Chapter 119: Forty-inch long sword

This is an old residential area with low tones, full of overgrown weeds and mottled gray walls.
But the cluttered lights showed that there were still a lot of people living here, and the stars and lights were scattered in the darkness before dawn, which seemed a bit depressed.
It was only when approached that Maca noticed that most of the lights were bright and dark street lights, and a small amount of light seeping through the gaps in the curtains.
I looked at it indistinctly, with chimneys and TV antennas everywhere.
????"just in front."
他们 As they passed by a small patch of weed covered with canopy, Black pointed forward.
的 All the houses here, regardless of their size, have a dirty appearance. The windows of some houses were broken, and there was a dark one inside, so they couldn't see anything at all.
Long lost the bright paint and peeled off those gates, and a lot of garbage was stacked on the steps in front.
"You haven't been home for 12 years." Maca couldn't help it.
But Black shook his head and said, "It's longer than you think."
12 Grimandi Street, an old house destroyed by time. When Maca saw it, it was as broken as the surrounding houses.
The windows were mostly broken, and the thick gates were covered with vines. There were no keyholes and no letterbox seams.
The silver carved door handle has been distorted and looks like a little snake fixed on broken wood.
Raising his head, he can also see that the corners are mostly entangled by spiders in an attempt to catch some delicious flying insects.
整 The whole piece near the root of the wall was wet, and the moss was covered with gray moss, which was smooth and greasy like Black's collar.
Ok! As a matter of fact, Maca would recall that terrible touch when she saw anything.
Blake reached out his wand and knocked on the door. After hearing a few dull, metallic clicks on both sides, a hinge rang.
The gate broke free from the twine of vines and opened crunchingly.
"No one has been here for too long, there must be some messy things settled in it ... don't just walk around." Black said, "follow me."
Immaculately followed Blake into the dark hall, and suddenly a sweet smell mixed with moisture came to the face-the smell of wood in corruption.
The floor squeaked on the floor, breaking the silence here.
Black waved his magic wand, and with a soft hissing sound, all the old steam lamps on the walls lit up, casting a beam of flickering, very unstable light on the broken wallpaper around, and A shabby long rug radiated.
Directly above the carpet, a tree-shaped decorative lamp full of spider webs was flashing, and a long, darkened portrait was hung on a wooden inflated and twisted wall.
To be honest, this look of defeat is really not as good as not looking at it.
Without a word, Blake took Maca through a pair of long, tapeworm-covered curtains, bypassing a huge umbrella stand that looked like several giant legs.
Then they went up a carved wooden staircase with a handrail.
There is a shield family crest on the wall on the side of the stairs.
The coat of arms is generally black, with a mountain shape as the main body, a sword as the base, and silver as the body between the two stars. There are also two gray dogs standing on both sides.
A row of shrunken heads, emblazoned on the wall as decoration, beneath the grand family coat of arms seemed particularly obtrusive.
That's the head of the elves of the Black family. Whenever an elf is too old to hold a plate, they will chop off their heads as an ornament for the host family.
To the domestic elf, this seems like a glory.
…… "I heard that this is still the idea that your family first came up with?" Maca said looking at the row of gadgets.
是 "Yeah, my Elladora 婶婶." Black sneered and said no more, "Come here."
Maca followed Blake to the door of a room, but unexpectedly, a small figure suddenly appeared in front of the door, blocking their way.
"Look who Klitcher saw? It's not the hostess's son's son returning from Azkaban ... Oh! My poor hostess, what would she say if she saw the house now? A fugitive returned? She He has been cursing him for not being his son, but he has returned, and they all say he is a murderer— "
This is an elderly domestic elf. It is almost naked except for tying a bunch of dirty mice into a belt around its waist.
The shrivelled skin made it look like it was wearing a large dress, and although it was bare and hairless like other domestic elf, a large number of white eyebrows appeared above its huge, bat-like eyes Come out.
Its eyes are bloodshot, wet and gray, and its flesh-colored nose is as large as other elf, or more appropriately-like a dead Frober caterpillar.
The little elf seemed to have not noticed the existence of the two of them—it just humbled his back, lowered his head, and stood stubbornly in front of the door of the room.
The murmured murmured in his breath was hoarse and deep, snoring like a bullfrog.
克利 "Klitsch?" A little flash of surprise flashed in Black's eyes, but then turned into disgust, "Unexpectedly, everyone is dead, but you are still alive."
At this moment, old Klitsch raised his head slightly and looked at Blake, but then dropped again in the next second.
Then, it bowed deeply, and the fat nose was almost on the ground.
Clechet said vaguely: "How can Cleche die? If Cleche is dead, who else can continue to look after the hostess's house?"
可 "But here is constantly getting dark, this is a dirty ghost place!" Sirius said.
"The master always likes his little joke," Klitsch bowed again and continued whispering, "The master is a dirty, ruthless pig. He hurt his mother's heart--"
"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius suddenly cried, "she let herself live outside pure things."
克利 When Black spoke, Klitsch bowed again, as if it had become a conditioned reflex.
"Whatever the master says," he muttered indignantly. "The master is not worthy of washing his mother's boots, oh! What a poor mistress, if she saw Cleche continue to serve him, what would she say? Hate the master, how disappointing he is— "
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you, let it go from there!" Black yelled.
Klee cut subconsciously and took two steps aside.
Black snorted and walked past him, but still muttered something bad in his mouth.
玛 As Maca was going to follow Blake, Klitsch suddenly raised his tone—though it wasn't too inconspicuous.
"Oh! Where's the little devil ... brought by the owner, a dirty hairy boy, he's going to enter the family's library ... This is out of order ..."
然而 "However, you haven't completed the task that your young master left you." Maca glanced at Klitsch, calmly.
He was such a fluttering sentence of Maca, but Klitsch suddenly raised his head. He stared at Maca's face tightly, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something.
"... Come in, don't talk nonsense with it, it can't hear it." Black's voice came from the room.
Maka responded.
"I'll come back to deal with the locket case the other day, remember to open the door for me." He whispered to Cleche, and walked in quickly.
就 "Just these books-do they really help Harry?"
In the library room full of various bookshelves, Black put a stack of thick magic books on the wooden table, and splashed dust.
The book was as dirty as the wooden table, and Blake was not in the mood to pay attention to it.
当然 "Of course, at least I can be sure-what Voldemort left to Harry is a spiritual problem," Maca explained, "that's what Professor Dumbledore said."
Although Hogwarts's library contains a handful of books in the world, there are always some books that can only be found in the wizarding family.
For example, these are in front of Maca's eyes.
"Take them away, and hurry out of here! I hate this house, whether it was before or now—"
Uh ...
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It was the first time in his life that Ron met such treatment, and he obviously liked this remarkable experience.
尽管 Although he was still shocked by the events that night, as soon as anyone asked, he would be excited to tell others about the night, and added a lot of exaggerated details.
"... I fell asleep at the time, but I heard the sound of tearing things, I think I was dreaming, you understand. But there was a cool wind blowing ... I woke up immediately, and then I found One side of the curtain was torn off ... I rolled over and saw with my own eyes that he was standing in front of me! "
"He's like a skeleton, with a big mess of dirty hair! He's holding a big knife, I think it must be 40 inches long ..."
After a while, when he finished, the sophomores who had been listening to his creepy story talked to each other.
不过 "But why?" Ron suddenly turned his head and asked Harry, "Why did he escape?"
I'm honest, Harry wondered about it.
Blake went to the wrong bed, why not kill Ron and keep looking for Harry?
Twenty-two years ago, Black's behavior showed that he didn't care about killing innocent people. This time he faced five unarmed boys, and four of them were still asleep.
"Did Macka's guess make sense at the time?" Harry thought suddenly.
But Ron shook his head.
"For me to see, he must know. If I wake up and wake everyone up, it will be very difficult for him to get out of the castle!" He guessed blindly, "To go back through the hole in the portrait, he must kill the whole hospital People! Maybe they may even meet the teacher! "