RPAGF Chapter 225 2 Grimmauld Place
Chapter 225 2 Grimmauld Place
Chapter 225 Grimmauld Square NO.12
NO.12, Grimmauld Square, where the ancestral home of the Black family is located.
Although it was the ancestral home, Sirius had never been here since he left Azkaban.
The place where he lives now is a gorgeous and exquisite small castle, or a super-large lake view villa, not far from the castle built for Harry.
He hated his family extremely, and even hated everything in the family. Sirius' rebellion and his completely different ideas from other members of the family made him unwilling to indulge in the glory of pure blood that had long since gone sour.
When he was still in school, he ran away from home and even severed his relationship with the family. However, his uncle gave him a large sum of gold as pocket money. Even if he left home, his life was actually very good. Well, many of Sirius' vacations were even spent at the Potters.
The past and the past add up, and Sirius' dislike for this ancestral house becomes more and more profound, especially after his best friend James Potter, who is like a brother, died at the hands of Voldemort, his dislike for the dark wizard reached its peak. peak.
For Sirius, this house does not hold memories, it is just a dirty and filthy place that was once full of dark wizards' shacks.
And today, they arrived here again.
It is afternoon now, and the flames of the phoenix will cause some unnecessary troubles. They are riding Thestrals for this trip.
Under the effect of the Disillusionment Curse, Muggles could not see the four-horse flying in the air, and Neville also came. This was revenge against Bellatex, and Neville had no reason not to follow.
They landed in the middle of a small square, leaving shallow hoofprints of thestrals on the barren grass in the center.
The rain in England covered the sky, and although it was afternoon, it was still dark here.
The fronts of the houses around the square are gloomy, a look of repelling people thousands of miles away, the windows of some houses are broken, and there is a bleak light in the remaining light, the paint on most of the doors is peeling, and the steps are There was also piles of rubbish that hadn't been cleaned.
Smelling the stench of rotting garbage in the air, and hearing a rumbling sound coming from a certain window, they came to a broken door.
In the upper right corner of the door there is a small sign of stolen goods, with the number 11 written on it, and next to the number 11, there is the number 13, and the number 12 has never been seen.
"Let me figure out how to open the door? I haven't been back in at least 15 years."
Sirius pulled out his wand, and then knocked on the empty wall between NO.11 and NO.13.
"All right."
As his voice fell, the wall between No. 11 and No. 13 began to swell, and an extra house squeezed out of the gap between them, and it swelled suddenly.
A heavy gate at least three meters high appeared in front of their eyes, with many exquisite decorations on it, but the long-term neglect made the gate look dilapidated.
The only shining thing was the metal door knocker, which seemed to be made of silver. It was inlaid on the black paint peeling off very abruptly and uncoordinatedly.
Everyone present drew out their wands, and Dumbledore passed Sirius and walked in the forefront, then he knocked lightly on the door, accompanied by the loud sound of metal colliding, the door rattled on the chain rotation The hole slowly opened.
Holding the elder wand as if holding a sword, Dumbledore swung it vigorously, and there was a continuous sound of peeling and breaking. Countless curses and defensive magic were instantly defeated by him, like a hot knife cutting butter, the old man moved forward unstoppably OK.
They walked into this gloomy door like a dark cave.
Old-fashioned gas lamps came on one after another, illuminating the grey, musty-smelling stark foyer.
The broken carpet smelled of decay, there were small rustling sounds everywhere, a cobweb-shaped chandelier flickered overhead, and some crooked lights on the wall were blackened with age. Defiled portrait.
There are many decorations here made in the shape of big snakes. Just seeing these things with the eyes can make people realize what kind of place this is, or what kind of people live there.
"There's no one here."
Dumbledore asserted.
No one can hide himself or disapparate out of here when he is prepared. Although the Elder Wand has only one function, it is indeed the strongest wand in the world. It has an extremely exaggerated magic boost, even Even the magic medium forged by the Philosopher's Stone in Ron's hand is far inferior.
"But there's something else here."
"come out!"
Dumbledore's wand was pointing forward, and an elf with rags around his waist, his body was bare and wrinkled, and his skin was drooping, was dragged directly in front of them by Dumbledore's magic. This guy's big ears were full of white hair. hairy, bloodshot eyes gray, fleshy nose as big as a pig's nose.
"So you're still alive, Kreacher."
Sirius said angrily, "I thought you had already chopped off your own head and hung it on the wall."
"Master, respected master."
When Kreacher was thrown in front of them by Dumbledore, he bowed deeply to Sirius, his nose was squished on the floor, although he said respect, but there was no respect at all, even In this quiet environment, they could still hear Kreacher muttering in a low voice: "The young master is a nasty, ungrateful bastard who broke his mother's heart, unrepentant, and those dirty—"
Sirius gave him a kick, which made the elf hunched over and twitched on the ground for a moment, then barely got up, he was too old and looked like he was dying.
"Has anyone been here before, Kreacher?"
Sirius spoke coldly, and asked the elf.
"Master is not even worthy to shine the mistress's shoes, oh my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher dressing the master, how the mistress hates him, how disappointing and corrupt he is ruined the family's reputation—"
The elf opened his mouth to himself, although he bowed again, but he didn't show any respect to Sirius.
"I ask you, has anyone been here before, answer me, Kreacher."
Sirius' indifferent tone made the elf very embarrassed, he didn't seem to dare to disobey Sirius' direct orders, although his eyes were filled with unforgettable hatred, Kreacher still spoke slowly, and he squeezed out a word.
"No."
"you're lying!"
Sirius stared, but he was quickly stopped by Dumbledore.
"Bellatrix did come, and stayed here for months, and got her wands, food, clothes, everything from here."
As a master of Legilimency, Dumbledore only needs some time to quietly read the memory of an elf, and Sirius has already completed his assist.
"I should have burned this place after I left Azkaban." Sirius gritted his teeth and said, he never expected that this place really became a place where a damned guy hid.
"Professor Dumbledore, where did Bellatrix go? Where is she?"
Neville spoke eagerly. His hand holding the wand was now clenched with sweat, and the veins on his arm were bulging. This little stick was life-threatening in his hands.
"Already left, she left after getting the last thing she needed, but we can still find some traces."
"Sirius." Dumbledore turned his head and said, "I need to let Severus come. She was brewing potions before. Even I can't compare with Severus in potions."
Sirius glanced at Neville quickly, then nodded, "Okay." He knew that this was not the time to be awkward.
"This is good news." Dumbledore waved out his patron saint, and then the white phoenix disappeared in place. The patron saint can not only repel and kill the dementor, it is also an anomaly A convenient and fast courier, but the conditions of use are somewhat harsh.
"Actually, you and Severus." Dumbledore seemed to want to persuade Sirius, but was interrupted roughly.
"For Harry's sake, I've refrained from my behavior towards him. It's impossible Dumbledore. It never will be."
Sirius' decisive answer made Dumbledore shake his head, "Okay."
They didn't make them wait too long at all. Almost after the conversation between Dumbledore and Sirius ended, a familiar flame appeared. With accurate positioning, Fox broke through the protective magic here and led people directly into the place. .
Snape's greasy black hair was once again 'purified' by Fox's flame. Fox, who somewhat disliked this guy, quickly landed on Ron's shoulder. He shook his feathers for fear of being caught by Snape. Nep gets dirty.
"Birds hate you, snot-nosed man."
Sirius raised the corner of his mouth and snorted, but Snape, who was really disgusted, could only narrow his eyes dangerously. He also hated being apparated by Phoenix.
"A smell of love potion."
Snape's big aquiline nose seemed to have an unusually sensitive sense of smell. In the smell of corrupt dust, he could smell the subtle breath that no one could detect.
"However, the formula has been modified, it is different from the ordinary love potion, and it is still a semi-finished product."
Snape quietly advanced in this dilapidated room, following the extremely subtle smell, he led everyone around the big umbrella stand made of the broken leg of a troll, and walked up the dark stairs, A half-closed door opened.
There is nothing left in the empty space, but the emptiness indicates that someone has lived here recently. The closet in the room was opened, and the rotten bed was randomly thrown out, which is incompatible with the surrounding environment. The sheets and quilts, and even the dressing table were wiped clean, and some simple tools were randomly scattered on it, but the room was full of big men, and they couldn't name them exactly.
"The brewing of the potion started 34 days ago, and there are many materials that are not used in other love potions."
Snape was floating in the room like a ghost, and he kept pointing his fingers, telling some disappeared clues that a normal person would not be able to detect at all.
"There are hot, freshly baked ashes, mummified hearts, fresh human hearts, dried black snake skin grinding powder, mixed venom of snakes, there should be seven kinds, lime grass mucilage, fresh ivory , but can’t tell the species”
Snape babbled out a lot of names, and the four of them were stunned and didn't move. Is this more than cheating?
"She should be preparing a special potion, or a ritual."
"I suspect he's planning to resurrect something." Snape's voice became very soft. "Of course, this is just a guess. Fresh ashes, an immortal heart, and a beating heart can already explain a lot."
"Thank you, Severus, for your help." Dumbledore said to Snape with a smile. His arrival indeed gave a lot of useful news.
"Do my best, after all I'm here, I can't be like some trash who can't do anything while standing." He showed a sneer and glanced at Sirius who was beside him.
"It seems that after the greasy hair is cleaned, your intelligence has been improved, snot, I really hope you can keep it, but washing your hair should kill you, right?"
"Maybe you stinky dog should learn how to do things instead of just barking and making you look worthless."
Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Dumbledore stretched out his hand to stop them, he sighed, and then led them out of the room.
"Severus' guess should be correct, so our first problem now is to find the location where Bellatrix is preparing for the ceremony."
"Why don't you let the dog sniff it? Don't we have one here? Dogs are very good at finding this kind of smelly, shit-like stuff, right?"
Dumbledore waved to Snape with a headache, and told him to withdraw quickly. As long as these two guys stay together, they really can't survive for a second.
Sirius gritted his teeth and stared at Snape who was drifting away silently like a ghost. If Dumbledore hadn't stopped him, the two of them would have been fighting upside down on the floor by now.
"Professor Dumbledore, are we now. Are the clues broken?"
Neville's mood has been ups and downs like a roller coaster, but now it seems that there is no end point for Bellatrix to escape.
"No, it's not necessarily."
Dumbledore's words revived Neville immediately.
"However, Legilimency is also difficult to read the memories that are too far away, and the memories that must be protected strongly."
"We need a little help."
A small bottle was held in Dumbledore's hand, which was filled with a transparent and colorless liquid.
Kreacher's eyes widened in horror, and then he was given three drops of Veritaserum.
(End of this chapter)