, who seemed to be dead on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up, with a kind of described ease. It seemed that his mind was clearer, his thinking sharper, and some forgotten memories suddenly appeared.

It seemed that the whole body was locked with iron chains, but now I broke a few, and it was like a broken and leaking wooden barrel, which was blocked by several holes.

"What magic is this?" Sirius asked novelly.

Harry said: "Anti-Awada Suo mantra."

"The Avadasuo mantra is hurting people's souls, so I reversed this magic and invented another magic that could heal people's souls."

"You created a whole new kind of magic?" Sirius exclaimed, "still transformed by an unforgivable spell."

Harry said carelessly: "It's nothing."

He frowned: "It seems that this magic cannot completely repair your broken soul. You are the first victim of this magic... um... experiencer, I didn't know how effective it is in healing souls. I’m sorry. But it’s okay. I’ve also learned a dozen soul-fixing magics from the forbidden area. We will try each one.

"What?" Sirius Black was still entangled. Did Harry say that the first experiencer referred to him as the little mouse one, and he saw Harry's wand pointing at him again, and a white ray of light rushed towards his Head.

"Boom."

Sirius fell to the ground again.

After a while, Sirius rose again.

Before he said anything, he saw Harry's eyes shining brightly and said, "It seems that these magics have a certain effect. I have noticed that your soul is slightly complete."

So, another blue magic rushed towards Sirius.

"Boom."

fall down……

Wake up and climb again...

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fall down……

Wake up and climb again...

The magic of all colors and colors ran wildly from the tip of Harry's wand as if it did not consume magic power.

Red orange yellow green blue blue purple...

Rotating show.

"Okay..." Finally, Sirius shouted: "I feel like something is full in my brain and it's going to explode."

Harry stopped now, looked at Sirius's soul state, and said, "It is indeed full."

Then put away the wand.

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