"Aven, how are you going to find that monster?" Sirius asked, looking around warily. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Of course it's an apparition, and we can't walk there, because we don't want anyone else to know that I'm going to apparition. Evan said, pulling Sirius to a remote corner where no one was around, "Come on, I'll take you on my toes!"

As soon as his words fell, the figures of the two disappeared from the spot in an instant, as if they had never appeared in that place.

A few seconds later, two men appeared in a messy and barren meadow.

Compared with the lively commercial block just now, the surroundings are as quiet as death, and the doors of the houses on both sides of the street are gloomy, looking like they are thousands of miles away.

Some houses had broken windows that glowed dimly in the light of street lamps, many doors were peeling with paint, and a few homes were littered with garbage outside the front door steps.

In front of them was a large old house, like the ancestral home of the Black family at Twelve Grimmauld Place.

"Pure-blood wizard family!" Sirius said disdainfully, staring at a massive statue in the center of the courtyard.

It was a knight, and he was raising his sword aloft with Charles the Bold of the Duke of Burgundy marked below.

This was the last independent Duke of Burgundy in history, and it became so famous that it seems that the owner of the house should be his descendants.

Truth be told, the old house looks very uncomfortable, with dirty walls, eerie windows, and most creepy of all, the carved owl statues on the exterior walls, which maintain strange movements that ordinary people can't imagine, silently watching visitors.

The window of one of the bedrooms on the third floor was broken and no one repaired it, and it was like a haunted house in the scariest of all kinds.

It is supposed to be the old house of the oldest pure-blood wizard family in Dijon, as the barkeeper said, and not long ago, its last hostess was found dead in her room, brutally murdered by the terrible owl man.

Aven wondered for a while, why did that monster come here, and what does it have to do with this pure-blood wizard family?!

"I don't like this place!" Sirius muttered, "there's a strong sinister aura in this house. ”

"I don't like it either, but the traces are gone here!" said Aven, pulling out his wand, "This house is protected by magic that prevents me from sensing that monster." But it's definitely in there, let's go in and have a look......"

He and Sirius walked in without knocking, for the door was open.

The monster that had just escaped seemed to know that Evan was chasing it, and didn't even close the door, or that it was deliberately waiting for Evan to come.

On the floor, the seal of the French Ministry of Magic was rudely torn off and tossed into the foyer, covered in dust.

"Be careful!" Sirius said, the end of his wand glowing, "I'll go ahead!"

Evan nodded, and followed Sirius across the threshold into the almost dark foyer.

He smelled a wet, dusty smell, and a sweet, rotten smell with a hint of blood......

It's hard to imagine that this house was inhabited not long ago.

The place felt like an abandoned empty house, in a dilapidated state, with things thrown everywhere.

Maybe it was the damage caused by the previous Aurors who came to investigate, or maybe it was like that.

In the flickering glimmer, Evan felt a strange sense of foreboding, as if they had walked into a house of dying people.

He could feel that something was watching them, in the darkness that could not be dispelled.

Under the feet, the polished carpet is soft to step on, which makes people very unsteady, worried about when it will fall.

The two of them were cautious, but nothing happened, and the monster didn't know where to go.

Walking through the long, eerie foyer, Evan saw a large glass cabinet in the living room, which contained a large specimen of an owl, which he had never seen before......

From any angle, it's clear that the owner of this house has a soft spot for owls.

His gaze continued to advance, and the wall behind the cabinet was crooked and covered with portraits blackened by age, whose owners did not know where they had gone, leaving only rows of empty frames.

The square picture frame is like a coffin placed on the wall, detaining the souls of the past.

The passage leading to the kitchen and dining room is flanked by the heads of crumpled house-elves.

They were packed together, looking more than the Black family's, a bit like the walls of the basement of the Hogwarts kitchen.

It's so unpleasant to see, just imagine that during a meal, hundreds of house-elf zombie heads are spookily facing you, some of them covered in an unknown liquid that is very disgusting at first sight......

Walking through this passage, Evan could hardly guarantee that he would have any appetite.

If the last owner of this house does not have a house-elf head collector, it proves that the pure-blood wizard family that once lived here is very prominent, has a long history, and has the ability to have dozens of house-elves at the same time, which is quite rare among pure-blood wizard families.

Of course, that's all in the past, and now it's a big empty house.

"Where are we going?" Sirius stopped in front of the stairs and looked around, "I think it's best not to split up. ”

"Upstairs, I'd like to go see that room on the third floor first!" Evan said, gesturing upwards.

It's the scene of a murder, and you might find something that no one else has noticed, and know why the owl monster killed its owner.

Evan and Sirius made their way up the dark staircase, avoiding some of the most dangerous-looking dark magic items.

There was only one door on the top floor, and Sirius waved his wand, and the bedroom doorknob rotated automatically, and the door was opened.

Suddenly, the cold night wind poured in, and right in front of them was the large broken window, and the gray curtains fluttered in the wind.

Evan smelled the pungent smell of blood, mixed with the blowing wind, which was very uncomfortable.

Sirius stepped in and stopped abruptly, "Aven, you'd better not come in, you won't like it here." ”

"What's wrong?" Evan followed into the room.

Then he saw that the room in front of him was splattered with blood. On the ground, on the surrounding walls, and on the high ceilings, there were patches of dark brown color everywhere, releasing the smell of blood and infinite fear......

As you can imagine, that owl man was definitely a pervert.

It seemed to have smashed the victim into pieces of flesh with something, and then churned her body around the room.

"This was done by the monster, and I saw it kill poor old Mary, the last owner of this house, the last heir of this old family, by the most primitive and cruel means. "I know that it is a curse, it will kill all the descendants of the Duke of Burgundy, it will take revenge, it will make everyone die." Moreover, it is not over, the people of this family are dead, and it will be the turn of the others soon!"