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"What should I do? I managed to get these materials with great difficulty, and if I didn't use them properly, it would be too wasteful. ”

"Okay, you can go back with me first, I'll see if I can find someone to do this in two days, I still know some guys who don't like the Ministry of Magic very much. ”

After Blake said this, Darren had no better way but to agree, and then, he experienced the first time in his life, apparition.

When Blake grabbed Darren's phantom shift, Darren first felt a strong pulling sensation, as if Blake was pulling him hard, and then his eyes were pitch black, and at the same time the pull turned into a squeeze, he was strongly squeezed from all directions, his chest seemed to be tightly strangled by several iron hoops, and even breathing was extremely difficult, he felt that his eyeballs were squeezed back into his head, and his eardrums were pressed deep into his skull, as if they were stuffed into a large jar filled with high-pressure gas, and they were to be crushed into a ball, which felt more uncomfortable than using a Floo net……

Perhaps because of Blake, when Darren's apparition appeared, he was already standing on a dilapidated stone staircase with a door number next to it that read, 12 Grimmauld Place.

He looked up at the house, and saw that it was as dilapidated as 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place nearby, with black-painted doors mottled with patent leather and scratches of varying lengths, and a silver serpentine knocker hanging silently.

Blake stretched out his hand and pushed on the door, with a loud and hula sound, the door creaked open, Darren followed him in, there was a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall inside, the light illuminated the foyer, Darren saw that the wall was covered with ancient wallpaper, and some portraits, all of which were also dim, obviously very old, and indeed the "oldest" family.

Blake continued to walk inside, about to take a room at the end of Darren's corridor, on the way, Darren saw an umbrella stand by the wall, which seemed to be made of one of the legs of a troll, what a strange taste, last Halloween once a troll was put into Hogwarts by Professor Quirrell, ugly, and stinking to death.

"After I was sent to Azkaban by those stupid Aurors, it was uninhabited for so long that Kreacher didn't even clean it seriously, so it multiplied, and I went to the Pest Advisory Committee many times, but they always couldn't deal with it, these idiots, they always complained about the portraits and elves in my house and yelled at them, and even threatened me to have someone from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I guess they didn't have the guts. Blake was quite upset when it came to the Ministry of Magic, which was understandable considering what had happened to him.

But in terms of what Darren has seen from "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", the empty houses of wizards are not easy to clean, because in addition to ordinary creatures such as rats and cockroaches, the magic emitted by wizards will attract all kinds of magical creatures, such as boggarts, foxes, spotted mans, and even ghouls and the like, not to mention the old mansions that have been almost idle for more than ten years.

"Fortunately, they have cleaned most of the rooms except for the basement and some storage rooms, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to invite you to come and stay, it was a real mess when Harry last visited, there were only three rooms in the house to use, we didn't even have a kitchen, so we had to ask Kreacher to go out and buy something to eat. ”

"Kreacher?" "After coming in for so long, Darren didn't see the black elf, I don't know if it was deliberately hiding, or if it was really using the standard of an excellent house elf to demand itself, so that you didn't know about his existence at all, I couldn't help but ask curiously, but it seemed that Black misunderstood what he meant.

"Oh, Kreacher is our house-elf, they've been in the Black family for every generation, I should let it meet you, or God knows what it will do, Kreacher!"

As Blake shouted, Darren found that Kreacher was around the corner of the hallway, and he walked out slowly, step by step, hunched over his back, dragging his feet, with only a dirty rag around his waist, which looked like a belt, but only wide.

When he approached, Darren saw his appearance, like all house-elves, Kreacher also had a big head with long ears and a big nose, but he had a lot of white hair in those ears, gray eyes, and wrinkled bodies, but it was definitely not thought that he was too fat.

As he walked, Kreacher's mouth was still chattering, as if he was talking to himself, but the voice was indeed a bit loud, and Darren could hear it clearly, "A mudblood, the young master actually let a mudblood enter the door, my poor hostess, if she was still here, she would never allow this kind of thing to happen." ”

Apparently, Kreacher's words embarrassed Blake greatly, "Damn it, shut up!"

Hearing Blake's order, Kreacher immediately closed his mouth, but Darren could see the hatred in Kreacher's eyes, and he didn't want to think about what Kreacher couldn't say at this time.

"Listen, this is Darren, you're going to call him Mr. Sean, or sir, his request is what I ask, and you're going to obey his orders in the same way, understand?"

Kreacher covered his mouth with his hand and nodded.

"Alright, let's go, go get us some food. ”

Still covering his mouth, Kreacher bowed, and dragged his feet away as he had come.

Seeing Darren staring at Kreacher, Blake shook his head, "It's been alone for too long, taking some crazy orders from my mother's portrait and talking to itself, but it used to be a nasty elf. ”

Aside from this little episode, Darren was quite happy at 12 Grimmauld Place, and despite looking insane, Kreacher was pretty good at cooking, preparing a hearty meal that tasted good, better than Hogwarts'.

Blake tells Darren a lot about his adventures at Hogwarts against school rules, and shows him around the house, even though many of the things are quite scary, such as the specimen of the elven head hanging on the wall.

"When house-elves are too old to hold their plates, we cut off their heads and hang them on the wall, our family tradition," Blake said.