I, Hogwarts Second Week

"retribution!!!"

Owen spat at him.

Tell me, why are you talking so much nonsense?

It sticks to other people's bodies like chewing gum. Really, didn't you see that Harry's face turned black?

If Hermione hadn't allowed him to do it, Owen would have cut out that talkative tongue and blocked his throat.

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Seeing Owen's reaction, Hermione followed behind and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

You have the nerve to call others talkative.

He only spoke for ten minutes and you couldn't stand it anymore.

What does it mean that you opened your mouth for hours before?

We have to let you feel the pain we have suffered.

Hermione thought viciously.

She just felt that the trip was too short and the conductor didn't say enough.

————Owen jumped out of the car.

In front of you is a small square.

The houses around the square have dirty exteriors and do not look welcoming to visitors.

Some of the houses were lifeless with broken windows, paint peeling off many doors, and large amounts of trash piled up on the front steps.

"Yeah, yeah, it's exactly the same as I imagined, where the dark wizard, the old witch and other classic villains in fairy tales live!" Owen said sarcastically.

This place—hum, he wouldn’t even give it to him for free.

It's hard to find a rental.

Look at that wall. If this house were his, how much would he have to spend to redecorate it?

And this place is not close to the city center. Who would choose to live here?

Except for wizards—but wizards who are willing to spend money to rent a house, they are all notoriously poor.

He has to rent a house, how much more money can you squeeze out of him?

Owen commented silently in his heart.

He immediately came to the conclusion that this wretched place was worthless.

And as he continued to think about the Muggle value of this place, there was a commotion behind him.

Owen thought it was Sirius who was contradicting him.

But when he turned around, he saw a sallow-looking man with long hair on the Knight Bus. His face could not be seen clearly, and he could only see a pair of frightened eyes. He raised his wand and pointed it at the little boy who was about to get off the bus. Sirius.

"He's Black! That Death Eater!" he shouted in horror.

The sound seemed to come from the horizon.

Suddenly far and suddenly near.

His drake-like voice echoed everywhere.

"Wait a minute." Sampac on the side struggled to lift his head from the ground.

The wizard who hit him hit his head on the metal pillar of the car and fainted, and now it was so heavy that it was pressing on him.

"The Death Eater has appeared. He is right in front of me. What should I do? What should I do!" The guy was currently unconscious. He probably had not recovered from the impact of the car just now.

"He's going to kill someone, he's going to kill me, he's going to kill me."

The man wailed, but he quickly waved the wand in his hand, and the familiar spell came from his mouth, "Ava——"

"Stop, you idiot, he is innocent!" Sampac's eyes widened, looking desperately at the aura of death gradually filling his face.

"Sirius, be careful!" Harry's hair exploded and his eyes widened.

Then he pulled out his wand and rushed towards Sirius who had already gotten out of the car.

"Expelliarmus~"

Fortunately, Hermione in the car had been paying attention to several passengers.

She was worried that the wizards had broken their heads.

But when she saw that the unconscious wizard wanted to kill Sirius, she reacted quickly. Before the idiot finished reciting the spell, her disarming spell had already hit him.

With a "bang" sound, the wand in the wizard's hand flew to the bottom of the bed like a kite with its string broken.

A powerful spell also acted on him.

He was almost knocked unconscious.

On the other side, Ron rushed up quickly, stood up and kicked the man in the head with his big foot, kicking him into the bottom of the bed.

"Oh! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Sampac looked at everyone in shock.

He was surprised by the powerful dueling skills of the little wizards.

He was even more surprised that that old man Raymond would actually use the killing curse on an innocent person on the street.

"Don't--"

I saw several young wizards still holding their wands and looking at the wizard under the bed with unkind eyes.

Sampac shouted quickly.

Then he finally climbed out from under that mountain.

He stood up unsteadily and said to everyone, "He is old Raymond. He is an employee of the Department for the Protection of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic. Their office was asked by the Minister of Magic to assist the Aurors in hunting down Death Eaters."

He stepped forward and stopped Ron, who wanted to find out the old guy and continue to beat him violently.

"Red hair, you are from the Weasley family!"

He recognized Ron.

"Arthur Weasley's department has also been called in."

"This guy has never had Auror training. He hasn't slept for several days. He's mentally stressed."

"So? He just wanted to kill Sirius." Ron yelled.

"He doesn't know!" Sampac took out the newspaper from his arms, "Look, there's only so much coverage about Black. He was promoted as a Death Eater for half a year. Now the newspapers are all about Harry Potter, and Black is only that big. place, and old Raymond doesn’t have time to read the newspaper.”

Sampac explained anxiously: "The magic world is like this now, everyone is scared."

"For Arthur's sake, treat the child, he is your relative!"

"That's my dad!"

"Yes!" Sampac pulled Ron away, "Then you should be able to understand. I heard that Mr. Arthur fainted from exhaustion while chasing the Death Eaters."

"What?" Ron was stunned. His mother never told him about it.

"Don't worry, I just fell asleep leaning against the wall tiredly."

"As a conductor for the Cavalry Car, I've heard a lot." Sampac turned his head and looked at the regular customers on the ground.

Not every home is connected to Floo.

Due to some reasons of the structure of the house - most of them are of Muggle origin or live in houses built by Muggles - those wizards take the Knight Bus to and from get off work every day.

Sampac knows his passengers.

Old Raymond was a good man, but he was at least a little confused.

————At this time, Sirius had boarded the car again.

He reassured Harry.

Everything happened so suddenly. If it was a normal battle, he would have reacted, but he couldn't just now.

He didn't speak, and was staring coldly at the man who crawled out from under the bed, his body curled up, holding the wand he just picked up from the ground with both hands against his chest, his eyes looking at him with horror.

Only then did he see the man's face clearly.

A face full of fear and exhaustion, greasiness and loneliness.

"Let's go~" He put away his wand and drove Hermione and Ron out of the car.

Finally, with a deep gaze, I got out of the car again.

Blake led the three of them forward for a while along the deserted and pungent-smelling street, and stopped in front of a house with a door sign hanging outside indicating that this was No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

He was silent.

But the little wizards behind him became active.

"I should have given that guy a good beating just now to make him remember something better!" Ron said surly, his eyes falling on Owen vaguely.

The expression is quite strange.

He looked very angry, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes, instead they were all worried.

"Forget it!" said Sirius, "at least he gave me some inspiration."

He said disappointedly.

The reason for everything that just happened is nothing more than the inevitable result of Barty Crouch coming into contact with the "Unforgivable Limitations Act".

In fact, he agrees with Crouch's point of view.

He knows better than anyone the extent of the difficulties Britain is currently experiencing.

Aurors simply do not have the ability to ensure the safety of everyone.

British wizards must fight for themselves voluntarily.

Obviously - Dumbledore does not agree with this view, but in Sirius's view, lifting the "Unforgivable Curse Restriction Law" can provide a strong deterrent to dark wizards.

Even if ordinary wizards cannot defeat dark wizards, they can still intimidate them and make them wary.

but now

Everything that had just happened proved that Dumbledore was right.

The lifting of the law did not bring stability to society but increased its chaos.

"How can we forget it? At least we have to write a complaint letter to the Ministry of Magic, complaining that their employees killed innocent people indiscriminately. My father——"

Ron was speechless. He paused for a moment before continuing: "He can't go wrong."

He should write a letter to his mother.

Or go home and see dad.

Maybe you can get some potions or something from Owen, doesn't he make a lot of refreshing potions?

Thinking about it, Ron admitted that his act of revenge just now was actually to save that guy.

Because he was really afraid that Owen would rush up and kill the guy with a death curse.

He knew that old Raymond, Bernard Raymond.

One of his father's few friends at the Ministry of Magic.

I have been to their house as a guest before.

He has changed so much. I remember that he had short hair before, but now he has long hair, which is also dirty and covers his face, so I didn't recognize him immediately.

Ron, who was frightened for a while, glanced at Owen involuntarily again.

"What are you looking at!" Owen replied in a funny tone, "Do you think anyone can use the Death Curse?"

"Please, with the way he is, even if he can pop out Sirius and lighten his nose, it's considered extraordinary."

"Nothing"

"You are really good at talking, Ronald, so you can just use a complaint letter to take away the crime that deserves to be sent to Azkaban?"

He looked at Ron with a half-smile.

Ron looked at him with embarrassment on his face.

"Hmph~ Boring."

Unlike all the ordinary houses around it, No. 12 Grimmauld Place is very grand and noble, but it is also dilapidated and looks like a ghost house.

The black paint on the house was tattered and scratched, the silver doorknob had been twisted into a snake, and there was no keyhole or letterbox.

Sirius took out his wand and knocked on the door in a deep voice. He was not very interested. Just like Owen said, he didn't think that the cowardly looking guy could use the killing curse.

If anyone can easily release the Killing Curse, then this most evil black magic is too cheap!

If you want to cast a killing curse, in addition to having strong mana as the basis for casting the spell, you also need to have a strong killing intention in your heart.

But just now, he didn't feel the murderous intention in that old man.

All he felt was fear.

But it didn't make him happy.

Because you can force a kind person to recite that evil curse——What is going on in this world?

Owen, who was following Sirius, heard a loud, metallic click from the door, which sounded like a metal chain.

After a few seconds, the door creaked open.

"Okay, come in quickly!" Sirius took a deep breath and whispered, "Don't go too deep, remember, don't touch anything."

Harry and Hermione walked into the almost completely dark hall with worried faces, and the smell of mold and thick dust hit them.

The place feels like an abandoned building.

In the foyer where the sunlight can shine, there are gorgeous and precious aristocratic decorations, but they are covered with dust. This house gives people a weird feeling, as if it is dying.

Walking up the stairs they came to a gorgeous and exquisite living room with a large window overlooking the street in front of the house, a large fireplace flanked by two gorgeous glass cabinets, and one wall covered with a Black family tree. tapestry.

The glass cabinet doors on both sides of the fireplace were very dirty, with various dark magic items and silverware inside.

Although it is very dirty, it does have the style of a medieval aristocrat.

"Hey! It's a rich family!" Owen whistled as if he was walking into his own home.

Then his eyes lit up and he immediately zeroed in on the items belonging to Voldemort in a glass display cabinet in the corner of the living room, near the fireplace.

He walked over carelessly.

Then he directly opened the glass display case and took out the pendant box.

"The Christmas gift is here, isn't it?" He shook the pendant box in his hand proudly.

"Put it down, you vile thing! This is the house of the noble Black family, get out of here."

Owen fiddled with the locket in his hand.

But a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog sounded in his ears.

It was a house elf. It looked very old. Its skin was full of wrinkles, many times more than its body actually needed. Its head was bald like all house elves, but the two bat-like But a lot of white hair grew out of his big ears.

The eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and the fleshy nose was huge, almost like a pig's nose.

It had a dirty rag around its waist, but other than that, it was almost naked.

"What?" Owen put the locket into his pocket.

"If you tell me to let go, I will let it go?"

"Hey - I won't let you go, I won't let you go, I'll make you mad!"

After that - continue to pick up a lot of things in the glass display case.

He looked like a thief breaking into someone else's house.

Facing such a shameless person, Kreacher was trembling with anger.

It reached out to cast a spell on Owen.

"Stop, Kreacher, Owen is my guest!" Sirius yelled when he saw this.

Kreacher actually stopped when he heard the sound.

The withered mummy-like arm stopped in mid-air.

Then he turned around, bent over, tilted his head back, stared at Sirius with a pair of round eyes, and looked at Sirius in surprise, with an inexplicable strange expression on his face.

"Oh! What did Kreacher see? The prodigal young master who has disappeared for more than ten years is back and brought a group of brats to ruin the house of the noble Black family." Its voice was very slow, and its eyes were full of disdain. As it said that, it turned around and bowed to Sirius. The scene was quite strange, as if something in the house forced it to do it this time.

"Hmph~ I didn't expect you to be alive." Sirius said calmly.

"Who is he?" Hermione looked at Kreacher curiously. He looked very different from Dobby.

"Kreacher, a house elf who serves the Black family." Sirius paused and added, "A guy with a head full of madness."

"Crazy?" Hermione frowned. She instinctively hated Kreacher's robe.

It was a symbol of slavery, something of oppression.

I really can't imagine that such creatures still exist in this world today in the 21st century.

"This is the original appearance of house elves. Dobby is different." Ron glanced at Kreacher, and then said in an old-fashioned way, as if he really knew a lot.

"What is the original situation? No race should be slaves originally!" Hermione scolded.

She was like an angry lion, staring at Ron.

Ron realized that he had said something wrong and quickly shut up, because he knew that once he refuted it, Hermione would tell him endlessly about those freedoms! equality! Just stuff.

He didn't want to spend all his time doing that.

He would rather listen to Owen's story.

Looking at Ron with his microphone turned off, Hermione ignored him and walked towards Kreacher generously, "Do you know you can stop doing this?"

"If you don't want to bow, you don't have to bow, you don't need anyone's permission," she said.

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger, and over there - that's Owen."

"Oh! God~ The Mudblood brought back by the master spoke to Kreacher. She has defiled this house and delayed Black's noble bloodline. If the mistress is still here, she will never allow a Mudblood to walk into her. House of."

"Shut up, Kreacher!" Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let me hear that word from your mouth again."

"No - it doesn't matter." The little witch took a deep breath, and then retracted her hand that subconsciously reached for the wand in her robe.

——Ahem——She is used to it.

At Hogwarts, the old Hogwarts, idiot Slytherins often said that word to her.

That was the triggering mechanism for her to cast the spell immediately upon hearing this word.

It's engraved into the bones.

It's really not easy to interrupt at midfield now.

"Maybe we should do it step by step." Hermione summoned her courage again.

The smile returned to his face. Then he said softly: "I know a house elf like you. He only does what he likes to do. When he works for others, he also needs wages."

"Oh no~~"

"Salary~~~What an evil word."

When I hear the word salary.

Kreacher backed away as if he had seen some pest.