Glory To Slytherin

"But in this way, I stayed away from Hogwarts Castle..."

Sirius Black's face hesitated.

"Don't worry, I will bring Peter Pettigrew to you and let you take revenge yourself."

Ulysses said casually, "It's not that difficult."

"I still don't understand, how did you know..."

Sirius Black frowned and said.

Perhaps it is because he did not refuse the transaction, and Ulysses is also willing to make up some well-founded reasons to fool him:

"The average lifespan of a mouse is one to three years, what do you think? That mouse named Scab has been in Weasley's house for almost ten years, right?"

Sirius Black blinked and nodded slowly:

"That's it... Is there anything else I need to do?"

"The next thing, wait until you have cleared the charge and can stand in the sun again."

Ulysses smiled. Although the Black family has fallen, they still have a certain position in the magic world, at least they can provide Ulysses with some help.

"It seems that you are very conspiring."

Sirius Black said complicatedly. Although he rejected Slytherin and entered Gryffindor, he was also a member of the pureblood family after all, and he was not unfamiliar with the game between purebloods.

Ulysses smiled and didn't speak. Just about to end the conversation, when he returned to Hogwarts Castle, he saw Sirius Black hesitatingly and hesitatingly said:

"Can I ask you a favor?"

Ulysses raised his brows.

...

This is an old residential area with a low tone, full of weeds and mottled wall ash.

But the chaotic lights showed that there are still many people living here, and the scattered lights and shadows scattered in the pre-dawn darkness, looking a bit depressing.

It was not until he got closer that Ulysses discovered that the lights were mostly flashing street lights, and a small amount of light leaked from the gaps in the curtains.

Looking around, it was full of shadows, with chimneys and TV antennas everywhere.

"just in front."

They crossed a small square full of weeds, and Sirius Black pointed to the street ahead.

The houses here, no matter how big or small, have a dirty appearance. In some houses, the windows are broken, and the inside is so dark that you can't see it clearly.

The paint that was no longer bright came off the door, and a lot of garbage was piled up on the first few steps.

"Have you been home for a long time?"

Ulysses couldn't help but say.

"A little longer than you think."

Sirius Black shook his head and walked straight forward.

12 Grimandy Street, an old house that has been baptized by time. When Ulysses saw it, it was as dilapidated as the surrounding houses.

The windows are mostly broken, the thick doors are already covered with vines, there are no keyholes, and no mailboxes. The silver carved door handle has been twisted and deformed, looking like a small snake fixed on broken wood.

Looking up, you can see that many spiders are entrenched in the corner, trying to catch some delicious flying insects.

The whole area near the root of the wall was damp, and the gray moss was all over it, and it was as smooth as the collar of Sirius Black.

Sirius Black stretched out his wand and knocked on the door. After a few dull metallic clicks on both sides, a chain squeaking sounded.

The door broke free of the vines and opened creakingly.

"No one has lived here for too long, there must be some messy ghosts here...follow me."

Sirius Black said as he walked inside, Ulysses following him, and a sweet smell mixed with moisture came on his nose—the smell of wood decayed.

There was a noticeable noise when stepping on the floor, breaking the silence here.

Sirius Black waved his magic wand casually, and with a soft hissing sound, all the old-fashioned steam lamps on the walls lit up, casting very unstable light flickering on the broken wallpaper around him.

Right above the carpet, there is a tree-shaped decorative lamp covered with spider webs flickering, and there are old, blackened portraits hung on the swollen and twisted wooden wall.

Sirius Black silently led Ulysses through a pair of long, worm-covered door curtains, around a large umbrella stand that looked like a giant monster with a broken leg, and followed the dark Go up the stairs.

On the wall on the side of the stairs, there is a shield-shaped family crest. The coat of arms is generally black, with a mountain-shaped body as the main body between the two stars, a sword as the basis, and a whole body of silver, with two greyhounds leaping up on both sides.

Just below the magnificent family crest, a row of wrinkled heads stuck to the veneer on the wall, looks particularly conspicuous.

That is the head of the house elves of the Black family for generations. Whenever any house elves are too old to hold a plate, they will chop off their heads as decorations for the owner's house.

For the house elves, this seems to be an honor.

Ulysses frowned in disgust, and couldn't figure out why the ancestors of the Black family thought it would be very face-to-face.

"My Aunt Eladora did it."

Sirius Black noticed Ulysses' sight and sneered and said, "So I hate this family. Come here."

A small figure suddenly stood in front of them, blocking their way.

"Look who Kreacher saw? Isn't this the son of the mistress' son who escaped from Azkaban? Oh! My poor mistress, what would happen if she saw this scene? Her offspring is a Fugitive!"

This is an old house elf, except for tying a string of dirty mice around his waist, almost nothing. The shrugging skin makes it look like it is wearing a large dress. It is as bald and not hairy as other house elves, but a lot of white hair comes from its huge, bat-like eyes. Popped up.

Its eyes are bloodshot, its flesh-colored nose is huge, and the whole looks like a dead Flobber caterpillar.

As if not noticing the existence of the two, it humbled its head and stood stubbornly in front of them.

"Kreacher?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Sirius Black's eyes, and then he was full of disgust, "I didn't expect you to be dead. Get out of it."

Kreacher raised his head and glanced at him, then bowed deeply, his nose almost touching the floor, and said:

"How can Kreacher die? If Kreacher is dead, who will take care of the house for the mistress? Is her sorrowful fugitive grandson?"

"Close your mouth."

Sirius Black said coldly, pushing it aside, and walking to the front room.

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