Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Evan, how are you going to find that monster?” Sirius asked, looking around with vigilance.

“It's phantom shaping, of course, and we can't go walking, and not doing that just now is not about letting anyone else know that I'm phantom shaping.” Ivan said, pulling Sirius to a remote corner where no one is, "come on, I'll lead you! ”

His voice had just fallen, and two shadows instantly disappeared from the spot, as if they had never appeared there.

A few seconds later, two people appeared on a turbulent, barren lawn.

Compared to the bustling commercial neighborhood just now, the surrounding area is generally quiet, the doors on both sides of the street are gloomy, and a pair of rejects look thousands of miles away.

The windows of some houses were broken, the light flashed in the streetlight, paint peeled off many doors, and garbage piled up outside the front door steps of several households.

In front of them is an ancient large house, like the ancestral home of the Blake family at 12 Grimo Square.

“The pureblood wizard family!” Sirius disdainfully said, staring at a huge statue in the center of the yard.

It was a knight who was raising the sword in his hand from above, marked with the bold Charlie of the Duke of Burgundy.

This is the last independent Duke of Burgundy in history, with a distinguished reputation, and it seems that the owner of the house should be his descendant.

To be honest, this old house looks uncomfortable, with dirty walls, shady windows and, most creepy, sculpted owl statues on the exterior walls that hold strange moves unimaginable to ordinary people and quietly stare at visitors.

The window of a bedroom on the third floor was shattered and no one repaired it, and it was like one of the most horrible haunted houses.

It should be the old house of the oldest pureblood wizard family in Dillon, as the bar owner called it, and not long ago its last hostess was found dead in her own room, brutally murdered by a horrible owl man.

Ivan was wondering why the monster came here and what does it have to do with this pureblood wizard family?!

“I don't like this place!” Sirius mutters, “there is a strong evil smell in this house. ”

“I don't like it either, but the marks are gone here!” Ivan said, "Take out the wand,“ and the house was magically protected, blocking my sense of the monster. But it must be in there, let's go inside and see... ”

He and Sirius walked in without knocking because the door was open.

The monster who just escaped seemed to know Ivan was chasing it, had nothing to do with the door, or was waiting for Ivan on purpose.

On the ground, the seal of the French Ministry of Magic was rudely torn off and thrown in the hall, which was covered in dust.

“Be careful!” Sirius said that the end of the wand glowed, "I walked ahead! ”

Ivan nodded and followed Sirius across the threshold into an almost pitch-black hall.

He smelled the wet, grey puffy smell and a sweet rotten obscurity with a hint of blood on it...

It's hard to imagine that this house was inhabited a short time ago.

This place feels like an abandoned, empty house, broken inside, thrown everywhere.

Perhaps the damage caused by the previous Arrogants when they came to investigate could have been the same.

In the twitching light, Ivan created a strange sense of scandal, as if they had walked into a dying house.

He can feel that something is watching them, right there in the undisputed darkness.

At the foot, the polished carpet stepped on to the soft side, making people very uncomfortable and worried about when it would fall.

They were both cautious, but nothing happened, and the monster didn't know where he was going.

Through the long shady hall, Ivan sees a large glass cabinet in the living room with a giant owl specimen that he has never seen before...

From either angle, it is clear that the owner of this house has a passion for owls.

His gaze continued forward, and the wall behind the cabinet was filled with skewed portraits that had become dark over time. The owners of the portraits did not know where they had gone, leaving only a row of empty photo frames.

The square frame is like a coffin placed on a wall, holding the soul of the past.

On both sides of the aisle leading to the kitchen and dining room are wrinkled little elf heads.

They line up densely and look more like Blake's, sort of like the wall in the Hogwarts kitchen basement.

This looks so unpleasant. Imagine, when you eat, hundreds of elves and zombies face you, some with unknown, disgusting liquids...

Through this passage, Ivan has a hard time guaranteeing his appetite.

If the last owner of the house does not have a family spirit brain collection habit, it proves that the pureblood wizard family that used to live here is very illustrious, has a long history, and has the ability to have dozens of family wizards at the same time, which is also quite rare in the pureblood wizard family.

Of course, it's all in the past, and now it's an empty big house.

“Where are we going?” Sirius stopped in front of the stairs and looked around, "I thought it best not to move separately. ”

“Upstairs, I want to see that room on the third floor first!” Ivan said, pointing up.

That's the scene of the murder, and you might find something that no one else noticed, knowing why the owl monster killed the owner.

Ivan and Sirius walk up dark stairs, avoiding some seemingly dangerous dark magic objects.

On the top floor there is only one door, Sirius waves its wand, the bedroom door handle rotates automatically and the door is opened.

Suddenly, a cold night breeze poured in, pointing right at them, the big broken window, the grey curtains floating against the wind.

Ivan smelled stinging blood, mixed in the wind, making people uncomfortable.

Sirius walked in and paused again, “Evan, you better not come in. You won't like it here. ”

“What's the matter?” Irwin followed him into the room.

Then he saw that the room in front of him was covered with blood stains. On the ground, on the surrounding walls, and on high ceilings, there are dark brown spots everywhere, with bloody smells and unlimited fear...

Imagine that the owl man was absolutely a pervert.

It seemed to smash the victim alive with something, smash her into pieces, and then flip her body in the room.

“It was done by that monster, and I witnessed it kill poor old Mary in the most primitive and brutal way, the last owner of the house, the last heir of this ancient family.” A voice sounds unseen, "I know, it is a curse that will kill all the descendants of the Duke of Burgundy, it will avenge, and it will cause all to die. Besides, it's not over. The family's dead. It's everyone else's turn! ”