Allen summoned the house elf, Maggie.
Maggie appeared in front of Sirius in a neat and clean uniform. She was as beautiful as a little angel as she looked at Allen gently and bowed.
Sirius couldn't help but think of his own Kreacher. They were both elves, but why was there such a big difference?
"Maggie, move these books to the room in Aunt Josephine's manor, then come back and report to me," Allen said gently, stroking Maggie's head.
Maggie blinked her big, wet eyes and understood tacitly. She immediately turned into a book mover.
"Alright, let's go to the second room," Blake looked at Maggie who was working seriously and left the room with mixed feelings.
As soon as he walked through the door, huge chests were stacked neatly.
He casually opened a chest and it was sparkling with gold.
If he hadn't seen this before, Allen might have been dazzled by the gold coins and lost his composure in front of Blake.
Blake looked at the still calm Allen in surprise and clicked his tongue in wonder.
At such a young age, he was calm in the face of money and had an extraordinary bearing.
Chests of different sizes were filled with gold coins from different eras, filling the room to the brim.
Some of the gold coins in the chests had a historical value that far exceeded the amount they represented.
"Now, they're yours," Blake said with a smile. He admired Allen's performance just now.
For Allen who had the Magic Stone, these gold coins were nothing to him.
Moreover, the treasures obtained in Clark Manor were many times more precious and rare than these.
However, Allen still nodded and said, "Alright, they're mine now."
Blake turned to leave, but Allen stopped him again.
"Blake, to thank you for keeping your promise and for our victory this time, I'll give these gold coins to you."
Blake's face was full of surprise. There was actually someone who would give up such a large fortune?
Could it be because Allen was young and didn't know the charm of money?
"Allen, such a large fortune can support you to do a lot of things. It can help you climb to the top in any field of magic. "
"Of course I know, Mr. Blake, but I believe that with my own abilities, it's not difficult to earn this money."
Allen said with incomparable confidence, but it made Blake feel that his words were not impulsive and that he was speaking the truth.
After a pause, Allen advised again, "Mr. Blake, think about Harry. Although he has the assets left behind by his parents, the amount is not enough to support him in the future. Don't you want to provide the best living environment? Don't you want to pave the way for him? "
At the mention of Harry, Blake was silent for a while, and sincerely thanked Allen, "Well, thank you for your generosity. If you need it in the future, you can come here at any time and take it away."
With the support of these funds, his and Harry's life in the future would be much better.
After all, the charm of capital was something that few people could resist.
Without a trace of reluctance, Allen took the lead and walked out of the room.
The last room was also the room that Allen looked forward to the most – the room where the collection of antiques was stored.
In this room, there were rows and rows of treasures.
Going out of the shockingly large jewels, Allen also saw all kinds of unknown materials – well, stones!
There were ghastly portraits, strange liquids with unknown effects, evil and ferocious masks, skulls that looked like they were carved out of wax, gears of various shapes and sizes, and equipment with unknown functions …
In some transparent jars, Allen also saw well-preserved hearts that were still dripping with blood, fresh and juicy brains, and eyeballs.
These organs seemed to belong to humans!
Allen did not understand what kind of hobby was this, to want to store these things here.
Could it be that these treasured organs came from a famous magus?
Just like the Muggle World that preserved Einstein's brain?
Sirius noticed Allen's gaze and shrugged, "I don't understand these things, maybe it was collected by some senseless elder."
Blake felt that there was nothing more horrifying in the world than an elder who chopped off an elf's head and hung it on the wall.
Just as Allen was sizing up the dark magi's collection, which was full of eerie and terrifying aura, Maggie appeared in front of him.
The elf's face was flushed, and her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. After bowing deeply to Allen, she looked at Allen with anticipation.
"Maggie, you're really fast. You've worked hard. Please also move the collection in this room to the other room in the manor, "Allen gently said as he wiped away the sweat on Maggie's forehead.
The little fellow was so excited that her whole body trembled. For a house elf, being praised and treated gently by her master was the happiest thing in the world.
She immediately wanted to complete the task Allen had given her.
Allen hurriedly pulled her back and repeatedly reminded her, "Some of the collections here may be dangerous, you must be careful."
Maggie earnestly listened to Allen's instructions, her eyes moist and her heart full of gratitude. She looked at Allen with eyes full of respect and trust.
Blake looked at this scene and could not help but snort coldly. Look at other people's elves, why didn't his own Kreacher have such a good performance?
The happy house-elf shuttled back and forth in the room like a butterfly among flowers, lighting up the gloomy and gloomy secret room.
Allen smiled with relief and turned his head to continue studying the collections on the shelves.
"Ah!" Maggie suddenly let out a sharp cry.
Then, the sound of metal falling to the ground entered Allen's ears.
Allen was shocked and hurriedly ran over to check.
Maggie did not look too good. In fact, she really did not feel good.
She felt the torches above her head spinning, and the dizziness was like the waves of the sea, wave after wave.
She wondered if she had left the ground. All the items in the room seemed to be flying above her head.
She wanted to shout, but her voice was stuck in her throat.
Even the most gentle master was flying in front of her.
Even so, Maggie, who was devoted to her master, still caught the panic and worry in Allen's eyes.
She wanted to open her mouth and comfort Allen, but she could not make any sound. She could not even control her limbs.
Allen looked at the culprit that had fallen to the ground. It was a simple longsword.
Allen used a levitation spell to make the sword hover in front of him and carefully examine it.
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