"Say, 'What is my godfather's house like?' Is it also a castle? Will his family welcome me in? Will it be ......"

"Alright, Harry, you've asked these questions many times along the way."

Clark couldn't stand Harry's chatter, so he turned his head out the window and looked at the rapidly falling buildings.

As a courtesy for his first visit, Clark didn't take Harry directly to the walls of Sirius Black's house using the Floo net.

After all, it is rude for a wizard to break into someone's home through the Floo Network without saying hello.

Of course, it doesn't matter if it's a public place or a place of business.

So Clark and the others were teleported to the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron through Floo.com, and then Clark summoned his own car and drove to Sirius Black's house.

It was only about a thirty-minute drive from the Leaky Cauldron to Grimmauld Place, and Clark and the others were there in no time.

"Young Master, do you need me to wait for you?" The car stopped in the middle of a small square with canopies and weeds, and the old driver of the car turned around and asked, seeing that it was very dilapidated.

"No, you can go back first." Without further explanation, Clark got out of the car with Harry.

"Are you sure it's here?"

Harry looked around curiously, he was one of the twenty-eight pure-blood wizarding families, and he thought that the ancestral home of the Black family should be as luxurious as the Puwett family.

However, the houses around this square have a dirty appearance, and the doors are even more gloomy, and they do not seem to welcome visitors.

In some houses, the windows are also broken, the doors are also showing the color of solid wood under the paint, and there are large amounts of garbage piled up on the front door steps of several rooms, which look like they are uncared for.

This kind of place is clearly the extremely dilapidated slum of London, and even the neighborhood of Harry's uncle's family does not know how much better it is here.

"This should be it." Clark glanced at the house not far away, "The Black family's ancestral home is in Grimmauld Place, and many pure-blood wizard families know that. ”

"And where is my godfather's home?" Harry asked.

Clark glanced at him, "Didn't Blake send you the full address of his house?"

He said as he led Harry out of the meadow.

"Huh? What? Harry looked confused.

"The address that your godfather sent you should have been written on a slip of paper.

The Blake family's ancestral home is protected by the Loyalty Charm, a trick used by many ancient wizarding families, and only guests who have been informed of their owner's detailed address can find their home. ”

Clark explained in detail.

Harry reacted and rummaged through his backpack, and soon found a piece of parchment covered in elongated handwriting in an envelope sent to him by Black.

"Black's home is at 13 Grimmauld Place, London." Harry saw the handwriting on the parchment and whispered it.

"Okay, I see." Clarke's ears were pointy, and Harry didn't need to say it a second time.

The two of them crossed the street and walked some distance along the empty, pungent smell of the street, and finally stopped at the doorway of a house with a faint rumbling sound coming from a window.

At this time, the parchment note in Harry's hand also spontaneously combusted without fire, which startled him, and he quickly let go, allowing the burnt note to fall to the ground.

"This should be it."

Harry quickly looked up when he heard Clarke's words, only to find that they were standing in the door of Grimmauld Twelve Place.

He looked to the left and saw number 11, and to the right he saw that it was number 14.

"Hey, what about Thirteen? It's not going to be the same as platform 9 and 3/4, right? ”

Harry tried to walk to the junction of rooms twelve and fourteen to see if the wall in between could be passed, but Clark stopped him in time.

"Thirteen is not a lucky number for Muggles.

Many even believe that this number will bring disaster and death.

Therefore, at the beginning of the construction of this row of buildings, there should have been no No. 13, but directly jumped from No. 12 to No. 14. ”

This taboo is the same reason that the house number of many houses in China will deliberately avoid the house number with "4".

"It seems that when the Black family moved here to open a new residence, they also borrowed the magic of the number 13 and the Muggles' concept of fear of it."

Clarke's piercing gaze seemed to penetrate a vague black fog and see something more hidden beneath the magic.

"In this case, perhaps it is not just a simple loyalty spell that protects this old Black family mansion.

There should be something else in it...... Some space magic...... Sirius, death, and fear.

It's funny, no wonder Sirius doesn't like to stay in this house......"

Clark seemed to have seen through everything, and his face showed the same expression as it was.

Harry listened in bewilderment, but did his best to pretend to sound so powerful.

Seeing that Clark seemed to have figured it out, he asked curiously, "Then where do we knock?" ”

"Think about what you just saw." Clark replied softly.

Harry immediately thought intently, and as soon as he thought of Twelve Grimmauld Place, a tattered door popped out of thin air between Twelve and Thirteen.

Along with this portal, there are filthy walls and gloomy green windows.

It looked like an extra house, suddenly swelling up, squeezing Twelve and Fourteen on both sides.

Such a strange sight immediately stunned Harry.

At this time, the stereo sound of Building Twelve next door was still making a dull noise, and it was clear that the Muggles who lived in it did not feel anything, and this was the magic of magic.

"Alright, now we can go knock on the door." Clark smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry said this, and as he walked up the tattered stone steps, his eyes wide open at the solid wood door that had just been conjured.

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

Clark relied on his sensitive perception and the psychic ability of [Reading Items], and he could even feel the sharp aura that remained in those scratches, even after so long.

As if sensing someone approaching, the silver knocker in the shape of a large snake coiled on the door instantly came to life, raised its triangular head, and looked at the two children in front of it with ruby eyes.

It was only then that Harry realized that there was neither a keyhole nor a letterbox on the door.

"This ...... That one...... We're here for Sirius Black, and we've been invited...... I am his godson. ”

Harry said nervously as he faced the dangerous-looking silver snake knocker.

However, the sound fell to Clarke's ears and turned into a short, eerie "hiss", and it was clear that Harry had activated his Parseltongue abilities in the face of this thing.

The silver serpent's face showed a puzzled expression, and it tilted its head, as if it was the first time it had seen a human boy who could speak the language of their snakes.

Fortunately, at this time, someone in the house seemed to hear the movement outside the door, or the silver snake informed its owner.

Soon, Harry and Clark heard a loud, metallic click on the door.

The sound sounded like a myriad of metal mechanisms turning behind the door, and a few seconds later, the dilapidated door of 13 Grimmauld Place creaked open, revealing a porch that was even more dilapidated than it looked.

And, a Sirius Black who looked much better.

"Harry!" Sirius shouted with joy at the sight of Harry.

He strode forward, spread his arms, and embraced Harry, who was still a little nervous, into his arms.

"Thank goodness you're finally here, I thought you didn't want to come and stay with me."

"No, how could it be, I just went to Clarke's house for a while." Harry, who had left Sirius's arms, hurriedly explained.

Sirius Black turned his head when he heard this, and he also spotted Clark standing on the steps to the side, and smiled and said hello.

"It's great to see you, Clark, thank you for inviting Harry to your house and sending him over.

He always told me in his letters that your castle is wonderful, and that he would not be disappointed in my house. ”

Blake made a joke.

"I don't think Harry is like that," Clark said with a smile, "Maybe for him, as long as there are relatives, wherever he is, it will be home." ”

This sentence successfully defused the slightly awkward atmosphere between Harry and Sirius Black, and the two looked at each other and smiled, and Black quickly stepped out of the way and stretched out his hand.

"Come in," he said cheerfully, "but don't go too far inside, and be careful not to touch anything." ”

As he said the last sentence, Clark noticed a hint of disgust in Blake's tone, as if there was something in it that he hated.

The two followed Sirius Black into an almost completely dark porch.

Even though Blake seemed to have cleaned up when they got home, they could still smell a wet, dusty smell.

The smell was like rotting wood and piles of dirt, giving the impression that you were stepping into a grave, and it also filled the Black family's old mansion with an air of staleness, old age, and decay.

Blake had apparently noticed the situation, and for the first time he felt uneasy at the sight of Harry's frown.

He waved his wand lightly, and out of nowhere there was a soft hissing sound, and then all the gas lamps on the walls lit up, as if that would dispel the smell of corruption in the air.

Beams of dim light cast onto the mottled wallpaper on both sides, illuminating a corridor covered with worn carpet.

At the top of the hallway, a cobweb-covered tree-shaped decorative lamp shimmered, and old blackened portraits hung crookedly on the walls.

"Bang-"

The door to Black's old mansion slammed shut behind Clark's back, and they heard the loud sound of countless metal traps locking, startling the two of them.

"I'm sorry, I haven't cleaned up my house for too long, and there is no one to live in." Sirius smiled awkwardly, and Clark even saw a hint of flattery in his face.

Luckily, Harry didn't seem to care, "That's amazing!" Compared to my uncle's house, this is a paradise. ”

Blake also had a bright smile on his face, and Clark didn't say anything about it, he just stood in the dimly lit foyer, silently looking at the somewhat dilapidated old mansion in front of him—

It was a typical pure-blood mansion, and Clark had seen many of them when he visited some wizarding families before.

Unlike what they had seen from the outside, the house was much larger on the inside, and it was obvious that it had been enlarged by magic.

Many of the ornaments you can see around are hundreds of years old – pick up a random one and it might have been used by a famous wizard.

"Let's go, let's go around," Sirius said to Harry with gratitude, "I've cleared a room for you to see if you like it." ”

The three of them passed a rickety table at the entrance of the foyer and a crow-shaped candlestick on it, and walked down a long, narrow corridor with no end in sight.

Beneath, the creaking sound of the dilapidated floor sounded particularly creepy in the old, empty house.

On either side of the corridor are two long, insect-eyed curtains.

Harry glanced curiously, wondering if there was some secret hidden behind the curtain, but he didn't stretch out his hand, just continued to follow Sirius forward.

The trio made their way to the end of the hallway, bypassing a large umbrella stand that appeared to be made from a troll's severed leg, and to the left of the umbrella stand, a dark staircase.

If you go up the stairs, you will find that the wall next to the stairs seems to be decorated with something, and it seems to be a row of crumpled heads.

Harry thought that the ancestors of the Black family were hunters like Clark's grandfather, but when he leaned his head in curiosity to take a look, he gasped.

The wall trim was nailed to the heads of house-elves.

They both had the same ugly noses, exactly like the Dobby Harry had seen before.

It also adds an eerie touch to the house, as if it belonged to the most evil of dark wizards.

It's also a pure-blood wizard family, is this the normal decoration style, and the Puwitt family is just an alternative?

Harry's mind was filled with confusion, and at the same time, he felt a little worried about his future life here.

And just as they were about to step onto the wooden staircase, which looked very old, full of cracks and holes, an unexpected figure appeared in front of the three of them—it was a house elf.