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Standing in the dark hall, Elwyn looked around curiously.
As the mansion of the Blake family, number 12 Grimmauld Square was a typical house of a pureblood Magus. Decorations could be seen everywhere, all of which had hundreds of years of history. If they were placed outside, they would definitely be priceless antiques.
In front of them was a long and narrow corridor, with no end in sight.
Directly across the hall was a decorative tree-shaped lamp, and not far away on a wobbly table was a candlestick in the shape of a large poisonous snake.
After the return of Lord Voldemort, this house was used as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. No one should be using it now, and naturally, it was not protected by magic. From the thick layer of dust around it, it could be seen that no one had been here for a long time.
Elwyn did not know why Sirius brought them here. Logically speaking, he should be full of hatred for this house. But he just mentioned that he wanted to come here to get a Christmas present for himself and Hermione. What would it be?!
"No one has lived here for more than ten years. We'd better hurry up and leave after we get the things," said Sirius in a low voice. He took the lead and walked into the hall.
A creaking sound came from the worn-out floorboards. In the old, empty house, it sounded especially creepy.
Elwyn did not know what they were going to get, but he knew that Slytherin's locket was kept here. If they could find it and destroy it, it should save a lot of trouble.
The locket should be kept in the room of Sirius's brother, Regulus. As for where it was, Elwyn did not know.
If there was a chance, he was ready to look for it.
Elwyn hurriedly followed Sirius's footsteps. Hermione could not help but hold his arm. Harry walked in front of them, his face a mixture of inexplicable nervousness and excitement.
In the dark, narrow corridor, they walked around a large umbrella stand that looked like it was made from a broken leg of a troll.
On the left side of the umbrella stand was a dark staircase, and the wall next to it seemed to be decorated with something.
Sirius did not go upstairs. Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione curiously moved closer to see the vague decoration hanging on the wall. Then, the three of them gasped at the same time. They saw a row of wrinkled heads gathered on the decorative board on the wall.
Then, they all took a cold breath. They saw a row of wrinkled heads gathered on the decorative board on the wall.
"I don't understand. This house looks like it belongs to the most evil of dark wizards," Harry whispered. "Why would Sirius's parents live here?"
"Do you still remember? Apart from Sirius, all the members of the Blake Family are from Slythrin Academy." Ivan replied in a low voice, "Think about their tastes and you should be able to understand."
"Why did they hang the house-elf's head on the wall?" Hermione's face was full of fear and confusion, with a hint of anger hidden within.
"They didn't hang it up. This should be the tradition of house elves. They serve a wizard family from birth until they are too old to work. Then they cut off their heads and hang them on the wall of their master's house as a decoration. To them, this is probably the most glorious thing. "
"I don't understand. This is the most ridiculous thing ever!" Hermione said hesitantly. "Dobby isn't like this …"
"He's different. He's different from the other house-elves." Elwyn patted Hermione's shoulder gently. "We'd better discuss this matter when we get back to school. I don't feel good here."
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Elwyn had a strong feeling that something was hiding in the house, spying on them in the dark.
But when he looked around, he saw nothing.
While the three of them were talking, Sirius didn't stop walking. His figure had already disappeared around the corner of the narrow corridor.
They hurriedly followed. Then, they walked past two long, worm-like curtains, which seemed to hide a door.
When Harry passed by, he curiously looked behind the curtains.
The next second, he couldn't help but take a few steps back. His face was full of panic, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
"There, there's a portrait inside, and on it …"
Elwyn turned his head. He saw that the curtains on the wall automatically slid to both sides, revealing what was hidden behind. On the wall, there was a portrait of an old lady with a fierce face.
Seeing Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione, the old lady screamed like a ghost. She waved her claw-like hands as if to scratch their faces.
"You bastards! Bitches! Get out of here! Who gave you permission to enter my ancestor's house? This is the Blake family … "
The old lady's expression was terrifying and ferocious. Just as Elwyn and the other two stood rooted to the ground, not knowing what to do, Sirius Black rushed back.
"Shut up, you scary old witch, shut up!" He roared as he tried to close the curtains again.
"You, you!" The old lady's face was pale. Her eyes widened as she looked at Sirius in disbelief. Then, she let out an even more shrill voice, "It's you, you prodigal son, the shame of the family, the unfilial son that I gave birth to! How dare you come back, you … "
"I said, shut up!" Sirius roared, and used all his strength to close the curtains.
The screams disappeared, followed by a lingering silence.
"Who is this?" Harry asked in a low voice, still looking frightened.
"My mother, I think you know her. She was like this when she was still alive." Sirius said with a straight face.
"She, she's yours …"
"Yes, my dear good mother." Sirius said, "Didn't I say it just now? This is my parents' house. They originally wanted to leave it to my brother, but I'm the only one left in the Blake family, so this house is now mine."
"Why are we here?" Elwyn asked.
"To get your and Hermione's Christmas presents." Sirius explained, "I've asked Lupin, Hagrid and the others about your hobbies. You and Hermione both like to read. The Blake family's library is in this house, and there are many magic books that are out of print. Many of them have been passed down in the Blake family for centuries, and can't be found outside. I think you'll be interested."
"Precious magic books?!" Elwyn was stunned.
Compared to the confused Harry and Hermione, he knew the value of these books.
Because he had asked Lihen Bookstore to collect magic books in this area, Elwyn knew the actual value of magic books very well.
The value of a magic book that was out of print was immeasurable and priceless.
These were the foundation of a pure-blood wizard family's inheritance. Unless it was absolutely necessary, no one would take them out. If there was no opportunity, outsiders would not have the chance to look at it.
The longer the wizard family's inheritance, the more valuable the magic books collected.
The history of the Blake family could be traced back to thousands of years ago. The most noble and ancient Blake family could be said to be one of the only remaining pure-blood wizard families in the world of magic today. Just thinking about their family's book collection, Elwyn was excited.
He wanted to go and take a look, but using these magic books as Christmas presents, was it too expensive?!
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