Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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Viewed from the street, Black's ancestral house has a black-painted door covered with scratches, and the silver door handle is a large snake.

There is no keyhole on the door, and no mailbox, but there is a doorbell.

"Sure enough, there are restrictions."

After walking a few steps forward, Klein found the clue.

This should be the defense mechanism of Black's Ancestral House-like a mirage, you can clearly see every detail, and even feel it is right in front of your eyes.But it is not possible for the owner of the house or without the permission of the owner of the house to walk to the dark gate.

"Well, this is a problem."

There was a pensive look on his face, but his eyes kept looking at Klein. Dumbledore touched his gray beard, his expression of hatred became obvious.

The critical time has come, lad, if you have any magical powers, just use it~

"Professor, you have changed. You didn't let me take the initiative to cast spells before."

Muttering, Klein raised the elderberry wand.

He began to wonder in his heart whether he had acted too harmlessly.

or.......

Dumbledore's psychological endurance has risen to a new level after many exercises, so he can be so relieved that he has no defense at all?

Many thoughts flashed in my mind, but the movements on my hands did not stop.

The tip of the wand was flashing white light, and Klein gave a few flicks, and the old Black House in front of him was rippled like a lake.

"This is a "confusion curse" in another sense.

Although it can be destroyed with more powerful magical violence, we are uninvited guests after all. The Black family also has heirs...

So, let this ancient family keep some of the last face."

Klein smiled and put away his wand.

"Okay, the ban has expired."

To use a more vivid analogy, he deceived the defense system of the Black House, causing the old House to mistake him and Dumbledore as members of the Black family.

They are Trojan horse viruses disguised as harmless files.

"Thanks for your hard work, I will ask you to eat "Zizi Sweet Honey Stick" when I go back."

Dumbledore didn't doubt that he was there. He strode to the door and looked at Klein. He pondered for a second, and finally decided to visit the house in a relatively polite way.

If it doesn't work, consider another method...

The old man stretched out his hand and shook the doorbell, waiting patiently for the response from the house-even if all the members of the Black family were dead, there should be house elves guarding such an old family here.

"Jingling bell, Jingling bell."

The doorbell made a murmur of movement, as if rust had formed inside.

Inside the house

The portrait of Mrs. Walburga Black suddenly opened her eyes and screamed like an old cat.

"Kreacher, Kreacher, you slacker, where are you dead? A guest is visiting the noble Black family!"

With a "swish", the house elves with bloodshot eyes and fleshy noses appeared "transformed".His insult to Mrs. Walbuga Black seemed unheard of, but he respectfully bent down his already rickety waist and spoke in a low voice.

"Yes, Madam, Kreacher, the permanent servant of the Black family, will go and see."

He was talking, but Kreacher was a little nervous.There was anxiety in his bloodshot eyes, and the nails of his hands pierced into the bark-like skin.

who can that be?

Who has found the great, noble, ancestral home of the Black family!

Could it be...

A rebellious figure flashed in his mind, Kreacher gritted his teeth.Novel Baby Novel Network www.xiaoshuowa.com

Could it be that shameful traitor, Sirius who betrayed the great and noble Black family?

Feeling very anxious, Kreacher moved to the door like a snail.Moving on to the step stool, he could see the visitors outside through the crystal ball.

One old and one young, the old look a bit familiar.

"Stranger, not a member of the Black family!"

Kreacher's breathing was suddenly rushed.

It's not Sirius, it's not Sirius. In this case, how did the old and the young get to the door? How dare they stand in front of the noble Black family!

"Oh? Someone is there."

There was a glimmer of brilliant blue eyes, Klein scratched his eyebrows with his finger tail.

"But he doesn't seem to want to open the door for us."

I was surprised that Klein's eyes could even see through the wooden door blessed by magic, Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, and he said solemnly.

"Hello, this is Albus Dumbledore. I am here to visit the Black family. Would you please open the door."

There was no response from the door, and the corners of Klein's mouth raised slightly.

There was a saying that it was him who wanted to change. He didn't open the door when he heard the words "open the door, my fellow villagers, the community sends warmth".

"Go away...Strangers...This is not where you should be..."

After a while, there was movement in the door, perhaps because of Dumbledore's name, the voice became visibly tense.

"I......"

Dumbledore seemed to want to say something, but Klein interrupted when he spoke.

"Principal, let me come."

The house elves are all stubborn tendons, and it is difficult to communicate with them in the way of being with humans. Klein stepped forward, his expression constricted.

He did not speak, and directly held the door handle like a giant snake.

"Ok?"

This means to be a "bad guy".

Dumbledore gave a wry smile, but did not stop it.

"Om!"

The electric light shook, and the green-edged robe on Klein's body was windless and automatic!

The wizards of the Black family do have two brushes, and the defensive magic is quite powerful, but Klein's expression is not fluctuating. In this magical and magical confrontation, he easily gained the upper hand.

"Squeak~"

But within a minute or two, he unscrewed the doorknob directly.

"roll!!!!"

The magical defense of the house itself didn't work, Kreacher decided to do it himself and kill the intruders who had trespassed on Black's old house.However, his magic fell on the opponent's young man, as if a mud cow entered the sea, unable to even turn up the slightest waves.

Kreacher was dumbfounded and screamed.

"It's impossible, who are you, who are you, who are you!"

"I?"

Klein raised his head as he patted the dusty robe.

"Introduce yourself, Klein Grindelwald, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Slytherin College, second grade."

"Step! Step! Step!"

Hearing this answer, Kreacher took three steps back and forth, his eyes filled with deep despair, and his big eyes seemed to be bleeding.

He is a house elf and a natural spellcaster. He has lived for so many years, and he has never seen a more evil existence than the boy before him.