"Here we are, Grimmauld Square. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"The taxi driver opened the trunk and moved the two huge suitcases down.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger were going to write the code word _(:з"∠)_, so only Roger and Hermione were coming.

The boy scanned the surroundings as he got out of the car, a small, dilapidated square, surrounded by tall and crumbling houses, and many of the windows had shattered glass, and most of the paint on the doors had peeled off, and there was garbage everywhere in front of him.

"Number 12, number 12...", Hermione pulled her box across the lawn onto the road, going from house to house looking at the door signs.

The reason why he didn't let the driver drive over was because Roger really didn't believe that the Black family's mansion didn't have the slightest Muggle banishment charm.

Look at the dilapidated appearance of Grimmauld Place, which is not inhabited by a few people.

The two men quickly stopped, and they found number 12, and when they crossed a broken stone staircase, they saw that the black paint on the door had peeled off, and there was neither a keyhole nor a letter box.

The boy reached forward and knocked on the door of the typical down-and-out family.

Unexpectedly, a huge impact pushed out of the door.

Roger was defenseless, staggered a step, and there were steps behind him, and he rolled down with his feet in the air.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked politely, looking down at the boy lying at her feet.

"It's the bear's ......," Roger muttered to himself, slapping the dust off his body and standing up from the ground.

"What?" his voice was too small for the girl to hear.

"Ahem... Nothing ......" Roger glanced in the other direction.

Hermione's lips pursed, she keenly sensed that something was wrong, there must be something wrong here!

Just as he was about to speak, a series of loud sounds of metal striking sounded, followed by a rattle of chains.

The door was sourly pushed open, and the old face of Blake, a middle-aged handsome man, poked out from inside.

"I just heard movement...... Roger, and Hermione, it's you two—" He saw the two children, and walked out very enthusiastically to help them lift the box, "You came a lot later than I expected... Come, go into the house. ”

"There's a traffic jam on the road..."Roger shrugged his shoulders and followed, still complaining: "And your doorbell design is very unique...... Rely on the sound of visitors wrestling to alert the people in the room?"

"Oh, I'm sorry... My mom was very fond of Muggles when she was alive... You know, it's the pure-blood kind... Scorn... So she casts a spell on the door, and if she doesn't take out her wand beforehand, it will teach her a lesson. I've been trying to crack it lately, but it's not going to be a big deal......," Blake struggled to crack it without, carrying his two suitcases.

The porch was narrow and long, and there were only a few old-fashioned gas lamps that flickered and glowed.

"I thought Harry had warned you in the letter......" Blake gulped in the damp and dusty air, and lowered the two boxes to the side of the stairs, and the man leaned in, "Oh my God! Call... I'm tired of it......"

Hermione's suitcase contained tons of books, and Roger tucked Pandora into his suitcase, neither of which was lightweight.

Sirius, who had been in prison for more than ten years, had not recovered yet, and naturally gasped for dogs.

"Kreacher!" Blake shouted into the kitchen.

A house-elf wearing a pillowcase with the coat of arms of the Black family, old enough to loosen his flesh and skin, slowly moved out.

His skin was bare, his two bat-like ears drooped down, his gray eyes bloodshot, and his flesh-colored nose looked big like a pig's mouth.

Hermione almost didn't scream.

"First werewolves, and now mudbloods, what would my poor mistress say to old Kreacher if she knew he had let these scum into her house?...... What a shame. The poor old elf muttered, but when he saw Blake, he immediately bowed deeply, and the pig's nose almost touched the ground, and he looked a little funny.

"What is this? Oh, I mean... Who is he?" Hermione said as she looked at him unnaturally.

"The house-elves of the Black family," Sirius gave Kreacher a disdainful glance, then commanded, "move these two boxes upstairs." ”

"Yes, master. The old elf, apparently unable to disobey the order, dragged up two suitcases taller than him and disappeared with a loud fart sound.

"He's been alone for too long," Blake said, glancing in disgust at where Kreacher was, "taking orders from my mother's portrait, often talking to himself... There's no need to ignore him. ”

Roger looked up at the portrait at the corner of the staircase, obscured by a long dark curtain.

But Hermione was caught by the head of a house-elf hanging on the wall next to her: "What's that?"

"When the elves of the house can't hold the plates, they cut off their heads and hang them on the wall of the master's house to decorate them...... This family tradition was also started by my dear great-great-aunt Elladora. Blake casually explained, "Come on, come this way, Harry went out on his broomstick too late last night, and he should still be sleeping...... Watch out for that umbrella stand. ”

Hermione bypassed the large umbrella stand made of the troll's severed legs, and followed behind Blake in disbelief, "How can you do that...... It's barbaric! It's 1992 now! It's not the colonial era of centuries ago. ”

Roger patted the girl on the shoulder and defended Blake: "There will be some similar things in every big family that has been passed down to some extent, regardless of region, race, or wizard...... World harmony is not something to be talked about casually. ”

Hermione jerked her head back and asked him menacingly, "What about your Collins family?"

"Hmm," Roger looked back and thought for a moment, "I remember my uncle said... When they first arrived in the Americas and established colonies, they tried in vain to revive the power of the first night... It's a pity that it failed. ”

Kindness... Roger's cheap daddy is the root of a lustful embryo......

However, Hermione looked at the boy with extreme contempt.

"Well, family affairs are not to be confused with individuals...... Blake took the shoulders of the two children into the living room, "It's like this family can't accommodate me at all... So after attending Hogwarts, I moved to the Potter house. ”

"It was my happiest time...... he said, and then pressed the two of them into the sofa, and one of them poured a small glass of red wine: "Please wait a moment, have a glass of red wine appetizer, I have ordered Mokmoto's lunch, which will be delivered soon." ”