Sirius Black stepped up the tattered stone steps, frowning at the newly conjured door.

"Why did the old mansion become like this, isn't that what they are most proud of?"

The black paint on the door was peeling off, covered with scratches from the left and right, the silver knocker was in the shape of a large coiled serpent, and there was no keyhole in the door, let alone the letterbox that Muggles had in every house.

This door can only be opened with magic.

Sirius drew his wand and knocked on the door.

There was no response for a long time, just when Sirius thought that the house's protective charm was broken, or that the door opening magic had been changed.

The house finally responded, and there were many loud sounds of metal hitting and clattering like chains sliding.

The pitch-black door "creaked" open.

Sirius stepped over the threshold and into the almost pitch-black foyer.

He smelled a wet, dusty smell and a sweet hint of rot.

The place felt like an empty abandoned house, a perfect haunted house for Muggles, rather than the mansion of the Blacks, the noblest and most famous pure-blood wizarding family in the wizarding world.

Sirius closed the front door with his hand, and the corridor at this section of the gate was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, and only the end of the corridor could see the faint light.

The house is filled with a sense of foreboding, as if walking into a house full of unseen ghosts.

To Sirius, he didn't feel anything in the kind of room that even wizards found uncomfortable.

A wizard who lived in Azkaban for thirteen years, and you talk to him about haunted houses?

Sirius slammed his wand against the wall, and a few flashes of light lit up, and a row of old-fashioned gas lamps lit up on the wall, casting a flickering, unreal glow.

The light shone on the peeling wallpaper and worn carpets in the long, eerie foyer, and the cobweb-like chandelier overhead shimmered, as if it was about to burn at any moment.

Portraits blackened by age hung crookedly on the walls, and the chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table next to it were made in the shape of a serpent.

See portrait photos with cobwebs in them. The corners of Blake's mouth couldn't help but show a hint of sneer.

He wouldn't forget that the portraits had taught him about pure-blood wizards as a child, and that his mother had always been careful to clean up the pictures, which she said represented the glory of the Black family.

He walked through two long, insect-eyed curtains, a little puzzled, for he remembered that there had never been a door here. He didn't push the door open, and afterward, he would be glad he did.

He walked around a large umbrella made from one of the troll's broken legs. The large umbrella stand leaned against the staircase leading to the second floor, and he held on to the wooden staircase handrail and walked up.

He was in a mixed mood at this time, with memories, sadness, ridicule, and guilt.

In every corner he saw, he remembered what had happened, such as this staircase, where he and his brother had fought up and down countless times, causing his mother to be furious.

But now, I can only recall.

Things are not people, Sirius couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In the stairwell on the first and second floors, there is a unique ornament on the wall, which is a row of dry house-elf heads.

Sirius knew that these were the heads of the house-elves who had served the Black family all their lives, and the house-elves of the Black family were proud to be able to hang their heads here after death, and there was a particularly annoying elf named Kreacher in the house, who had been thinking about it all day long, like his mother, who had his head cut off and hung here in the air.

Blake made his way to the second floor and walked through the dimly lit landing.

As soon as I stepped into the second floor, a dazzling sunlight appeared in front of me, countless times brighter than the first floor.

The living room on the second floor was Sirius's favorite place to stay when he was a child, and before he could see what the second floor was abandoned, Sirius couldn't help but think of what the living room used to look like: the living room was very ornate and exquisite, with a large window overlooking the street outside the house, through which Sirius liked to observe the Muggles outside, and a large fireplace, flanked by two ornate glass cabinets, which were filled with the most bragging rights of the Black family, and a wall covered with a tapestry of the Black family tree genealogy。

Even Regulus, the mother's favorite regulus, was not allowed to touch the genealogical tapestry, otherwise he would be punished.

When Sirius adjusted to the sudden increase in light and saw the living room, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The living room was indeed dirty and messy, the curtains of the window were drawn on both sides, and when he stood far away, Sirius saw that the surface of the curtain was full of small foxes, and there was a nest of dead fluff in the corner of the sofa for an unknown amount of time, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the carpet.

Merely......

Sirius was shocked and said, "Harry, why are you here?"

At the desk, which had clearly been magically cleaned, Harry sat on his side, the sun shining on him, his eyebrows seemingly golden. Moreover, Kreacher, the elf who always scolded him behind his back, was bent over and carefully pouring Harry a cup of hot tea with a teapot in both hands.

Even at this point, shocked by Harry's presence here, Sirius couldn't help but blush at Kreacher's attitude - Kreacher had never been so respectful to him since he was a child. Even if his orders were to be obeyed forever, he would still curse with ugly words in his mouth.

Kreacher was now a very old house-elf, barely naked except for a dirty rag around his waist.

His head was bare, with a large pile of white hair growing out of his two large bat-like ears, bloodshot eyes, gray, and a fleshy nose that was large, like a pig's nose.

Seeing that the only heir of the Black family had returned to the old mansion, Kreacher should have knelt down to greet him, but he pretended not to see it.

He suddenly cried out in panic, his voice as hoarse and low as a bullfrog: "I should wash my hands ten times to pour tea for the most distinguished guest, but I forgot it, and only washed it eight times, and Kreacher's brain is broken, and it is really useless." ”

Kreacher clenched his big hands into fists and hammered his head hard, crying and apologizing.

Harry smiled faintly, "It's okay, Kreacher. ”

"Go down first, and I'll have a few words with your master. ”

"You're so forgiving. Kreacher kowtowed, thankfully Dade stepping back.

When he walked to Sirius, who was a little confused, Kreacher still didn't look at Sirius, his voice suddenly raised, and he said very seriously: "Although this sloppy wizard who makes Kreacher reluctant to recall his name is Kreacher's master, Kreacher definitely doesn't have a trace of expectation and joy, please know about it." ”

Sirius: "......"

"Harry, you ......" Sirius didn't know what to say.

Harry said, "Two things ......"

Before Sirius could react, Harry had already raised his wand, and the surging mana exploded in the room, and a pale green light flew out of the wand end, striking Sirius in the head.

Sirius rolled his eyes and fell heavily on the dirty carpet, dust stirring.

Harry flicked his wand, and a fresh breeze swept the room full of dust.

A moment later, Sirius, who seemed to be dead on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up, with a sense of relief that seemed to be clearer and sharper, and some forgotten memories suddenly appeared.

It seems that he was chained all over his body before, and now he has broken a few of them, and it looks like a tattered and leaky wooden barrel, and a few holes have been blocked.

"What kind of magic is this?" Sirius asked curiously.

Harry said, "Anti-Avada Curse." ”

"The Avada Curse is to hurt people's souls, so I reversed this magic and invented another magic that can heal people's souls. ”

"You've created a whole new kind of magic?" Sirius exclaimed, "or through the Unforgivable Spell." ”

Harry said nonchalantly, "Nothing. ”

He frowned: "It seems that this magic can't completely repair your broken soul, you are the first victim of this magic...... Forehead...... Experiencer, I didn't know how effective it was for healing souls, sorry. But that's okay, I've also learned a dozen soul-related tinkering spells from the Forbidden Book Zone, and we'll try them one by one. ”

"What?" Sirius Black was still wondering if Harry's first experiencer meant that he was guinea pig number one, when Harry's wand pointed at him again, and a white glow came out and rushed towards his head.

"Boom. ”

Sirius fell to the ground again.

After a while, Sirius got up again.

Before he could say anything, Harry's eyes lit up and he said, "It seems that these magic have a certain effect, and I have noticed that your soul is slightly complete." ”

Then, another blue spell rushed towards Sirius.

"Boom. ”

Fell......

Wake up and get up again......

Black glow.

"Boom. ”

Fell......

Wake up and get up again......

Colourful magic erupted wildly from the tip of Harry's wand as if it didn't consume magical power.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple......

Take turns to perform.

"Alright...... Alright" Finally, Sirius shouted, "I feel as if something is full in my head and about to explode." ”

Harry paused, took a look at Sirius' soul, and said, "It's full, indeed." ”

So he put away his wand.

......