Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 185
The house was dirty and messy, and the windows were filthy.

From the street, Blake's ancestral home has a scratched, black-painted door with a silver doorknob that resembles a coiled snake.

There was no keyhole, no mailbox, but a bell.

"Sure enough, there are restrictions."

After walking a few steps forward, Klein noticed the clue.

This should be the defense mechanism of Black's ancestral house—like a mirage, you can clearly see every detail, and even feel that it is right in front of you.But without the owner of the house or without the permission of the owner of the house, it is never possible to walk in front of the black painted door.

"Well, that's a question."

There was a pensive look on his face, but his eyes kept glancing at Klein. Dumbledore stroked his gray beard, expressing obvious hatred.

The critical time has come, young man, just use whatever supernatural power you have~
"Professor, you have changed. The old you wouldn't let me cast spells on my own initiative."

Muttering something, Klein raised his elder wand.

He even began to wonder in his heart whether he was acting too harmless.

or.
Dumbledore's psychological endurance has risen to a new level after many times of training, so he is so relieved of him, and he has no defense at all?

Many thoughts flashed through my mind, but the movements of my hands didn't stop.

A dense white light flashed across the tip of the wand, Klein tapped a few times, and the old Black house in front of him rippled like a lake.

"It's a 'confusion spell' in another sense.

Although it can be broken with more powerful magic violence, we are uninvited guests after all, and the Black family also has successors.
So, save some last face for this ancient family. "

Klein smiled and put away his wand.

"Okay, the restriction has expired."

To use a more vivid metaphor, he deceived the defense system of Black's old house and made the old house mistake him and Dumbledore for members of the Black family.

They are Trojan horse viruses disguised as harmless files.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to "Zizisweet Honey Bar" when I go back."

Dumbledore didn't doubt him, he strode to the door, exchanged glances with Klein, he pondered for a second, and finally decided to visit the house in a relatively polite way.

If not, consider another method
The old man stretched out his hand and rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for a response from the room—even if all the members of the Black family were dead, such an ancient family should have a house-elf or something guarding it.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

The doorbell made a not-so-clear sound, as if it was rusted inside.

indoor
The portrait of Mrs. Walburga Black suddenly opened its eyes and uttered a hideous cry like an old cat.

"Kreacher, Kreacher, you slob, where did you die, a guest visited the noble Black family!"

With a whoosh, a house elf with bloodshot eyes and a fleshy nose "appeared".He didn't seem to have heard of Mrs. Walburga Black's insults, he just bowed his already hunched waist respectfully, and spoke in a low voice.

"Yes, ma'am, Kreacher, the eternal servant of the Black family, is going to take a look."

While talking, Kreacher felt a little nervous in his heart.There was anxiety in his bloodshot eyes, and the nails of both hands dug hard into the bark-like skin.

who can that be?

Who on earth has found the great, noble, ancestral home of the Black family!
Is it.
A rebellious figure flashed in his mind, and Kreacher gritted his teeth.

Could it be that shameful traitor, Sirius, who betrayed the great and noble House of Black?
Feeling extremely anxious, Kreacher moved to the door like a snail.Moving the step stool, he saw clearly the appearance of the visitors outside the door through the crystal ball.

One old and one young, the old one looked familiar.

"Stranger, not a member of the Black family!"

Shocked and confused, Kreacher's breathing suddenly became short of breath.

It's not Sirius, it's not Sirius, in this case, how did the old and the young get to the door, they, how dare they stand in front of the noble Black family!

"Oh? Someone is here."

A gleam flashed in the sapphire blue eyes, and Klein scratched the tip of his brow with the tail of his finger.

"But he doesn't seem to want to open the door for us."

Surprised that Klein's eyes could even see through the wooden door blessed by magic, Dumbledore said in a deep voice with his expression unchanged.

"Hi, I'm Albus Dumbledore. I'm here to visit the Black family. Could you please open the door?"

There was no response from inside the door, and the corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly.

There is one thing to say, if it is him, he will not open the door when he hears the words "open the door, fellow villager, and the community sends warmth".

"Get away from strangers. This is not where you should be"

After a while, there was movement inside the door, perhaps because of hearing Dumbledore's name, the voice became visibly nervous.

"I"

Dumbledore seemed to want to say something, but Klein interrupted him before he could speak.

"Principal, let me come."

House elves are all stubborn, and it is difficult to communicate with them in a human way. Klein took a step forward, his face restrained.

He didn't speak, and directly held the doorknob like a giant snake.

"Ok?"

This is what it means to be a "bad guest".

Dumbledore smiled wryly, but didn't stop him.

"Buzz!"

Lightning surged, and the green-trimmed robe on Klein's body would automatically move without wind!

The wizards of the Black family do have two brushes, and the defensive magic is quite powerful, but Klein's expression is not fluctuating. In this confrontation between magic power and magic power, he easily gained the upper hand.

"Squeak~"

But within a minute or two, he directly opened the doorknob.

"roll!!!!"

The house's own magical defenses didn't work, so Kreacher decided to do it himself to kill the intruders who broke into Black's old house.However, when his magic landed on the young man on the other side, it was like a mud cow had entered the sea, and he couldn't even turn over the waves.

Kreacher was dumbfounded and screamed.

"It's impossible, who are you, who are you, who are you!"

"I?"

Patting the dusty robe, Klein raised his head.

"Let me introduce myself, Klein Grindelwald, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Slytherin House, second year."

"Kick! Kick! Kick!"

After hearing this answer, Kreacher took three steps back, his eyes revealed deep despair, those big eyes seemed to be bleeding.

He is a house elf and a natural spellcaster. Even though he has lived for so many years, he has never seen a more evil existence than this young man in front of him.

(End of this chapter)