Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 200 Black's Old House
Black, with the mountain shape between the two stars as the main body and a sword as the foundation.

Hera tilted her head, her brows were tightly knit together, that seems to be the coat of arms of the Black family! ?
"Maybe I forgot something very important." Hera rubbed her chin and patted Penello's head lightly. "I have something to do now. I'll send you back first."

"what"

"Good, be obedient."

Seeing Hera's serious expression, Penello could only nod helplessly in the end. They walked to a shadow, and Hera held her hand, her figure flickering.After sending Penelope back home, Hera checked the alchemy items on her body, and then carefully approached the number 11 between Grimaud 13 and 12.

There are stone steps in front of the door, and the door without a keyhole is black and mottled, covered with scratches on the left and right.There was a silver serpentine knocker on the door, and there was no letter box on it.

With a wand in one hand, Hera knocked lightly on the door knocker with the other, and the door creaked open. Hera dodged to hide behind the door, but there was indeed silence inside the door.

The hall was long and dark. When Hera stepped across the threshold, a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall suddenly lit up. Hera was startled. He continued to walk forward at a slow pace. He could smell a damp, dusty smell, and a sweet, rotten smell.

It feels like an abandoned empty house.He turned his head to look behind him, the outside world and the room inside formed a stark contrast.

The old-fashioned gas lamp was not very bright, casting a dangling and unreal light, illuminating the long and gloomy hallway, Hera could see that the wallpaper in the hallway had been peeled off, and the carpet had been worn thin. It seemed that no one had taken care of it for a long time, but Hera still refused to relax her vigilance.

He could hear something hurrying behind the skirting boards.

There is a cobweb-shaped chandelier hanging on the ceiling, and a snake-shaped candlestick on the table at the door, which looks full of Slytherin.

There were many age-blackened portraits hanging in the foyer. Hera's footsteps were light, and he could see that they were sleeping. He was worried that they would wake them up and cause unnecessary trouble.

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He still made a little noise—he accidentally kicked an umbrella stand made of a troll's broken leg.Suddenly, two long bed curtains full of insect eyes suddenly let out a piercing scream, it was the scream of an old woman.

"Who? Who broke into Black's mansion without permission!?"

The other portraits were awakened by her voice, too, and they screamed in unison.

The noise made Hera's ears hurt, and he just wanted him to destroy these portraits with a fire curse.

"Fire."

Before the spell was finished, the screaming stopped abruptly.

"Uh, why didn't you keep barking?" Hera looked at them playfully. He could see the way now. It is estimated that this old house hadn't been visited for a long time, otherwise they wouldn't be so surprised.

"I think, you must be a student of Slytherin? How did you get here? Oh, you can try to open the curtain, it blocks me." An elegant female voice sounded, sounding like a well-bred noble lady.

Hera gently opened the curtains with one hand, and pointed her wand vigilantly at the portraits. Once they made any rash moves, Hera would definitely be able to read a blazing flame immediately.

"Oh, I knew it, you must be from Slytherin." Behind the curtain was a scruffy old lady, and Hera could swear he had never seen such a lifelike, such an unpleasant portrait in his life.

The old lady was drooling, her eyes were rolling, and the yellow skin on her face was taut with screaming.

"Black?" Hera frowned, "I have obtained the ownership of this mansion, and your sole heir gifted it to me."

"Heir?" The old lady rolled her eyes, as if she didn't understand Hera's words for a moment, and then she screamed again, "That damned traitor! Dirty and sinful bastard, get out of here quickly! How dare you defile my ancestor's house—"

"Huh?" Hera pointed her wand at the portrait.

However, the old lady's voice became harsher, and it was obvious that she was more concerned about whether the family was defiled.

In fact, Hera really couldn't easily destroy these portraits. As the most noble and ancient Black family among the 28 sacred families, he really didn't know what curses and black magic alchemy items were in the mansion.

He needs some guidance—show him what's harmless and what's worth it.

But how to tame them is obviously an extremely difficult thing.

Hera cast "Shut up and listen" on herself, and then cast "Clean up" on the chair, and then she sat on the chair and began to think.

After about five or six minutes, Hera got up again. He squinted his eyes and tried hard to regard the snake-shaped candlestick on the table as a real poisonous snake.

"Hiss hiss hiss."

Snake language.

The portrait fell silent instantly, they stared at Hera, even the old lady was drooling and stunned.

"Who are you?" one of the portraits asked.

"Hera Lestrange is also from the 28 sacred clans." Hera nodded in response, and he couldn't help feeling proud.

Sure enough, the best way to deal with these old stubborn people is to use their beliefs, and their beliefs are nothing more than blood, and Parseltongue is obviously a strong proof.

"Slatherin, you are a descendant of Slytherin." The old lady pointed at Hera with one hand, covered her mouth with the other, and shouted in surprise, which was much better than the harsh sound before.

"Please don't blame us, we thought—"

"Okay, no need to say more polite words, this mansion is now mine, all you need to do is follow my orders."

"Yes." The portraits all agreed.

Portraits are a very strange existence. During the creation of these portraits, the subjects themselves will be present. Every stroke of oil paint on the portraits is full of magic, soaking in the thoughts and emotions of the subjects.So when the portrait is completed, because of the magic and a part of thinking, the portrait will have very similar words and deeds to the person, and it can be preserved for a long time.But they are not the subjects themselves, and have nothing to do with ghosts, they are just a talking substitute of the subjects.

And they were all portraits made when the Dark Lord was at the peak of his power, and Hera only needed to show a little bit of a connection with the Dark Lord to gain their respect.

They also clearly know their place very well - it's just a portrait.

"The Dark Lord is badly wounded, and he needs to be."

(End of this chapter)