Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Leaving Mrs. Black's portrait, they went through the door at the end of the corridor and into the basement.

The basement floor appears to be a kitchen, almost as dim as the upper hall, a cave-deep room surrounded by rough stone walls.

Most of the light comes from a few tiny candles around the large fireplace across the room, and the walls around the tubes are all smoked black with nitrogen, and the iron pot in the sun hanging from the equally dark ceiling looks gloomy and shady in the dark.

Next to the kitchen is a small dining room with a sink in the corner and two wooden cupboards filled with spiderwebs on each side filled with silverware.

Through the already moldy carpet, you can see the beautiful pattern engraved on the green marble floor below, and the center of the house is a table and chairs that can seat many people, where the temperature is much lower than above and where the smell of mold rots more severely in the air.

“This way!” Sirius ripped off a green tapestry with the Black family emblem on the wall just north of the restaurant, revealing a black brick wall.

He knocked on a wall with a wand and opened a hidden door.

Just as the broken cauldron bar leads to the wall of Diagonal Lane, the wall should spin open and reveal a narrow, steep staircase that continues down.

Ivan noticed that there was a silver snake on the brick, but it wasn't obvious, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't have noticed.

“In the ancient family of pureblood wizards, there are usually such secret rooms, hiding unknown secrets of the family.” Sirius said, bending over and walking in, "This is where the Black family keeps their books, at least when I leave this house, or here, and keep them inside...”

Halfway through his words, he stopped immediately.

Over Sirius' shoulder, Ivan sees a family elf standing in the dark lane.

It's not some ornament hanging on the wall, it's a living home for elves.

This Pokémon is old, his skin is full of wrinkles, several times more than his body actually needs. Although his head is bare like any Pokémon in the family, the two large bat-like ears have a bunch of white hair.

His eyes were full of blood, the water was covered in gray, and his fleshy nose was huge, like a pig's nose.

His waist was surrounded by a dirty rag, like a waistcloth used by men in tropical countries to conceal his body, apart from which he was almost completely unhung.

Evan, suddenly, this guy was supposed to be the elvish in the house, and he was just wondering when he'd see each other.

Cliche is a statue that stands at the corner of a hidden staircase and stands still.

He bent over, his head up, looked at Sirius Black in amazement, with a strange, unclear look on his face, and he began to whisper with a dull, low voice like a bullfrog.

“Poor old Cliche saw something, disappeared for more than a decade and the young loser returned, leading a bunch of kids back to ruin my mistress's house.” Cliche's voice was slow and his eyes filled with disdain, as he spoke and bowed to Sirius as if he had been instinctively asked to do so.

“Long time no see, Cliche, I didn't expect you to be alive.” Sirius said calmly.

Although I met an acquaintance, there was nothing in his voice to be happy about.

“Who is he?” Harry asked softly.

“Cleecher, a domestic elf serving the Black family.” Sirius paused for a moment, adding, "A crazy guy. ”

“Young master always likes to make little jokes. Cliche is not crazy. Cliche just didn't see three young owners.” The elf bowed down again to Evan, Harry and Hermione, and said in a very light but clear voice, "Cleecher smelled the mud. If the poor mistress knew underground, the young master would have gotten such scum into her house, what would she say to Old Cleecher? What a shame! ”

“Shut up, Cliche, and don't call them mudslides anymore.” Sirius shouted angrily.

“It doesn't matter! This little elf doesn't seem to know what he's talking about.” Hermione looked at Cleeche with fear, and she took a step forward, trying to say, “Hello, Cleeche! I'm Hermione Granger, this is Evan Mason, and this is Harry Potter. ”

Seeing Hermione speak to him again, Cliche's two light-colored eyes suddenly widened and the words in his mouth were more inflammatory than before.

“The son of a bitch brought back by the master actually talks to Cliche again and pretends like she's my friend. If the hostess of Cliche saw him with someone like that, oh, what would she say, think about it...”

“I say again, shut up, Cliche!” Sirius gnashed his teeth and said.

When Sirius ordered it, Cleecher immediately closed his mouth.

He came up from the dark lane, his eyes slid across Hermione, Evan and Harry, then his eyes opened wide and he began to whisper again.

“Is it true, is it really Harry Potter?! Cliche saw the scar, it must be true, the boy who stopped the black devil, Cliche doesn't know how he did it...”

“We all know what's going on.” Sirius spoke out loud.

“Cliché only knows that the Young Master has just returned from Azkaban.” Cliche's eyes turned back to Sirius, “My poor mistress, she swore not to recognize his son, now that he's back, he's said to be a murderer...”

“Sirius proved innocent, he didn't kill anyone, he's a hero now!” Hermione explained hastily.

“You don't have to tell him that!” Sirius stared very disgustingly at Criche, "he wouldn't listen, as he used to be, a shitty little family elf. ”

“How can the Young Master say that? Cliché has never done anything extraordinary. Cliché has merely obeyed his master's orders and worked for the noble Blake family all his life!” Cleecher bowed again, then lowered his voice and said, “Even if the young master didn't kill, he was a nasty, ungrateful nasty slag that broke his mother's heart...”

“My mother has no heart, Cliche. Sirius said ill-enthusiastically," She lives entirely on resentment. ”

“Anyway.” Cleeche muttered angrily, "Young master doesn't even deserve to rub the soles of his mother's shoes. My poor hostess, what would she say if she saw Young Master come back, how much she hated him! ”

“Enough, what are you hiding here for?” Sirius scornfully said, "Don't think I don't know, as soon as we get into this house, you'll find us. ”

“Cliche is guarding the last legacy of the Black family.” Cleeche bypasses Sirius and picks up the tapestry he just left on the ground. "The young master destroys it everywhere as soon as he returns. If this tapestry is thrown away, the mistress will never forgive Cleeche. He has been in this house for seven centuries. Cleeche must keep it. Cleeche must not let the young master and these three little bastards destroy the tapestry. ”