Standing in the dimly lit foyer, Evan looked around curiously.

As the mansion of the Black family, 12 Grimmauld Place is a typical pure-blood wizard's house, with decorations everywhere, all of which are hundreds of years old, and if you put it outside, it is definitely a priceless antique.

In front of them, there was a long and narrow corridor with no end in sight.

Facing the foyer was a tree-shaped decorative lamp, and a large candelabra on a rickety table not far away looked like a large poisonous snake.

After Voldemort's return, the house was used as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. No one should have used it yet, and naturally it was not protected by magic, and it was clear from the thick dust around that no one had been here for a long time.

Evan didn't know why Sirius had brought them here, and it stands to reason that he should have been filled with disgust at the house. But he just mentioned that he's coming here to pick up Christmas presents for himself and Hermione, I don't know what it is?!

"It's been uninhabited for more than a decade, so we'd better hurry up and get out of here when we're done. Sirius whispered, and he was the first to enter the foyer.

The dilapidated floor creaked with a creaking sound, and it sounded particularly creepy inside the old, empty house.

Evan didn't know what they were going to get, but he knew that the Slytherin locket was kept here, and that it would save a lot of trouble if he could find it and destroy it.

The locket was supposed to be kept in Sirius' brother Regulus's room, and where it was placed was unknown to Aven.

If he had the chance, he was ready to look for it.

Evan hurried to catch up with Sirius, Hermione involuntarily grabbed his arm, and Harry walked ahead of the two of them, his face mixed with inexplicable nervousness and excitement.

In the long, dimly lit hallway, they walked around a large umbrella stand that appeared to be made from one of the trolls' severed legs.

To the left of the umbrella stand, there is a dark staircase, and the wall next to it seems to be decorated with something.

Sirius didn't go upstairs, but Aven, Harry, and Hermione leaned over with curiosity, looking like they were hanging on the wall and blurry. Then, the three of them took a breath in unison, and they saw a row of crumpled heads gathered on the wall panels.

All house-elf heads, and they all have the same ugly big noses.

"I don't understand, this house looks like it belongs to the most evil of dark wizards. Harry whispered, "Why do Sirius's parents live here?"

"Remember, with the exception of Sirius, all members of the Black family are from Slytherin. Evan replied in a low voice, "Considering their tastes, you should be able to understand that." ”

"Why did they put the house-elf's head on the wall?" Hermione's face was full of fear and confusion, and there was a hint of anger hidden in it.

"That's not what they hung up, it's probably the tradition of house-elves, who have been in a wizard's family since birth until they are too old to do anything, and then they cut off their heads and hang them on the walls of their master's house as decoration. This is probably the most glorious thing for them. ”

"I don't understand, it's just the most ridiculous thing!" Hermione said hesitantly, "Dobby isn't like that"

"He's an offbeat, he's different from other house-elves. Evan patted Hermione lightly on the shoulder, "We'd better wait until we get back to school to discuss this, I'm feeling bad here." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Evan always feels that something is hiding in the house, secretly watching them in the dark, and this feeling is very strong.

But when I looked around, I didn't see anything.

As the three of them spoke, Sirius didn't stop, his figure disappearing around the corner of the narrow corridor.

They hurried to follow, and then they walked past two long, insect-eyed curtains, behind which seemed to be a hidden door.

As Harry passed, he glanced curiously behind the curtain.

In the next second, he involuntarily took a few steps back, his face panicked, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"Inside, inside is a portrait, and on top is "

Evan turned his head, and he saw that the curtain on the wall automatically slid to the sides, revealing what was hidden behind it, and on the wall hung a portrait of a fierce-looking old lady.

Seeing Aven, Harry, and Hermione, the old lady let out a ghostly scream, and she waved her claw-like hands as if to grab their faces.

"Get out of here, you brutes, you bitches, who allowed you to enter my ancestors' house, this is the Black family"

The old lady's face was horrified and hideous, and just as the three of them stood still, not knowing what to do, Sirius Black rushed back.

"Shut up, you terrible old witch, shut up!" he roared, trying to close the curtain again.

"You, you!" the old lady looked at Sirius in disbelief with wide eyes, and then let out an even sharper voice, "It's you, the shame of the family, the son of the son I gave birth to!

"I told you, shut up!" Sirius roared, pulling the curtain up with great effort.

The screams died away, followed by a silence that echoed.

"Who is this?" Harry asked in a low voice, still looking apprehensive.

"My mother, I think you know each other, she was like this when she was still alive. Sirius said with a straight face.

"She, She's Yours"

"Yes, my dear good mother. Sirius said, "Didn't I just say that this is my parents' house, and they were going to leave him to my brother, but I'm left alone in the Black family, so it's now mine." ”

"What are we doing here?" asked Aven.

"Come and get the Christmas present for you and Hermione. Sirius explained, "I've asked Lupin, Hagrid, and others about your preferences, you and Hermione both love to read, and the Black family's library is in this house, and there are a lot of out-of-print magic books, many of which have been passed down through the Black family for centuries and are not even seen outside, and I think you will be interested." ”

"Precious magic books?!" Evan was stunned for a moment.

Compared to the ignorant Harry and Hermione, he knew the value of these books.

Because he has been asking the Blott Bookstore to collect magic books in this area, Evan has a good understanding of the actual value of magic books.

The value of an out-of-print magic book is immeasurable and invaluable.

These are the fundamentals of the pure-blood wizard family's inheritance, and no one will take it out unless it is absolutely necessary, and if there is no certain opportunity, outsiders will not have the opportunity to view it at all.

The longer the wizarding family, the more valuable the collection of magic books.

The history of the Black family can be traced back thousands of years, and the most noble and oldest Black family can be said to be one of the only remaining pure-blood wizard families in the wizarding world today. Their family's collection of books, Ai Wen was thrilled just thinking about it.

He wanted to hurry up and take a look, but was it too expensive to use these magic books as Christmas gifts?!

As if sensing Evan's concern, Sirius explained in a flat tone, "Don't shirk, you guys have helped me more than a few magic books can repay. Besides, if you don't read them, those books will just be moldy there. (To be continued.) )