Chapter 242: Nobler and Older than Blake

Zhang Xiao walked up the broken stone steps and looked at the house that suddenly appeared.

The black paint on the heavy door was peeling off, and it was covered with scratches on the left and right.

The handle is made of silver and looks like a large, twisted snake.

Unlike ordinary doors, this door has no keyhole and no mailbox at the door.

"It's protected by a spell. It's quite boring actually. What I like is a house in the wilderness, that makes me feel spacious - like the Burrow."

Sirius winked at Ron: "I have been to the Burrow when it was still on the first floor. Very beautiful scenery and houses."

Ron's face immediately turned red and he muttered softly: "But it's too crowded and too small over there."

"Perhaps when you are older you will be able to understand the charm of the Burrow. Well, let's go in and take a look." Sirius pulled out his wand and knocked on the door.

Everyone then heard many loud sounds of metal banging coming from behind the door, as well as clattering sounds like chains.

Then the door creaked open as if it had aged.

A very strong musty smell mixed with a strange smell of dust instantly gushed out from the door.

It was so dark inside that it was hard to see clearly. Several children swallowed and felt a sense of fear.

"Let's go" Sirius took the lead and walked in, saying cautiously: "But don't go too far in and don't touch anything.

Many things inside are enchanted and may cause harm to you. "

Zhang Xiao crossed the threshold and walked into the almost dark foyer.

The damp, dusty and rotten smell became stronger and stronger.

Although several people raised their wands and lit up the wand tips, even Sirius's super fluorescent flashes still couldn't illuminate too many places.

This room seemed to be greedily devouring light.

Zhang Xiao frowned, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

"Light"

A soft light like the morning sun came from nowhere and instantly filled the whole room.

The place is illuminated to every detail, as if the roof has been lifted directly, exposing it to the sun.

Sirius looked back at him in surprise:

"Is this a new spell just released by the Standard Spells Committee in the past few years?"

"That's not true. You can think of it as a variant of fluorescent flashing, with a special application method," Zhang Xiao said with a smile.

As for the four little ones, they were so used to it that they didn't even bother to ask. Malfoy complained:

"Uncle Black, once you have been in contact with Zhang for a long time, you will find that no matter what weird things he comes up with, they are normal."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron nodded together, a rare unanimous agreement with Malfoy's statement.

"Well, I thought the Ministry of Magic did a lot of good work during the ten years I was locked up."

Sirius shrugged and extinguished his wand.

Even with his own lighting technique, Zhang Xiao still felt that the whole house exuded an indescribable decay.

It's like this house is dying.

The long, grim foyer has peeling wallpaper and frayed carpet.

There was thick dust and thick cobwebs everywhere, and there were heart-stopping whispers everywhere.

A spiderweb-shaped chandelier above the head has mottled the background underneath, and some portraits that have become blackened with age are hung crookedly on the wall.

These portraits have become untouched due to lack of maintenance and time.

These portraits are like those in the mourning hall. There is a rustling sound behind the wall, and it sounds like something is running past in a hurry.

Zhang Xiao said "tsk", this house didn't even need to be decorated. It would be a proper haunted house in a horror movie. At least one or two characters should die to the end, or they might all be wiped out.

The four little ones obviously thought so too. They leaned closer together unconsciously, looking at their surroundings timidly and curiously.

"It looks a little unclean and a little shabby." Sirius scratched his head and said sheepishly: "I only looked at the door when I came back last time. I didn't know it was in such a state now. .

In my impression, it is still very clean and tidy, but the environment is a bit depressing. "

Suddenly, a terrible scream rang out from the hall, everyone was startled, and the four little ones jumped up.

In a mess, Malfoy's face turned as white as paper. He twisted his body desperately trying to find a place to hide, but Harry, Ron and Hermione hid behind him.

Holding on to his clothes, three frightened little heads stretched out from his shoulders and sides, looking for the source of the scream.

"Prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, the scoundrel I gave birth to! You still have the nerve to come back! Bah, you are not worthy of the noble Black!"

Blake's eyebrows were raised high, and he quickly took a few steps forward, only to find a huge portrait on the wall of the foyer going in.

Beside the portrait is a large umbrella stand made from a severed leg of a troll.

The portrait's rant continues:

"Beasts! Bitch! Dirty and sinful scoundrels! Bastards, freaks, ugly monsters, get out of here! How dare you desecrate the home of my ancestors——"

Blake rushed forward, pulled the curtains on both sides of the portrait hard, and roared:

"Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up! Rest forever with your damn family glory! No more Black family, no more!"

The curtain was pulled up heavily, the roar of the portrait stopped, and the four little ones finally came to their senses. They awkwardly let go of the hands holding Malfoy's clothes.

Malfoy was scared to death just now, but now he looked fearless, looking at the trio sarcastically, and stretched out his tone:

"Ha-Gryffindor? Supreme courage?"

The trio was speechless and could only lower their heads in shame.

"I think everyone has seen my mother." Sirius had a stern face, and seemed to have a little more disgust for this house. Seeing him like this, the little wizards didn't dare to speak.

He seemed to suddenly remember something and shouted loudly:

"Kreacher! Kreacher!"

Accompanied by a crackling sound, an elf appeared in front of him, except for a dirty rag around his waist, like the loincloth used by men in tropical countries to cover their bodies.

The elf looked very old, and his skin seemed to be several times more than his body actually needed. Although his head was bald like all house elves, a lot of white hair grew in his two big bat-like ears.

His eyes were full of bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was very large, just like a pig's nose.

The elf hunched his back, dragged his feet, stared at Sirius, and said in a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog:

"What did Kreacher see?

It was the young master, the young master, this disgusting, ungrateful scum, broke his mother's heart.

He actually came back from Azkaban!"

"You are not dead, Kreacher!" Sirius shouted: "I saw that the portrait was dust-free and knew it. You must be wiping the portrait every day!"

Kreacher lowered his head and continued to mutter: "Kreacher served the noble Black family all his life-"

He glanced at the other people, his eyes stayed on Malfoy for a while, and bent down to him:

"Oh, this young master is Miss Narcissa's child. Kreacher has seen this noble young master. His name is on the tapestry that has been passed down in the Black family for seven centuries."

Malfoy's face suddenly raised a reserved smile, trying not to laugh out loud.

I don't know how Kreacher could tell the difference. He looked at Ron, Harry and Hermione with disgust:

"Oh, my poor mistress, if she knew.

If she knew what kind of scum the young master brought into her house besides the young master, what would she say to old Kreacher.

Oh, how shameful!"

The three little ones glared at him, and Ron took a step forward confidently:

"Hi, Kreacher, I'm Ron Weasley, I wonder if you have some prejudice against us, that's Harry Potter, you must have heard of his name, and the last lady is Hermione Granger, although she was born a Muggle--"

Kreacher screamed loudly: "Mudblood! A Mudblood actually entered the Black mansion!"

"Shut up, Kreacher!" Sirius roared, his chest heaving violently, staring at Kreacher angrily, and said word by word:

"Kreacher, I don't want to hear you cursing anyone in this room."

He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, pulled Zhang Xiao over, and showed a 'bad' smile:

"Kreacher, I have decided to [sell] the right to use the Black family's mansion to this noble young master!"

Zhang Xiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, looking at Sirius helplessly. He was watching the excitement with the original book, and was suddenly pulled over.

Kreacher stared at Black blankly, howling like a wounded wild dog, and then he kneeled on the ground, hugged Sirius's trouser legs, and cried bitterly:

"Master--how sad will the mistress be? The mansion of the oldest and noblest Black family is being used by others--he is tarnishing it--"

Black took his legs out of Kreacher's arms with disgust: "The oldest and the noblest? Ha, the Black family is far inferior to Zhang's family, although I don't care about your so-called family honor at all.

But to be honest, this is the honor of the Black family."

Zhang Xiao sighed. He actually didn't like talking about so-called family and bloodline. The first grade was the best solution for the situation at that time, forcing them to stop within the rules of the game.

You said that there are so many people in China, and whose family doesn't have a glorious past, especially modern genetic science shows that the origin of most Chinese people can be traced back to those super genes.

Especially five or six thousand years ago, there were three super genes, and some people have called those three super genes Fuxi, Huangdi, and Yandi.

We all have the same ancestor, what is there to compare? If you talk about bloodline in China, you will only be laughed at and ridiculed by people who make fun of the "heavenly patterns" and so on, but there will be no worship.

Kreacher's crying stopped, and he stared at Zhang Xiao blankly.

Malfoy also added a sentence at the right time: "Uncle Black is telling the truth, my parents are visiting Zhang's hometown now."

The proof of the two people finally made Kreacher believe it, and he stood there blankly, his cognition was so shocked that he didn't know how to react for a while.

Zhang Xiao looked at Blake and explored:

"Then let's follow the plan first? Let's clean this place thoroughly first."

Blake nodded and rolled up his sleeves: "This is a big project——"

"It's okay, we have help." Zhang Xiao snapped his fingers again and shouted clearly: "Rainwater!"

There was another slight crackling sound, and Yuyu wearing a Hogwarts thermos set appeared in front of them, looking at Zhang Xiao with big bright eyes:

"The most noble and kind young master, Yuyu heard your call!"

"Rainwater, let everyone come over. Today is a big project!"

Zhang Xiao also rolled up his sleeves. The overall cleaning work of the Black family was indeed a huge job.

"Yes, noble young master!"

Kreacher hid and watched. Well, there are house elves, and it should indeed be a noble family, but Black is always the most noble.

At this moment, with a crackling sound, the seven elves Zhang Xiao had left in Hogwarts appeared in front of him and bowed deeply to him:

"Master."

Kreacher's gray eyes blinked, as if he had seen something incredible, seven house elves?

Even at the peak of the Black family, they only had three elves at the same time.

How could Zhang Xiao know what Kreacher was thinking? If he found the pendant box, he would have to ask Kreacher to explain the whole story.

So the main target is still the pendant box.

He clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention. Seeing that he could no longer hold back and began to review the four little ones that had been cleaned up and swept away by the whirlwind, Zhang Xiao said loudly:

"Okay, let's get ready - get ready for adventure." He looked at the foyer and felt it was big enough.

"Work in groups of two. It is absolutely forbidden for one person to act alone. If there is any abnormality, make some noise to warn. Sirius is here to take charge. Everyone packs up anything that they think is more dangerous or more valuable and sends it to the foyer.

Let Sirius sort it out, this is the property of the Black family. "

Sirius opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing the seriousness and seriousness on Zhang Xiao's face, he closed his mouth.

The four elves cheered, raised their wands, and regarded general cleaning as a very novel and interesting adventure activity in the old house. The elves immediately followed Zhang Xiao's instructions, working in pairs, and the remaining one followed Harry and the others. .

Here's how to pretend to 'accidentally' discover Slytherin's locket, and then 'very unexpectedly' discover that it is a Horcrux.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiao called Kreacher:

"Kreacher, come with me to clean the room."

I originally expected to encounter resistance, but even though Kreacher was uncomfortable, he bowed down respectfully:

"Yes, young master."

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Why did I take the four little wizards with me yesterday? When I was writing today, I kept chattering in my mind, asking to leave the country. If I didn’t take them with me, I would have saved at least 3,000 words.