Chapter 189: 12 Grimma Square

Ivan, Harry, and Hermione wore the robes as fast as they could, and Avon also deliberately wrapped Hermione’s scarf around her neck.
They came to Hogsmeade under the leadership of Sirius Black.
Before leaving the castle, they met Professor McGonagall, although she agreed to let the three of them leave Hogwarts for Christmas, but from her serious face and wrinkled brow she could see that she was against Sirius. This approach is very disappointing.
Ivan, Harry, and Hermione are very happy, so they don't have to stay in the ward.
Standing on the empty, snowy streets of Hogmund, Sirius told them to take them three to Diagonal Lane, where Lupin was.
Tonight, everyone will be there for Christmas, a perfect Christmas.
Then, after the Christmas holiday, he sent them back to Hogwarts.
"How do we go to Diagonal Lane, is it using flying powder?" Harry asked Sirius.
"No, I have already booked the Cavalier bus. However, before going to Diagonal Lane, we have to go to an unpleasant place, which is not connected to the fly network." Sirius did not consider it. "We are going there to get Christmas gifts from Ai Wen and Hermione. Although I don't really want to go back, there is really no better thing than those things."

An unpleasant place?
Ai Wen snorted.
Where is there a Christmas gift for me and Hermione?!

He didn't know where this place Sirius meant, and what he was going to give to himself. Just as he was about to ask, the Cavalier bus appeared from the thin air and rushed over.
Four people hurried to dodge, and the Cavaliers bus stopped at the place where they had just stood, with a deafening voice.
The ticket seller, Stan Sangpak, jumped onto the sidewalk and greeted him with enthusiasm.
"Happy Christmas, gentlemen and ladies, welcome to take the Cavalier bus. Just extend your wand and get on the bus, we can take you wherever you want."
Sampak suddenly stopped his mouth and he first saw Harry.
"Look at who we met, this is not Nawei, how are you doing?"
"Navi?" Sirius repeated, strangely, "This is Harry Potter!"
"Harry Potter?!" Stan stunned, then became excited and cried happily. "I already knew that I saw his scars."
Stan looked excitedly, and Harry was a sly look.
A few months ago, he took a knight bus and went from the streets of Muggle Street to Diagonal Lane. He inflated his aunt, left the Dursley family alone, and then he met Ai. Text, and see Sirius for the first time.
"How come you don't tell us that you are Harry Potter, Neville?" Stein said with a smile on his face, "Oh, what about your strange little black cat?"
This time it was Ai Wen’s turn, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he let Stan know that he was the black cat at the time.
"Let's get on the bus, it's too cold outside, I'm freezing!"
"Of course, come on." Stan took a step back, then he looked up and saw Sirius. "God, you are Sirius Black, I just saw your photo on the Prophet Daily."
Stein's gaze moved from Sirius to Evan and Hermione, and his face became more and more excited. He shouted, "You are Evan Mason, you are Hermione Granger! I am in the newspaper."
Ai Wen, four of them took to the bus, perhaps because it is Christmas today, the car is empty except for the driver.
They sat down on the bed of the brass column, and Sampak took out the newspaper he had recently collected, all in a newspaper related to the incident of Sirius Black and the little dwarf Peter.
Ai Wen saw photos of himself and Harry, Hermione, and Ron. The photo was taken when Fudge gave them a special contribution award last year. The following is a detailed introduction to the story of the four of them.
Sampak always said that he did not listen, and asked them four people to sign him. In this environment, Ai Wen could not ask Sirius, where they are going.
After more than an hour, the knight bus docked in the middle of a small square with a awning weed.
Ai Wen walked out of the car, and the houses around the square had a dirty appearance and did not seem to welcome visitors. Some houses were broken and lifeless, the paint peeled off from many doors, and a lot of piled up on the front steps.
"where are we?"
"Grimaud Square!" Sirius's expression became serious, with mixed feelings of nostalgia and disgust on his face.
Grimaud Square? !
Ai Wen’s heart is moving, it’s not going to be the home of the Black family’s ancestral home.
Black led them three along a deserted street full of pungent smells, stopping in front of a house with a house sign hanging outside, here is 12 Grimmauld Place.
Unlike all the ordinary houses in the surrounding area, No. 12 Grimma Square is very grand and noble, but it is also dilapidated, like a ghost house.
The black paint on the house has been ruined and scratched, and the silver door handle has been twisted into a serpentine shape with no keyholes or mailboxes.
Sirius took out his wand and knocked on the door. Evan heard a loud, metallic click on the door, which sounded like a metal chain. After a few seconds, the door creaked open.
"Okay, go ahead!" Sirius whispered. "Don't go too far, remember, don't touch anything."
Evan, Harry, and Hermione were nervous and walked into the almost completely dark hall, mixed with the thick dusty smell of corruption.
This place feels like a building that has been abandoned, Harry stands in front, and Avon and Hermione look from his shoulders.
Inside the foyer, where the sun shines, there is a gorgeous, precious aristocratic decoration, but it is covered with dust. This house gives a strange feeling, as if they had entered a room of a dying person.
"Where is it, Sirius?" Avon heard Harry talking, he was smashed by thick dust and coughed fiercely.
"My parents' house, the Black family's mansion!" Sirius followed, with a hint of disdain in his tone. "But now it belongs to me."
He waved his wand gently, not knowing where a soft snoring came from, and then all the old-fashioned lights on the wall lit up.
A bunch of flickering, very unstable light is projected onto the mottled wallpaper, and a long, dark corridor with a worn carpet is illuminated, and a tree-shaped ornament with spider webs is placed on the top of the corridor. The lights are flashing, and the portraits that have been dark for a long time are hung on the winding walls. (To be continued.)