Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“This guy is a problem, you shouldn't have agreed to let her in!” Sirius whispered to Ivan.

At that time, they had just finished searching the room and were walking down the stairs.

“I know, but at the same time, she's the pride of the French Ministry of Magic, not letting her follow her. Are you going to do it, tie her up here? Or did you knock it out and throw it in that bed? Don't you really have that hobby?” Ivan questioned, looking at Sirius, "and after catching the owl monster, she had to deal with the trouble. ”

“Okay, but if she drags her legs back, I suggest it's best...”

“Gentlemen, whispering is not a gentleman's style, and since we are now in a cooperative relationship, we should...” Elena paused and tried to find a vocabulary, "yes, we should be honest with each other and have no reservations about each other. Are you two from England? What's his name? ”

“Yes, we're from England. My name is Ivan Mason.” Ivan said, "This is Sirius Black. ”

“God, Sirius Black, I've heard your name and those stories.” Elena was amazed to say that she couldn't believe looking at Sirius, "did you really spend thirteen years in Azkaban for an unwarranted crime?! ”

The atmosphere was a bit dull, a topic Sirius did not want to mention, and he did not answer, but Elena continued.

“I was your admirer, and I bought all the articles on the market about you, all the things you did for your friend James Potter and his son Harry, tracked down the Death Eater, and went to Azkaban to atone.” Elena said, looking at Sirius, “I think these behaviors are noble and courageous. Normally people can't do it, you...”

“I'm not as noble as you say, because my stupidity led to the death of James and Lily, and then I deserved all that. Sirius said," Now shut up and keep quiet. You're affecting me! ”

“Has he always been so horrible?” Elena whispered to Ivan, pulling open the distance from Sirius.

“He doesn't usually do that. He's probably not good with girls.” Evan said, changing the subject, "Miss Lorraine, what do you have on this case? Why are you alone? ”

“Forget it, the ministry doesn't give a shit about this. They put all their energy into Paris, not in a small city like Dillon, and I'm the only one who insists on investigating.” The case is complicated, "Elena said," and I think it's an opportunity to prove myself, not in Paris. Before you came, I had searched the house, and I did find something terrible. ”

“What is it? ”

“Well, how can I say, the last owner of this house, Mary, she seems to have a unique taste, and I found hundreds of cathead bodies in the pantry downstairs, all peeled and thrown there...”

Hundreds of fleshy owl bodies piled up in a tiny room, which is really purgatory.

This confirms Ivan's guess that the black magic he saw on the wall had this process.

Mary, the owner of this house, could be the owl monster, who killed herself, gave her life to the devil, turned into a terrible monster, and those owls were the medium of her choice.

Perhaps she took the feathers off them and transplanted them to herself with magic, one at a time, in the dark...

In that case, the next step is the owl's soul, and there's a lot of this stuff out there at Fort Owl.

Now the question is, where is that monster?

And the woman in the mirror, Yalianna, what is her real purpose?!

In the darkness, the three returned to the ground floor and arrived in front of a passageway filled with the heads of the elves.

“The woman who appeared in the mirror told you what was hidden in these heads?” Elena says she just found out about it from Ivan, "I didn't think of that. It looks disgusting. ”

“It's disgusting indeed!” Ivan nodded and looked at a dried-up, family-bred elf head with that ugly big nose on it.

He must admit that hiding inside is a wonderful idea.

Maybe he should go back under the Hogwarts kitchen and check those heads...

“When the little elves died, the habit of hanging their heads on the walls was said to have originated in the ancient Blake family and was later adopted by other pureblood wizards, who continued to dominate the entire European magic world.” Sirius said sarcastically, "Looks like one of my ancestors really made an incredible contribution to the progress of the magic world, one, two, three... the eighth on the left, should be this guy. ”

This is a brown-skinned, home-bearing elf who seemed ill before his life, had some kind of mutation, and his whole face was deformed, and a lot of places even started to rot, staring at the bulb's big eyes.

Like a leprosy patient, it looks extraordinarily uncomfortable.

“Let me do the dirty work!” Sirius said, breaking his mouth open before walking up and looking inside.

Elena looked at Sirius with a semi-surprised, semi-appreciated look, watching him reach into the elf's mouth and take a vial of dark red blood out of a sticky, oily liquid and hand it to Ivan.

Ivan opened the bottle and smelled it, thick smell of blood.

He's not a vampire, he can't tell if it's unicorn, white lion and phoenix blood or anything.

But it doesn't matter, now that we have this thing, there are no more valuable clues in this house.

Ivan and Sirius and Elena talked about it, and the three of them went straight to Fort Owl outside the city.

Just now, Ivan saw a huge, shady black contour above the distant valley.

This is a huge castle built entirely of black and brown stones, looking down like a giant beast.

Unlike Hogwarts, the castle is built on a hill and makes full use of the terrain to carve it into an indestructible military fortress.

At this moment, the castle is surrounded by desolate, deathly silent, nothing but black stones on the ground.