Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 119: Forty-inch long knife

　　 This is an old residential area with a low tone, full of weeds and mottled peeling wall dust.

　　 But the chaotic lights show that there are still many people living here, and the scattered lights and shadows are scattered in the pre-dawn darkness, looking a bit depressing.

　　 Until approaching, Maca discovered that the lights were mostly flashing street lights, and a small amount of light leaking from the gaps in the curtains.

　　 Looking around, indistinctly, there are chimneys and TV antennas everywhere.

　　???? "Just ahead."

　　As they passed a small square of weeds with messy canopies, Blake pointed forward.

　　 The houses here, no matter how big or small, all have a dirty appearance. The windows of some houses are broken, and there is a piece of black inside, and you can't see anything at all.

　　 has long lost the bright paint peeling off those doors, and a lot of **** piled up on the steps ahead.

　　 "You haven't been home in 12 years." Maca couldn't help but say.

　　 But Black shook his head. He said, "It's longer than you think."

　　 12 Grimandy Street, an old house that has been torn down by time. When Maca saw it, it was as broken as the surrounding houses.

　　 The windows are mostly broken, and the thick doors are already covered with vines. There are no keyholes or letterbox seams.

　　 The silver carved door handle has been twisted and deformed, and it looks like a small snake fixed to broken logs.

　　 Looking up, you can still see that spiders are entrenched in the corners, trying to catch some delicious flying insects.

　　The whole area near the root of the wall was damp, and the moss was covered with gray moss, and it was as smooth as Black's collar.

　　 Okay! In fact, Maca will recall that terrible touch when she looks at it now.

　　 Black stretched out his wand and knocked on the door. After hearing a few dull, metallic clicks from both sides, a burst of hinges rang.

　　 The door broke free of the vines and opened creakingly.

　　 "No one's time is too long, there must be some messy things set up inside... Don't just walk around." Black said, "Follow me."

　　 Maca followed Black and walked into the dark hall. Suddenly, a sweet scent mixed with moisture came over her face-it was the smell of wood that was corrupting.

　　 The floor creaked, breaking the silence here.

　　 Black waved his magic wand casually, and with a soft hissing sound, all the old steam lamps on the walls lit up, casting a flickering and dimming, very unstable light on the broken wallpaper around. And illuminated a long, shabby carpet.

　　 Right above the carpet, a tree-shaped decorative lamp covered with spider webs is shining, and there are old, blackened portraits hung on the swollen and twisted wooden wall.

　　 To be honest, this decadent appearance is really not as good as not looking at it.

　　 Black without a word took Maca through a pair of long, moth-covered door curtains, and bypassed a huge umbrella stand that looked like a few giant legs.

　　 Then they walked up a carved wooden staircase with handrails.

　　 On the wall on the side of the stairs, there is a shield-shaped family crest.

The coat of arms of 　　 is generally black. Between the two stars, the mountain shape is the main body, the sword is the base, and the whole body is silver. There are two greyhounds leaping up on both sides.

　　 Just below the magnificent family crest, the rows of shrunken head-like objects that are pasted on the wall as decoration are particularly an eye-catcher.

　　 These are the heads of house elves in the Black family for generations. Whenever there are elves too old to hold a plate, their heads will be chopped off as decorations for the host’s house.

　　 For the house elves, this seems to be an honor.

　　 "...I heard that this is the first idea your family came up with?" Maca looked at the row of things and said.

　　 "Yes, my Aunt Eladora." Black sneered and said, and he didn't want to talk any more, "Come here."

　　 Maca followed Black all the way to the door of a certain room, but unexpectedly, a small figure suddenly appeared in front of the door, blocking their way.

　　"Look who Kreacher saw? The son who was not the son of the hostess came back from Azkaban...Oh! My poor hostess, what would she say if she saw this house now? A fugitive came back Now? She has been cursing that he is not her own son, but he has returned, and they all said he is a murderer—"

　　 This is an old house elf, except that he tied a string of dirty mice around his waist, he was almost naked.

　　The drooping skin makes it look like it is wearing a large dress. Although it is bare and not hairy like other house elves, it has a large number of white eyebrows from its huge, bat-like eyebrows. Appeared above his eyes.

　　 Its eyes are bloodshot, wet and gray, and its flesh-colored nose is as big as other elves, or more appropriately-like a dead Flobber caterpillar.

　　 This little elf seemed to have not noticed the presence of the two of them-it just humbled its back and head down, standing stubbornly in front of the door.

　　 The muttering it made was hoarse and deep in his breath, like a bullfrog purring non-stop.

　　 "Kreacher?" Black's eyes flashed with surprise, but then it turned into disgust, "Unexpectedly, everyone is dead, but you are still alive."

　　 At this time, Old Kreacher raised his head slightly and glanced at Black, but he sank again in the next second.

　　 Then, it bowed deeply, and its big nose almost touched the ground.

　　 Kreacher said vaguely: "How can Kreacher die? If Kreacher is dead, who else can continue to look after the house of the mistress?"

　　 "But it's getting dark all the time, this is a dirty ghost place!" Sirius said.

　　 "The master always likes his little jokes," Kreacher bowed again and continued to whisper, "The master is a dirty, uncomfortable pig. He hurt his mother's heart—"

　　 "My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius called out suddenly, "She let herself live out of pure things."

　　 When Black spoke, Kreacher bowed again, as if it had become a reflex.

　　 "No matter what the master says," it muttered angrily. "The master doesn't deserve to clean his mother's boots, oh! My poor mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher continue to serve him? He hates the master so much, how disappointing he is—"

　　 "I don't want to talk nonsense with you, get out of there!" Black shouted.

　　 Kreacher subconsciously moved aside two steps.

　　 Black snorted coldly and walked past it, but it still kept mumbling something bad.

　　 When Maca was about to move forward following Black, Kreacher suddenly raised his voice a little bit—though that was still not very noticeable.

　　 "Oh! Where did the kid come from... It was brought by the owner, a dirty hairy boy, he wants to enter the family library... This is out of order..."

　　 "However, you did not complete the task that your young master left you." Maca glanced at Kreacher and said calmly.

　　 is such a fluttering sentence from Maca, but Kreacher suddenly raised his head. It stared at Maca's face and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

　　 "...Come in quickly, don't talk nonsense with it, it won't listen." Black's voice came from the room.

　　Maca responded.

　　 "I'll come back another day to deal with the locket. Remember to open the door for me." He whispered a word to Kreacher, and then walked in quickly.

　　 "Just these books-do they really help Harry?"

　　 In the library full of various bookshelves, Blake placed a thick stack of magic books on the wooden table, splashing dust.

　　 The book and the wooden table are as dirty, and Blake is not in the mood to pay attention to anything.

　　 "Of course, at least I can be sure-Voldemort left Harry with a soul problem." Maca explained, "That's what Professor Dumbledore said."

　　 Although the collection of books in Hogwarts's library is one of the few in the world, there are always some books that can only be found in the wizard family.

　　, for example, these are placed in front of Maca’s eyes.

　　"Then put them away and leave here quickly! I hate this house, whether it was before or now—"

　　……

　　 In school recently, Ron has become a celebrity. Now everyone pays more attention to him than to Harry~IndoMTL.com~ It is the first time Ron has encountered such treatment in his life. Obviously like this kind of eye-catching experience.

　　 Although he is still in shock because of the events that happened that night, as long as someone asks, he will excitedly tell others about the night, adding many exaggerated details.

　　"...I was asleep at the time, but I heard the sound of tearing things, I think I was dreaming, you understand. But there was another cool breeze... I immediately woke up, and then I I found that one side of the curtain beside the bed was torn off... I turned over and saw him standing in front of me with my own eyes!"

　　 "He is like a skeleton with a lot of dirty hair! He is holding a long knife, I think it must be 40 inches long..."

　　 After a while, when he finished speaking, the second-year girls who had been listening to his creepy story talked to each other and dispersed.

　　 "But, why?" Ron suddenly turned his head and asked Harry, "Why did he escape?"

　　 To be honest, Harry was also wondering about it.

　　 Black went to the wrong bed, why not kill Ron and then continue to look for Harry?

　　 Twelve years ago, Black’s behavior showed that he didn’t care about killing innocent people. This time he faced five unarmed boys, and four of them were still asleep.

　　 "Could it be that Maca's guess at the time was reasonable?" Harry suddenly had such an idea.

　　 But Ron shook his head.

　　 "If I want to see, he must know that if I wake up and wake everyone up, it will be very difficult for him to get out of the castle!" He guessed, "To go back through the hole in the portrait, he must kill Everyone in the hospital will die! Maybe you may meet a teacher!"