All things are three at Hogwarts

Surrounded by tall crumbling dilapidated houses on all sides, in the center of the dilapidated small square, as a door to another world appeared out of thin air, five figures appeared in Grimmauld Place. The surrounding Muggles were suspicious of this alienation. Completely ignored.

Allen ordered the heavily armed death knight Lynch behind him, who was wearing black metal armor and a metal Viking half-dress butterfly mask: "Lynch, wait outside with your people. "

"I understand." Lynch asked himself and the other two death knights to stand guard in the front yard, and the surrounding Muggles could only feel some cold air coming from here when they passed by.

Seeing Hermione's inquiring eyes on him, Allen explained: "Black's ancestral home, most of these pure-blood families have traps and alarms set against undead creatures or other dark creatures. It would be impolite for Sirius for them to go in..." Allen explained to Hermione next to him and asked, "Did you bring your things?"

"It's all in there, you want to drink it now?" Hermione patted her pocket, "I chose the sugar-free version."

"Okay, let's go." After saying that, Allen took the lead and walked up the stone steps. He knocked on the front door with his wand. They waited patiently for a while, only to hear a series of loud sounds of metal collisions, and something like The chain made a clattering sound, and then the building moved from the middle to both sides. The additional door creaked open, and Sirius appeared in front of the door with a gloomy and somewhat excited face.

"Alan, you are finally willing to come!" Sirius couldn't wait to pull him towards Alan, "I've been waiting for you for most of the semester before you came to me!"

Allen was a little annoyed that the other party's tone could easily misunderstand Hermione. He took a step away and avoided Sirius' pull. Hermione, who was originally standing behind him, appeared in front of Sirius.

"Hermione?" Sirius nodded to Hermione in astonishment and looked at Allen, "Didn't you ask me to keep it a secret? Why did you bring Hermione here?"

Allen watched Hermione start to giggle unhappily. He glared at the thin black-haired wizard: "Sirius... think through your thoughts before you speak..."

"Okay, okay, Hermione, good evening." After greeting Hermione, Sirius thought of Kreacher, the house elf in his family who held the view that wizards were "pure-blooded". Angry and ignoring his situation for a long time, she turned back towards the room and shouted like Mrs. Molly: "Kreacher, don't come out, hide it from me!"

"Come in and talk." Sirius made way and made an inviting gesture. After Allen and the others walked in, the door was closed with a bang.

The old-fashioned gas lamps all lit up at once, and the porch was a long corridor with peeling wallpaper, worn carpets, gas lamps, and a large snake-shaped spider web chandelier and candelabras.

There are some portraits on the wall that have darkened with age, but the portrait of Mrs. Walburga Black, who has been cast a permanent sticking spell, has been moved to other rooms along with the brick wall behind it, otherwise it will be disturbed if it is disturbed. When she wakes up, she screams at the top of her lungs in the most horrifying voice, uttering curses at everyone around her, and tries to wake up the other portraits so they start screaming too. Most of the decorations on the porch are snake-like. pattern, but there was also an umbrella stand made from a troll's legs, which Tonks always knocked over and woke Mrs. Black every time she came over.

They followed a staircase leading upstairs to the living room on the second floor. The dim light illuminated the long hall, making it look weird. The heads of the house elves cast strange shadows on the stairs, even if they already knew the family customs of the Black family. After several years of growth, Hermione couldn't accept it. Allen put his arms around her and gave Hermione a hug, and then they moved on.

"Watch your steps, that bitch Kreacher will always receive some crazy instructions from my mother's portrait, which makes the house that Mr. Hands has just tidied up continue to be messy." Sirius frowned in disgust and snorted coldly. , complained, "Alan, a house elf that betrays its master has no value in existence. You still want such a thing? Golems like Mr. Handy are much more obedient and useful than ugly house elves like these!"

Just as Sirius finished his words and Hermione tried to express her thoughts on this, under the blue light of the gas lamp, Mrs. Black's scream from a room on the stairs rang through the whole house: "Mudblood! Dirty bastard! How dare you defile my ancestor’s home?”

"Kreacher! He must have told the old witch." Sirius roared and rushed to her mother's room. He moved his mother's portrait here.

"Sirius, it's okay, I don't care. Kreacher is not in his right mind and doesn't understand what he is doing. Don't punish him!" Hermione shouted from behind, her eyes full of worry.

"This ugly thing knows exactly what he is doing! He did it on purpose." Sirius's voice was full of disgust. Soon, Sirius and his mother were yelling at each other in the room, "Shut up, old witch, die." It’s still going on!”

"Beasts, bitches, filthy and sinful scoundrels, bastards, freaks, and uglies, get out of here!" The old lady screamed desperately, one after another, as if she was being tortured, which sounded horrifying Creepy.

"Stop your crazy pure-blood theory, you stupid idiot." Sirius scolded disdainfully.

"You idle, ungrateful, filthy son of a bitch..." The door slammed shut, and the quarrel between Sirius and Mrs. Black's portrait ended abruptly.

"Don't worry, Hermione, this is the way mother and son communicate. They use this method to maintain their relationship and vent their emotions." Allen comforted Hermione who looked worried, "That's how their family is, Hogwart Phineas Nigellus Black, the most annoying portrait in Principal's office and also rated as the most unpopular principal in history, cared a lot about his seemingly annoying great-great-grandson. "

Not long after, Sirius came over, followed by Mr. Hands-on, who picked up some decorations, clothes and even vegetables that Kreacher had thrown around.

"Huh? Why didn't you go in? You're welcome to treat this as your own home." Sirius shook his head. As expected, as Alan said, he looked much more relaxed, and greeted Alan and Hermione as they walked into what was once the Gorgeous and exquisite living room.

Sirius had Mr. Handy to take care of him, and he was even more unwilling to pay attention to the house elves. Moreover, as a bachelor, his niece Tonks and Lupin established a relationship, and the frequency of his family dropped a lot. His communication in this ancient house The objects were only the portraits of the Black family, especially the portrait of his mother. Harry had to wait until the holidays at Hogwarts to come over.

Mr. Skillful Hands, who knew nothing about the complex thoughts and emotions of human beings, continued to clean the room on the first floor dutifully, his long arms quickly sorting everything he encountered on the way.