Surrounded by tall, crumbling houses on all sides, in the middle of a small, dilapidated square, a Gate to Another World appeared out of thin air. Five figures appeared in Grimoire Square, and the surrounding Muggles turned a blind eye to this strange phenomenon.
Allen ordered the fully-armed death knight Lynch, who was clad in a black metallic armor and a half Viking mask, behind him. "Lynch, bring your men and wait outside."
"I understand." Lynch ordered himself and the other two Death Knights to guard the front yard openly. The surrounding Muggles could only feel the gloomy aura when they passed by.
Seeing Hermione's inquisitive gaze on him, Allen explained, "This is Blake's ancestral home. Most of the pureblood families have traps and alarms against undead creatures or other dark creatures. It's not polite for Sirius to bring them in directly …" Allen explained to Hermione beside him. "Did you bring the things?"
"They're all inside. Do you want to drink now?" Hermione patted her little pouch. "I chose sugar-free ones."
"Alright, let's go then." Having said that, Allen took the lead and walked up the stone steps. He knocked on the front door with his wand. They waited patiently for a while, only to hear a series of metal clanking and the clattering of chains. Then, the building moved to two sides, and the additional door creaked open. Sirius appeared in front of the door with a gloomy and somewhat excited face.
"Allen, you're finally here!" Sirius could not wait to pull Allen. "I've been waiting for you for half a semester before you're willing to come to me!"
Allen was a little annoyed at Sirius' tone which could easily be misunderstood by Hermione. He took a step to the side and avoided Sirius' pull. Hermione, who was standing behind him, appeared in front of Sirius.
"Hermione?" Sirius nodded at Hermione in astonishment and looked at Allen. "Didn't you ask me to keep it a secret? Why did you bring Hermione with you? "
Allen stared at Hermione and glared at the black-haired sorcerer. "Sirius, think before you speak …"
"Alright, alright. Good evening, Hermione ~" After greeting Hermione, Sirius thought of Klitscher, the house elf in his house, who believed that wizards were "purebred". Ignoring Klitscher's betrayal and ignoring him for a long time, he turned around and yelled into the house like Madam Molly, "Klitscher, you're not allowed to come out. Hide well!"
"Come in and talk." Sirius stepped aside and made an inviting gesture. After Allen and the rest walked in, the door was closed with a bang.
Old-fashioned gas lamps came on at once, and the porch was a long hallway with peeling wallpaper, threadbare rugs, gas lamps, and a cobweb chandelier and candelabra in the shape of a giant serpent.
There were some portraits on the wall that had turned black due to the passage of time, but the portrait of Mrs. Wolbuga Blake, who had been permanently stuck on the wall, had been moved to another room along with the brick wall behind it. Otherwise, if she was woken up, she would scream in the most terrifying voice and curse everyone around her. She would try her best to wake up the people in the portraits and make them scream too. Most of the decorations in the porch were snake patterns, but there was also an umbrella stand made from a troll's leg. The Tonks used to accidentally knock it over and wake up Mrs. Blake whenever they came here.
They went up a staircase to the living room on the second floor. The dim light illuminated the long foyer, making it look strange. The heads of the house elves cast strange shadows on the stairs. Even though Hermione already knew about the customs of the Blake Family and their years of growth, she still found it hard to accept. Allen hugged her and gave Hermione a hug before they continued to walk.
"Watch your step. That bastard Creech always receives some crazy orders from my mother's portrait, making the house that Mr. Skillful Hands has just tidied up dirty again." Sirius frowned in disgust, snorted, and complained, "Allen, the house elves who betray their masters have no value. You actually want such a thing? Mr. Skillful Hands' golems are much more obedient and useful than the ugly house elves! "
Just as Sirius finished speaking and Hermione tried to express her ideas, under the blue light of the gas lamp, the screams of Mrs. Blake, who was in one of the rooms on the stairs, resounded throughout the house. "Mud bastard! Filthy thing! Scum! How dare you defile my ancestor's house — "
"Creech! He must have told the old witch. " Sirius roared and rushed to his mother's room, where he had moved his mother's portrait.
"Sirius, it's okay. I don't care. Creech's brain is not normal. He doesn't know what he's doing. Don't punish him!" Hermione hurriedly shouted from behind, her eyes full of worry.
"This ugly thing knows what he's doing! He did it on purpose. " Sirius's voice was full of disgust. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of Sirius and his mother cursing each other. "Shut up, old witch. You're dead and you still won't stop!"
"Beast, slut, filthy and sinful bastard, mongrel, freak, ugly, get out of here!" The old lady screamed desperately, one after another, as if she was being tortured. It was hair-raising.
"Put away your crazy pure-blooded theory, stupid idiot," Sirius scolded disdainfully.
"You idler and ungrateful, dirty bastard …" The door slammed shut, and the quarrel between Sirius and Mrs. Blake's portrait came to an abrupt end.
"Don't worry, Hermione. This is how the mother and son communicate. They use this method to maintain their relationship and vent their emotions." "That's how their family is. The most annoying portrait in the Hogwarts headmaster's office, Phineas Nigellus Black, who is also the most unpopular headmaster in history, cares a lot about his apparently annoying great-grandson." Hermione looked at Alan, who was sitting across from Hermione with a worried look on her face.
Not long after, Sirius walked over, followed by Mr. Skillful Hands. They picked up some of the decorations, clothes, and even vegetables that Creech had thrown around.
"Hmm? Why didn't you go in? Don't be shy. Treat this as your own home. " Sirius shook his head. Just as Allen had said, he looked much more relaxed. He beckoned Allen and Hermione into the once gorgeous and exquisite living room.
With Mr. Skillful Hands taking care of him, Sirius was even less willing to pay attention to the house elves. Moreover, as a bachelor, his niece, Tonks, and Lupin had established a relationship, so the only people he communicated with in this old house were the portraits of Blake's family, especially his mother's portrait. Harry had to wait until the Hogwarts holidays to come over.
Mr. Skillful Hands, who was ignorant of the complicated thoughts and emotions of humans, dutifully continued to clean up the room on the first floor, his long arms quickly tidying up everything he encountered along the way.
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