Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 189: 12 Grimmauld Place

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Ivan, Harry and Hermione wear robe at the fastest speed, Ivan also specially wrapped the scarf sent by Hermione around his neck,

They came to Hogsmeade under the leadership of Sirius Black.

Before leaving the castle, they met Professor McGonagall. Although she agreed to let the three of them leave Hogwarts for Christmas, but from her serious face and frowning brows, she can see that she is very Sirius. Disapproval.

Ivan, Harry, and Hermione are very happy, and finally can stay in the ward.

Standing on the deserted, snowy streets of Hogsmeade, Sirius told them to take three of them to Diagon Alley and Lupin is also there.

Tonight, everyone will be there for Christmas, a perfect Christmas.

Then, after the Christmas holiday, he sent the three of them back to Hogwarts.

"How do we get to Diagon Alley, is it floo powder?" Harry asked Sirius.

"No, I have booked a Knight Bus. However, before going to Diagon Alley, we have to go to an unpleasant place, which is not connected to Floo Network." Sirius said without thinking, " We are going there to get the Ivan and Hermione Christmas gifts. Although I do n’t want to go back, there is really nothing more suitable than those things. "

"An unpleasant place?" Ivan froze for a moment, "Go there to get a Christmas gift for me and Hermione's?!"

He did n’t know where this place Sirius was referring to, and he was about to send anything to himself. Just as he was about to ask, the Knight ’s bus appeared from the thin air and rushed over.

Four people hurried to dodge, and the Knight Bus stopped at the place where they had just stood, with a deafening voice.

The conductor Stan Shunpike jumped onto the sidewalk and greeted him warmly.

"Merry Christmas, gentlemen and ladies, welcome to ride the Knight Bus, as long as you stretch out your wand(s) and get on the bus, we can take you wherever you want ... . "

Shunpike suddenly shut up, he first saw Harry.

"Look at who we met, is n’t this Neville, how are you doing recently?"

"Neville?" Sirius repeated, strangely, "This is Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter ?!" Stan froze for a moment, then became excited and shouted happily, "I already knew that I saw his scar at the time."

Stan looked excitedly, Harry was embarrassed.

A few months ago, he rode a knight bus from the street of muggle(s) street to Diagon Alley. He then inflated his aunt and left the Dursley family alone and helpless. Then he encountered Ivan, See Sirius for the first time.

"Why don't you tell us that you are Harry Potter, Neville?" Stan said with a smile on Harry, "Yes, what about your strange Little Black cat?"

This turn is embarrassing for Ivan. He dare not imagine that if Stan knew that he was the black cat at that time, what would this guy say.

"Let ’s get in the car, it ’s so cold outside, I ’m almost frozen!"

"Of course, come up quickly." Stan took a step back, then he looked up and saw Sirius, "good heavens, you are Sirius Black, I just saw your photo on 《Daily Prophet》."

The eyes of Stan moved from Sirius to Ivan and Hermione, the expression on his face became more and more excited, he yelled, "You are Ivan Mason, you are Hermione Granger! I am in the newspaper ..."

Ivan The four of them got on the bus, maybe because it was Christmas today, there was no one but the driver on the bus.

They sat down on the brass column bed and Shunpike took out the newspapers he had recently collected, all related to the Sirius Black and Pettigrew Peter events.

Ivan saw that he and Harry, Hermione, Ron's photos were also on it. The photo was taken when Fudge awarded them a special contribution award last year.

Shunpike kept saying nothing, and asked four of them to sign him. In this environment, Ivan simply could n’t ask Sirius where they were going.

After more than an hour, the Knight Bus stopped in the middle of a small square covered with weeds and weeds.

Ivan got off the car, the houses around the square all had a dirty appearance, and it did not seem to welcome visitors. Some houses had broken windows and were lifeless, paint peeled off many doors, and a lot of garbage accumulated on the front steps.

"Where are we?"

"Grimmauld Place!" Sirius expression became serious, with emotions of nostalgia and disgust mixed on his face.

Grimmauld Place? !

Ivan's heart moved, this place will not be the ancestral home of the Black family.

Black led the three of them along a deserted street full of pungent smells, and stopped in front of a house with a number plate on the outside showing 12 Grimmauld Place.

It is different from all the ordinary houses in the surrounding area. 12 Grimmauld Place is very grand and noble, but it is also dilapidated, like a ghost house.

The black paint on the house has been torn and scratched, the silver door handle has been twisted into a snake shape, and there is no keyhole or letter box on the door.

Sirius took out wand(s) and knocked on the door. Ivan heard a loud, metallic click sound from the door, which sounded like a metal chain. After a few seconds, the door creaked open.

"Okay, go in!" Sirius whispered, "Don't go too deep, remember, don't touch anything."

The three of Ivan, Harry, and Hermione were nervous, and walked into the almost completely dark hall, which was greeted with the smell of corruption and thick dust.

This place feels like a building that has been abandoned. Harry stands at the front, and Ivan and Hermione looks forward from his shoulder.

The entrance hall where the sunlight can shine is decorated with gorgeous and precious aristocratic decorations, but it is covered with dust. This house gives a strange feeling as if they entered a dying room .

"Where is this place, Sirius?" Ivan heard Harry talking. He was choked by thick dust and coughed violently.

"My parents' house, the Black family mansion!" Sirius followed, with a trace of disdain in his tone, "However, it belongs to me now."

He waved wand(s) lightly, not knowing where a soft hissing sound came from, and then all the old steam lights on the wall turned on.

A flickering, dim, unstable light is projected on the mottled wallpaper, and it illuminates a long, dark corridor with a worn carpet, and a spider-web on the top of the corridor Tree-shaped decorative lights are flashing, and portraits that have been black for a long time are hanging on the curved walls. (To be continued.)