Surrounded on all sides by high, crumbling dilapidated houses, in the middle of the small ruined square, five figures appeared in Grimmauld Place as an otherworldly gate appeared out of thin air, the surrounding Muggles completely oblivious to the vision.

Alan commanded Lynch, the heavily armed Death Knight Lynch, who was dressed in black metal armor and Viking half-worn butterfly face armor made of metal, "Lynch, wait outside with your people." ”

"I see. Lynch swaggered himself and the other two Death Knights into the front yard, and the Muggles around him could only feel some cold air coming from this side as they passed by.

Seeing Hermione's probing eyes falling on him, Alan explained: "Black's ancestral home, most of these pure-blood families have some traps and alarms for undead creatures or other dark creatures, and it is not polite for Sirius to take them in directly..."Alan explained to Hermione beside him and asked, "Did you bring anything with you?"

"It's all in there, do you want to drink it now?" Hermione patted her little fanny pack, "I've chosen all sugar-free ones." ”

"Okay, let's go. With that, Eren took the lead up the stone steps, knocked on the front door with his wand, and they waited patiently for a while, only to hear a series of loud metal strikes, and a clatter like a chain, and then the building moved from it to the sides, and the additional door creaked open, and Sirius appeared in front of it with a gloomy and somewhat excited face.

"Alan, you're finally here!" Sirius couldn't wait to pull Alan, "I've been waiting for you to come to me for more than half a semester!"

Alan was a little annoyed by the other party's tone that could easily be misunderstood by Hermione, and he staggered a step, dodging Sirius's pull, and Hermione, who was standing behind him, was revealed in front of Sirius.

"Hermione?" Sirius nodded at Hermione in disbelief and looked at Allen, "Didn't you still ask me to keep it a secret?

Alan looked at Hermione and began to giggle very unhermionely, and he glared at the thin black-haired wizard, "Sirius... You go through your head before you speak..."

"Okay, okay, good evening Hermione~" Greeting Hermione, Sirius thought of the house-elf Kreacher who was influenced by his family's "purebred" argument of wizards, he didn't care about being angry because of Kreacher's betrayal before, and ignored his situation for a long time, turned around and shouted into the house like Mrs. Molly: "Kreacher, you are not allowed to come out, hide it for me!"

"Come in and talk. Sirius got out of the way and made a gesture of invitation. After Alan and the others walked in, the door slammed shut.

The old-fashioned gas lamps were lit up all at once, and the portico was a long hallway with peeling wallpaper, worn carpets, gas lamps, and a large snake-shaped spider web-like chandelier and candelabra.

There were portraits on the walls that had darkened with age, but the portrait of Mrs. Walburga Black, who had been permanently spelled, had been moved to another room by him, along with the brick wall behind her, or she would have screamed desperately in a most horrible voice, cursing at everyone around her, and trying to wake up the other portraits to start screaming as well— Most of the portico was decorated with serpentine motifs, but there was also an umbrella stand made of trolls' legs, and Tonks used to wake Lady Black every time he came by by not being careful enough to knock it over.

They led up a staircase to the living room on the second floor, the dim light illuminated the long foyer, which looked weird, and the heads of those house-elves cast strange shadows on the stairs - even if they already knew the family customs and years of growth of the Black family, but Hermione was a little unacceptable, Alan put his arm around her and gave Hermione a hug before they moved on.

"Watch your step, Kreacher the dog always receives some crazy instructions from my mother's portrait, and the house that has just been put in order by Mr. Skillful is constantly in a mess. Sirius frowned in disgust, snorted coldly, and complained, "Alan, house-elves who betrayed their masters have no value in existence, and you still want such a thing?

Just as Sirius's words were finished as Hermione tried to reveal her ideas about it, Mrs. Black's screams from a room on the stairs resounded throughout the house under the blue light of the gas lamp: "Mudbloods, dirty, scum, how dare you defile my ancestors' home—"

"Kreacher! He must have told the old witch. Sirius roared and rushed to her mother's room—he had moved his portrait here.

"Sirius, it's okay, I don't care, Kreacher is not in his right mind, he doesn't understand what he's doing, don't punish him!" Hermione hurriedly shouted from behind, her eyes full of worry.

"This ugly thing knows exactly what he's doing! Sirius's voice was full of disgust, and soon Sirius and his mother were scolding from the room, "Shut up, old witch, don't stop when you're dead!"

"Beasts, sluts, filthy and sinful sons, mongrels, freaks, ugly bastards, get out of here!" the old lady screamed desperately, as if she were being tortured, and it sounded creepy.

"Put away your crazy pure-blood theory, stupid idiot. Sirius scolded disdainfully.

"You idle and ungrateful nasty embryo......," the door slammed shut, and the bickering between Sirius and the portrait of Mrs. Black came to an abrupt end.

"Don't worry, Hermione, it's how mother and son communicate, and it's how they keep their feelings together and vent their emotions. Alan comforted Hermione, who looked worried, "That's how their family is, the most obnoxious portrait in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, and Phineas Nigellus Black, who has been named the most unpopular headmaster in history, cares a lot about his apparently annoying great-grandson. ”

A short time later, Sirius walked over, followed by Mr. Skillful Hand, and gathered up some of the decorations, clothes, and even leaves that Kreacher had thrown everywhere before.

"Well, why didn't you go in? Don't feel free to call this your home. Sirius shook his head, and as Alan had said, he looked much more relaxed, beckoning Alan and Hermione into what had been a gorgeous and delicate living room.

Sirius had Mr. Skillful to take care of, and was even more reluctant to pay attention to the house-elves, and as a bachelor, his niece Tonks and Lupin were in a relationship, and his family became much less frequent, and his communication with the old mansion was only the portraits of the Black family, especially the portraits of his mother, which Harry would have to wait until the Hogwarts holidays.

Mr. Skillful, who knew nothing about the various thoughts and emotions of human beings, dutifully continued to clean the room on the first floor, and his long arms quickly sorted out everything he encountered along the way.