Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This is an old residential area with a low tone, full of weeds and mottled wall ash.

But the chaotic lights showed that many people were still living here, and the scattered light and shadow scattered in the pre-dawn darkness, looking a bit depressing.

Until approaching, Maca discovered that the lights were mostly flashing street lights, and a small amount of light leaking from the gaps in the curtains.

Looking around, indistinctly, there are chimneys and TV antennas everywhere.

????"just in front."

When they passed a small square of weeds with messy canopies, Black pointed forward.

The houses here, no matter how big or small, all have a dirty appearance.The windows of some houses are broken, and there is a piece of black in it, and it is hard to see anything.

The bright paint that had long been lost was peeling off the doors, and a lot of rubbish piled up on the steps ahead.

"You haven't been home in 12 years." Maca couldn't help but say.

But Black shook his head, and he said, "It takes longer than you think."

12 Grimandi Street, an old house that has been torn down by time.When Maca saw it, it was as broken as the surrounding houses.

The windows are mostly broken, the thick doors are covered with vines, there are no keyholes, and no letterbox seams.

The silver carved door handle has been twisted and deformed, and it looks like a small snake fixed to broken wood.

Looking up, you can see that spiders are entrenched in the corner, trying to catch some delicious flying insects.

The whole area near the root of the wall was damp, and the gray moss was covered with moss, and it was as smooth as Blake's collar.

Ok!In fact, Maca will recall that terrible touch when she looks at it now.

Blake stretched out his wand and knocked on the door.After hearing a few dull, metallic clicks from both sides, a burst of hinge sound followed.

The door broke free of the vines and opened creakingly.

"No one's time is too long, there must be some messy things set up inside...Don't just go around." Black said, "Follow me."

Maca followed Black and walked into the dark hall. Suddenly, a sweet scent mixed with moisture came over her face-it was the smell of wood decayed.

The floor creaked, breaking the silence here.

Blake waved his magic wand casually, and with a soft hissing sound, all the old-fashioned steam lamps on the walls were lit up, casting a flickering, very unstable light on the broken wallpaper around, and A long, shabby carpet was illuminated.

Right above the carpet, a tree-shaped decorative lamp covered with spider webs was shining, and there were old, blackened portraits hanging on the swollen wooden wall.

To be honest, this decadent appearance is really not as good as not looking at it.

Without a word, Black took Maca through a pair of long, worm-covered door curtains, and bypassed a huge umbrella stand that looked like a few giant legs.

Then they walked up a carved wooden staircase with handrails.

On the wall on the side of the stairs, there is a shield-shaped family crest.

The coat of arms is generally black, with a mountain shape as the main body and a sword as the base between the two stars. The whole body is silver, and there are two greyhounds leaping up on both sides.

And just below the magnificent family crest, the rows of shrunken head-like objects that are pasted on the wall as decoration are particularly an eye-catcher.

That is the head of the house elves of the Black family for generations. Whenever there are elves who are too old to handle the plate, they will chop off their heads as decorations for the host's house.

For the house elves, this seems to be an honor.

"...I heard that this is the first idea your family came up with?" Maca said, looking at the row of things.

"Yes, my Aunt Eladora." Black said with a sneer, and he didn't want to talk any more. "Come here."

Maca followed Black all the way to the door of a certain room, but unexpectedly, a small figure suddenly appeared in front of the door, blocking their way.

"Look who Kreacher saw? The son who was not the mistress's son came back from Azkaban... Oh! My poor mistress, what would she say if she saw this house now? A fugitive came back? I have been cursing that he is not his own son, but he has returned, and they all said he was a murderer—"

This is an elderly house elf, except that he tied a string of dirty mice around his waist, he was almost naked.

The drooping skin makes it look like it is wearing a large dress. Although it is bare and hairless like other house elves, it has a lot of white eyebrows from above its huge, bat-like eyes. Came out.

Its eyes are bloodshot, moist and gray, and its flesh-colored nose is as large as other elves, or more appropriately-like a dead Flobber caterpillar.

The little elf seemed to have not noticed the existence of the two of them-it just humbled its back and head down, standing stubbornly in front of the door.

The muttering it made was hoarse and deep in his breath, like a bullfrog purring non-stop.

"Kreacher?" A flash of surprise flashed in Black's eyes, but then it turned into disgust, "Unexpectedly, everyone is dead, but you are still alive."

At this moment, Old Kreacher raised his head slightly and glanced at Black, but he dropped again in the next second.

Then, it bowed deeply, and its big nose was almost touching the ground.

Kreacher said vaguely: "How can Kreacher die? If Kreacher is dead, who else can continue to look after the house of the mistress?"

"But it's getting dark all the time, this is a dirty ghost place!" Sirius said.

"The master always likes his little jokes," Kreacher bowed again and continued to whisper. "The master is a dirty, uncomfortable pig. He hurt his mother's heart—"

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius called out suddenly, "she allowed herself to live out of pure things."

When Blake spoke, Kreacher bowed again, as if it had become a reflex.

"No matter what the master says," it muttered angrily. "The master doesn't deserve to wipe his mother's boots, oh! My poor mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher continue to serve him? Hate the master, how disappointing he is—"

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you, get out of there!" Black shouted.

Kreacher subconsciously moved aside two steps.

Black snorted coldly and walked past it, but it still kept mumbling something bad.

When Maca was about to move forward with Black, Kreacher suddenly raised his voice a little—though that was still not very noticeable.

"Oh! Where did the kid come from... It was brought by the master, a dirty hairy boy, he is going to enter the family library... This is out of order..."

"However, you did not complete the task that your young master left you." Maca glanced at Kreacher and said calmly.

It was such a fluttering sentence from Maca that caused Kreacher to suddenly raise his head. It stared at Maca's face and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"...Come in quickly, don't talk nonsense with it, it won't listen." Black's voice came from the room.

Maca responded.

"I'll come back to deal with the locket in another day. Remember to open the door for me." He whispered a word to Kreacher, and then walked in quickly.

"Only these books-are they really helpful to Harry?"

In the library full of various bookshelves, Black put a thick stack of magic books on the wooden table, splashing dust.

The book and the wooden table are as dirty, and Blake is not in the mood to pay attention to anything.

"Of course, at least I can be sure-Voldemort left Harry with a soul problem." Maca explained, "That's what Professor Dumbledore said."

Although the collection of books in Hogwarts library is one of the few in the world, there are always some books that can only be found in the wizard family.

For example, these are placed in front of Maca's eyes.

"Then put them away and leave here quickly! I hate this house, whether it was before or now—"

...

In school recently, Ron has become a celebrity, and everyone is paying more attention to him than to Harry.

Ron encountered such treatment for the first time in his life, and he obviously liked this remarkable experience.

Although he was still in shock because of the events that happened that night, as long as someone asked, he would excitedly tell others about the night, adding many exaggerated details.

"...I was asleep at the time, but I heard the sound of tearing things, I think I was dreaming, you know. But there was another cool breeze... I woke up immediately, and then I found out, One side of the curtain by the bed was torn off... I turned over and saw him standing in front of me with my own eyes!"

"He is like a skeleton, with a lot of dirty hair! He is holding a long knife, I think it must be 40 inches long..."

After a while, when he finished speaking, the second-year girls who had been listening to his creepy story talked to each other and dispersed.

"But why?" Ron suddenly turned his head and asked Harry, "Why did he run?"

To be honest, Harry was also wondering about it.

Black went to the wrong bed, why not kill Ron and then continue to look for Harry?

Twelve years ago, Black’s behavior showed that he did not care about killing innocent people. This time he faced five unarmed boys, four of whom were still asleep.

"Could it be that Maca's guess at the time was reasonable?" Harry suddenly had such an idea.

But Ron shook his head.

"If you want me to see, he must know that if I wake up and wake everyone up, it will be very difficult for him to get out of the castle!" He guessed, "To go back through the hole in the portrait, he must kill the whole courtyard People! Maybe you might meet a teacher!"