Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Zhang Xiao walked up the broken stone steps and looked at the house that suddenly appeared.

The black paint on the heavy door was peeling off, and it was covered with scratches on the left and right.

The handle is made of silver and looks like a large, twisted snake.

Unlike ordinary doors, this door has no keyhole and no mailbox at the door.

"It's protected by a spell. It's actually quite boring. What I like is a house in the wilderness, that makes me feel spacious - like The Burrow."

Sirius winked at Ron: "I have been to the Burrow when it was still on the first floor. Very beautiful scenery and houses."

Ron's face immediately turned red and he muttered softly: "But it's too crowded and too small over there."

"Perhaps when you are older you will be able to understand the charm of the Burrow. Well, let's go in and have a look." Sirius took out his wand and knocked on the door.

Everyone then heard many loud sounds of metal banging coming from behind the door, as well as clattering sounds like chains.

Then the door creaked open as if it had aged.

A very strong musty smell mixed with a strange smell of dust instantly gushed out from the door.

It was so dark inside that it was hard to see clearly. Several children swallowed and felt a sense of fear.

"Let's go," Sirius took the lead and walked in, saying cautiously: "But don't go too far in, and don't touch anything.

Many things inside are enchanted and may cause harm to you. "

Zhang Xiao crossed the threshold and walked into the almost dark foyer.

The damp, dusty and rotten smell became stronger and stronger.

Although several people raised their wands and lit up the wand tips, even Sirius's super fluorescent flashes still couldn't illuminate too many places.

This room seemed to be greedily devouring light.

Zhang Xiao frowned, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

"Light"

A soft light like the morning sun came from nowhere and instantly filled the whole room.

The place is illuminated to every detail, as if the roof has been lifted directly, exposing it to the sun.

Sirius looked back at him in surprise:

"Is this a new spell just released by the Standard Spells Committee in the past few years?"

"That's not true. You can think of it as a variant of fluorescent flashing, with a special application method," Zhang Xiao said with a smile.

As for the four little ones, they were so accustomed to it that they didn't even bother to ask. Malfoy complained:

"Uncle Blake, once you have been in contact with Zhang for a long time, you will find that no matter what weird things he comes up with, it is normal."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron nodded together, a rare unanimous agreement with Malfoy's statement.

"Well, I thought the Ministry of Magic did a lot of good work during the ten years I was locked up."

Sirius shrugged and extinguished his wand.

Even with his own lighting technique, Zhang Xiao still felt that the whole house exuded an indescribable decay.

It's like this house is dying.

The long, grim foyer has peeling wallpaper and frayed carpet.

There was thick dust and thick cobwebs everywhere, and there were heart-stopping whispers everywhere.

A spiderweb-shaped chandelier overhead has mottled the underlying color, and some portraits that have become blackened with age hang crookedly on the wall.

These portraits have become untouched due to lack of maintenance and time.

These portraits are like those in the mourning hall. There is a rustling sound behind the wall, and it sounds like something is running past in a hurry.

Zhang Xiao clicked his tongue. This house didn't even need to be decorated. It would be a proper haunted house in a horror movie. At least one or two of the characters should die, or they could all be wiped out.

The four little ones obviously thought so too. They leaned closer together unconsciously, looking at their surroundings timidly and curiously.

"It looks a little unclean and a little shabby." Sirius scratched his head and said sheepishly: "I only looked at the door when I came back last time. I didn't know it was in such a state now. .

In my impression, it is still very clean and tidy, but the environment is a bit depressing. "

Suddenly, a terrible scream rang out from the foyer, everyone was startled, and the four little ones jumped up.

In a mess, Malfoy's face turned as white as paper. He twisted his body desperately trying to find a place to hide, but Harry, Ron and Hermione hid behind him.

Holding on to his clothes, three frightened little heads stretched out from his shoulders and sides, looking for the source of the scream.

"Prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, the scoundrel I gave birth to! You still have the nerve to come back! Bah, you don't deserve the noble surname Black!"

Blake's eyebrows were raised high, and he quickly took a few steps forward, only to find a huge portrait on the wall of the foyer going in.

Beside the portrait is a large umbrella stand made from a broken leg of a troll.

The portrait's rant continues:

"Beasts! Bitch! Dirty and sinful scoundrels! Bastards, freaks, ugly monsters, get out of here! How dare you desecrate the home of my ancestors-"

Blake rushed forward, pulled the curtains on both sides of the portrait hard, and roared:

"Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up! Take your damn family glory and sleep forever! There is no more Black family, no more!"

The curtain was pulled up heavily, the roar of the portrait stopped, and the four little ones finally recovered from the shock. They awkwardly let go of the hand holding Malfoy's clothes.

Malfoy was scared to death just now, but now he seemed fearless. He looked at the trio sarcastically and spoke in a longer tone:

"H-Gryffindor? Courage supreme?"

The threesome were speechless and could only lower their heads in shame, speechless.

"I think everyone has met my mother." Sirius said with a straight face, seeming to hate this house even more. Seeing him like this, the little wizards didn't dare to speak.

He seemed to suddenly remember something and shouted loudly:

"Kreacher! Kreacher!"

With a crackling sound, an elf appeared in front of him, wearing only a dirty rag around his waist, like the loincloth used by men in tropical countries to cover their bodies.

The elf looks very old, and his skin seems to be several times more than what his body actually needs. Although his head is bald like all house elves, his two big bat-like ears have grown out. A lot of white hair.

His eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was as big as a pig's.

The elf arched his back, dragged his feet, stared at Sirius, and said in a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog:

"What did Kreacher see?