"Retribution !!"

Owen took a sip on him.

Tell me, why is there so much!

Sticking to someone else's body like a piece of gum, really, don't you see Harry's face darken?

If Hermione hadn't allowed him to do anything, the old Owen would have cut out the tongue and blocked his throat.

“.”

Looking at Owen's reaction, Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes as she followed.

You're embarrassed to talk to others.

You've only been talking for more than ten minutes, and you can't stand it.

What is it that you have been talking for hours before that?

It's up to you to feel the pain we've suffered.

Hermione thought viciously.

She just felt that the trip was too short, and the conductor didn't say enough.

———— Owen jumped out of the car.

In front of you, there is a small square.

The houses around the square have a dirty exterior and do not look like they are welcoming to visitors.

Some houses have broken windows and are lifeless, paint is peeling off many doors, and a lot of garbage is piling up on the steps ahead.

"Uh-huh, as I imagined, exactly the same place where the classic villains from fairy tales such as the Dark Wizard and the Old Witch live!" Owen said sarcastically.

This place - hmph, I don't want to give it to him for nothing.

It's not easy to recruit rent.

Look at the wall, if the house is his, how much will it cost him to redecorate?

And it's not close to the city center, so who would choose to live here?

Except for wizards, but wizards who are willing to pay to rent a house, they are all notoriously poor.

He's going to rent a house, how much oil and water can you squeeze out of him?

Owen was silently talking about it in his heart.

In an instant, it came to the conclusion that this place was worthless at all.

And just as he continued to ponder the muggle value of this place, there was a commotion behind him.

Owen thought Sirius was retorting to him.

But when he turned around, he saw that on the knight's bus, a man with a thin yellow face, long hair, who could not see his face clearly, and could only see a pair of frightened eyes, raised his wand and aimed it at Sirius, who was about to get off the bus.

"He's Blake! That Death Eater! He cried out in horror.

The sound seemed to come from the sky.

Far and near.

His duck-like voice echoed everywhere.

"Wait." Sanpark, who was on the side, struggled to prop up his head from the ground.

The wizard who smashed at him hit his head against the metal pillar of the car, fainted, and now weighed heavily on him.

"The Death Eaters appeared. He's right in front of me, what am I going to do? What am I going to do! "That guy is not very conscious at the moment, and probably hasn't recovered from the impact of the car just now.

"He's going to kill someone, he's going to kill me, he's going to kill me."

The man wailed, but with a quick wave of his wand in his hand, the familiar spell came from his mouth, "Ava—"

"Stop, you idiot, he's innocent!" Sampark's eyes widened, and he stared desperately at the aura of death that was gradually spreading in front of him.

"Sirius, be careful!" Harry's hair exploded, and his eyes widened.

Then he drew his wand and frantically pounced on Sirius, who had already gotten out of the car.

"Except for your weapons~"

Fortunately, Hermione in the car had been keeping an eye on several passengers.

She was worried that the wizards had broken their heads.

But when the delirious wizard tried to kill Sirius, she reacted quickly, and before the idiot could finish the spell, her disarming charm had already struck him.

With a "bang", the wand in the witch's hand flew to the bottom of the bed like a kite with a broken string.

A powerful spell also worked on him.

He was almost knocked unconscious.

On the other side, Ron rushed up quickly, got up and kicked the man in the head, kicking him under the bed.

"Oh! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Sampak looked at the crowd in shock.

He was amazed at the level of the little wizards' powerful duels.

I was even more surprised that Raymond, that old thing, would use a killing curse on an innocent person in the street.

"Don't-"

I saw that several young wizards were still holding their wands, and their eyes were not kind to look at the male wizard under the bed.

Sampak hurriedly shouted.

Then he finally crawled out from under the Tarzan.

"He's Raymond Sr., an employee of the Department of Magical Beasts of the Ministry of Magic, whose office was asked by the Minister of Magic to assist the Aurors in hunting down the Death Eaters. ”

He stepped forward and stopped Ron, who was trying to get out the old guy and continue to beat him.

"Redhead, you're from the Weasleys!"

He recognized Ron.

"Arthur Weasley's department has also been drafted."

"This guy has never trained as an Auror, he hasn't slept in days, he's mentally tense."

"So what? He had just tried to kill Sirius. Ron yelled.

"He doesn't know!" Thornparker took out the newspaper in his arms, "Look, Blake's report is like this, he was promoted as a Death Eater for half a year, and now the newspapers are all Harry Potter, and Black is that big, and old Raymond doesn't have time to read the newspaper." ”

Sampak anxiously explained: "Now the wizarding world is like this, and everyone is scared. ”

"For Arthur's sake, take the child, he is your relative!"

"That's my dad!"

"yes!" Sampark pulled Ron away, "Then you should be able to relate to it, I heard that Mr. Arthur fainted from exhaustion while chasing the Death Eaters. ”

"What?" Ron was stunned. His mother never told him about it.

"Don't worry, I'm just tired of leaning against the corner and falling asleep."

"As a conductor of a knight's car, I listen a lot." Sanpak tilted his head and looked at the patron on the ground.

Not every household is connected to Floo.

Some of the things that were due to the structure of the houses - most of them were Muggle-born or lived in Muggle-built houses - the wizards commuted to work every day by knight bus.

Sampak knows his passengers.

Old Raymond was a good man, he was at least a little old and confused.

By ———— time, Sirius had re-boarded the car.

He soothed Harry.

Everything happened so suddenly, if it was an ordinary battle, he could have reacted, but just now he couldn't.

He didn't speak, but stared coldly at the man who crawled out from under the bed, curled up, holding the wand he had just picked up from the ground in both hands, against his chest, and his eyes were full of horror.

Only then did he see the man's face.

A face full of fear and exhaustion, greasy and lonely.

"Let's go~" He put his wand away, and then chased Hermione and Ron out of the car.

Finally, in a deep gaze, I got out of the car again.

Blake led the three of them down the deserted, pungent smell of the street, stopping in front of a house with a sign that said it was 12 Grimmauld Place.

He was silent.

But the little wizards behind him were all active.

"I should have beaten that guy up just now to make him more memory!" Ron said obediently, and a pair of eyes fell on Owen's body as if they were nothing.

The expression is quite strange.

He looked very angry, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes, but all worry.

"Forget it!" Sirius said, "At least he gave me some inspiration." ”

He said in frustration.

The reason for what has just happened is nothing more than the inevitable result of Barty Crouch's exposure to the Unforgivable Restriction Act.

In fact, he was more in favor of Crouch.

He knows better than anyone how difficult Britain is at the moment.

The Aurors simply had no power to keep everyone safe.

Wizards in England had to fight for themselves spontaneously.

Obviously—Dumbledore disagreed, but Sirius thought that lifting the Unforgivable Curse Restriction would give the Dark Wizards a strong deterrent.

Even if ordinary wizards can't beat dark wizards, they can still deter them and make them have some scruples.

But now

Everything that just happened proved that Dumbledore was right.

The lifting of the law did not bring stability to this society, but rather exacerbated its chaos.

"How can you forget it? At least we're going to have to write a letter of complaint to the Ministry of Magic about their employees killing innocents, my dad ———"

Ron was a little speechless. After a pause, he continued, "He can't go wrong. ”

He should write a letter to his mom.

Or go home and see Dad.

Maybe you can get some potions or something from Owen, didn't he make a lot of pick-me-ups?

Thinking in his mind, Ron admitted that the revenge just now was actually saving the guy.

Because he was so scared that Owen would rush straight up and kill the guy with a life-threatening spell.

That old Raymond he knew, Berned Raymond.

His father had one of the few friends in the Ministry of Magic.

I've been to their house before.

He has changed a lot, I remember that he was obviously short hair before, but now he has long hair, and it is dirty, covering his face completely, so that he did not recognize him at the first time.

Ron, who was frightened for a while, involuntarily glanced at Owen again.

"Look at what, look!" Owen replied with some amusement, "Do you think anyone can use a life-requisitioning charm?" ”

"Please, just like him, being able to pop up Sirius and get a nosebleed is considered extraordinary."

"But"

"Are you really talking, Ronald, and you're going to take away the sin that deserves to be imprisoned in Azkaban with a letter of complaint?"

He looked at Ron with a smirk.

Ron, on the other hand, looked at him with an embarrassed face.

"Hmph~ boring."

Unlike all the ordinary houses in the surrounding area, 12 Grimmauld Place is very grand and noble, but it is also dilapidated, like a haunted house.

The black paint on the house was tattered and scratched, the silver doorknob had twisted into a serpentine shape, and the door had neither a keyhole nor a letterbox.

Sirius pulled out his wand and knocked on the door, he wasn't in high spirits, as Owen had said, he didn't think the cowardly-looking creature could use the Killing Curse.

If anyone can easily cast a killing curse, then this most evil of dark magic is too cheap!

If you want to cast a killing curse, in addition to having strong mana as the basis for casting the spell, you also need to be filled with a strong killing intent in your heart.

And just now, he didn't feel the killing intent in that old man.

He felt nothing but fear.

But it didn't make him happy.

Because you can force a good person to recite that evil spell———— what is wrong with this world?

Owen, who was following Sirius, heard a loud, metallic click from the door, sounding like a metal chain.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open.

"Alright, let's get inside!" Sirius took a deep breath and whispered, "Don't go too deep, remember, don't touch anything." ”

Harry and Hermione walked into the almost completely dark hall with worried expressions on their faces, the smell of mold and dust coming to their faces.

The place feels like an abandoned building.

The foyer, where the sun shines, is filled with ornate and noble ornaments, but it is covered with dust, and the house has a strange feeling, as if it were dying.

Walking up the stairs they came to an ornate living room with a large window overlooking the street in front of the house, a large fireplace flanked by two ornate glass cabinets, and a wall covered with a Black family tree-shaped genealogical tapestry.

The glass doors lining the fireplace were very dirty, and inside were all sorts of dark magic objects, as well as silverware.

Although it is very dirty, it does have the style of a medieval aristocracy.

"Yo he! Big family! Owen whistled as if he had walked into his own home.

Then his eyes lit up, and he immediately locked on to a corner of the living room, near the fireplace, where the object belonging to Voldemort belonged in a glass display case.

He walked over with a big grin.

Then he pulled open the glass display case and took out the pendant box from it.

"Christmas presents, isn't this coming?" He proudly shook the pendant box in his hand.

"Put it down, you shitty thing! This is the mansion of the noble Black family, get out of here. ”

Owen fiddled with the locket in his hand.

But a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog sounded in his ears.

It was a house-elf, it looked very old, its skin was full of wrinkles, several times more than its body actually needed, its head was bare like all house-elves, but there was a lot of white hair growing out of its two big bat-like ears.

The eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and the fleshy nose was large, almost like a pig's nose.

It had a dirty rag around its waist, and was almost naked all of it.

"What?" Owen put the locket in his pocket.

"If you tell me to let it go, I'll let it go?"

"Hey-I won't let it go, I won't let it go, I'm mad at you!"

Anyway - continue to pick up a lot of things in the glass display case.

It's like a thief breaking into someone's house.

In the face of such a shameless person, Kreacher's whole body trembled with anger.

It reached out to cast a spell on Owen.

"Stop, Kreacher, Owen is my guest!" Sirius roared at this.

Kreacher, who heard the sound, stopped.

The withered, mummy-like arm stopped in mid-air.

Then he turned, bent over, his head tilted back, staring at Sirius in surprise with a pair of round eyes, and an inexplicable look on his face.

"Oh! Kreacher saw something, and the young master, who had disappeared for more than ten years, came back and brought a group of cubs to ruin the noble Black family's house. Its voice was slow, its eyes full of disdain, and as it spoke, it turned and bowed to Sirius in a rather eerie scene, as if something in the house compelled it to do it this time.

"Hmph~ I didn't expect you to be alive." Sirius said calmly.

"Is he?" Hermione looked at Kreacher curiously, it looked very different from Dobby.

"Kreacher, the house-elf who serves the Black family." Sirius paused and added, "A guy with a head full of madness. ”

"Crazy?" Hermione frowned, instinctively disgusted with Kreacher's robes.

That's a symbol of slavery, something oppressive.

I can't imagine that in the 21st century, there are still such creatures in this world.

"This is what house-elves look like, and Dobby is an alternative." Ron glanced at Kreacher, then said in an old-fashioned manner, as if he really knew a lot.

"What is the original appearance, there is no race that should be slaves in the first place!" Hermione reprimanded.

She was like an angry lion, staring at Ron.

Ron, who realized that he had said the wrong thing, quickly closed his mouth, because he knew that once he refuted, then Hermione would tell him endlessly about those freedoms! Equal! Just something.

He didn't want to spend all his time there.

He'd rather hear Owen tell the story.

Looking at Ron, who had closed the microphone, Hermione didn't pay attention to him, but walked towards Kreacher generously, "You know you can do without this? ”

"If you don't want to bow, you can not bow, and you don't need anyone's consent," she said. ”

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger, over there—he's Owen."

"Oh! Oh my God~ The mudbloods brought back by the master spoke to Kreacher, she had defiled the house, delayed Blake's noble blood, and would never allow a mudblood to enter her house if the mistress was still there. ”

"Shut up, Kreacher!" Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let me hear that word from your mouth again." ”

"No—it doesn't matter." The little witch took a deep breath, then withdrew her hand that had subconsciously reached for the wand in her robe.

- Ahem - she's used to it.

At Hogwarts, formerly Hogwarts, it was common for idiot Slytherin to say that word to her.

That's what she's connected to the trigger mechanism that immediately throws a spell when she hears the word.

It's been carved into the bones.

It's not easy to interrupt at half-time.

"Maybe it should be gradual." Hermione plucked up her courage again.

The smile returned to his face. Then he whispered, "I know a house-elf like you, who only does what he likes, and needs a salary when he does the work for others." ”

"Oh no~~"

"Salary~~~ What an evil word."

As soon as I heard the word salary.

Kreacher retreated as if he had seen some pest.

(End of chapter)