"Elwyn, how are you going to find that monster?" Sirius asked, looking around vigilantly.
"Of course I'll use my illusion. We can't walk there. I didn't do that just now because I don't want others to know that I can use my illusion." Elwyn said, pulling Sirius to a secluded corner. "Come on, I'll lead you!"
As soon as his voice fell, the two figures instantly disappeared, as if they had never appeared in that place.
A few seconds later, the two of them appeared in a messy, barren field.
Compared to the bustling commercial district, the surroundings were dead silent. The houses on both sides of the street looked gloomy, as if they were a thousand miles away.
Some of the houses had broken windows, which shone dimly under the reflection of the street lamps. The paint on many of the doors was peeling, and some of the front steps of the houses were piled with garbage.
In front of them was a very old house, just like the ancestral home of the Blake family at 12 Grimmauld Square.
"A family of pureblood sorcerers!" Sirius said disdainfully, staring at a huge statue in the middle of the yard.
It was a knight, and he was holding a sword high in his hand. Below the sword was the name of Charles the Bold, Duke of Burgundy.
He was the last independent Duke of Burgundy in history. He was very famous, and it seemed that the owner of the house was his descendant.
To be honest, the old house looked very uncomfortable. The dirty walls, the gloomy windows, and the most creepy thing was the sculpture of an owl on the outer wall. They maintained strange movements that ordinary people could not imagine, quietly watching the visitors.
A bedroom on the third floor had a broken window. No one had repaired it, and it looked like the most horrible haunted house.
It should be the old house of the oldest pureblood sorcerer family in Dijon that the bar owner had mentioned. Not long ago, its last mistress was found dead in her room, brutally murdered by the terrible owls.
Elwyn was puzzled. Why did the monster come here? What did it have to do with this pureblood sorcerer family?!
"I don't like this place!" Sirius muttered. "There's a strong evil aura in this house."
"I don't like it either, but the traces have disappeared here!" As Elwyn spoke, he took out his wand, "This house is protected by magic, which prevents me from sensing the monster. But it's definitely inside, let's go in and take a look … "
He and Sirius walked in. There was no need to knock because the door was wide open.
The monster that had just escaped seemed to know that Elwyn was chasing it, so it didn't even close the door. Or rather, it was deliberately waiting for Elwyn to come over.
On the ground, the seal of the French Ministry of Magic was rudely torn off and thrown into the hall, covered with dust.
"Be careful!" said Sirius, the tip of his wand glowing. "I'll take the lead!"
Elwyn nodded and followed Sirius over the threshold into the almost pitch-black hall.
He smelled a damp, dusty smell, as well as the sweet smell of rotting flesh, mixed with a hint of blood …
It was hard to imagine that someone had lived in this house not long ago.
This place gave off the feeling of an abandoned house. It was in a state of ruin, and things were thrown everywhere.
Perhaps it was the destruction caused by the Auror who came to investigate, or perhaps it had always been like this.
In the flickering light, Elwyn had a strange ominous feeling, as if they had walked into a house where someone was about to die.
He could feel that something was watching them, just in the darkness that could not be dispelled.
The polished carpet under their feet was soft, making them feel uneasy. They were worried that they would fall at any moment.
The two of them cautiously moved forward, but nothing happened. They had no idea where the monster had run off to.
After passing through the long, gloomy hall, Elwyn saw a large glass cabinet in the living room. Inside it was a large owl specimen. He had never seen such a large owl before …
No matter what angle he looked at it from, it was clear that the owner of this house had a special liking for owls.
His gaze continued to move forward. The wall behind the cabinet was filled with portraits that had darkened with age. The owners of the portraits were nowhere to be found, leaving only rows of empty picture frames.
The square picture frames were like coffins placed on the wall, imprisoning the souls of the past.
On both sides of the passage leading to the kitchen and dining room were the heads of crumpled house-elves.
They were densely packed together, and there seemed to be even more of them than the ones in the Blake family. They looked a bit like the walls in the basement of the Hogwarts' kitchen.
It looked very unpleasant. Imagine having hundreds of zombie house-elves staring at you while you were eating, some of them covered in some unknown, disgusting liquid …
After walking through this passage, Elwyn could not guarantee that he would still have any appetite.
If the last owner of this house did not have a hobby of collecting house-elves' heads, then it proved that the pure-blooded Sorcerer family that once lived here was very prominent and had a long history. They also had the ability to have dozens of house-elves at the same time, which was quite rare even among pure-blooded Sorcerer families.
Of course, this was all in the past. Now it was just a big, empty house.
"Where are we going?" Sirius stopped in front of the stairs and looked around. "I think it's best not to split up."
"Upstairs, I want to see the room on the third floor first!" Elwyn said, pointing upwards.
It was the scene of a murder. Perhaps they would find something that no one else had noticed, and find out why the owl monster killed the owner of this house.
Elwyn and Sirius walked up the dark stairs, avoiding some dangerous looking Black Magic items.
There was only one door on the top floor. Sirius waved his wand, and the doorknob of the bedroom turned automatically, and the door was opened.
Suddenly, the cold night wind rushed in, facing them was the big broken window, the gray curtains fluttering in the wind.
Elwyn smelled the pungent smell of blood, mixed with the blowing wind, it was very uncomfortable.
Sirius walked in, and suddenly stopped. "Elwyn, you better not come in, you won't like it here."
"What's wrong?" Elwyn followed into the room.
Then he saw, in front of him, the room was splattered with blood everywhere. On the ground, on the surrounding walls, and on the high ceiling, there were dark brown spots everywhere, exuding the stench of blood and infinite fear ….
It was not hard to imagine the scene, that owl-person was definitely a pervert.
It seemed to have used something to smash the victim into minced meat, and then tossed her body in the room.
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