Surrounded by tall and shaky dilapidated houses on all sides, in the middle of the dilapidated small square, with a gate of another world appearing out of thin air, five figures appearing in the Grimo Square, and the surrounding Muggles turned a blind eye to this vision.

Alan ordered the fully armed Death Knight Lynch, who was wearing a black-toned metal armor and a Viking half-covered butterfly-faced armor behind him, and said, "Lynch, take your people out to wait."

"I understand." Lynch let himself and two other Death Knights stand in the front yard with swagger. The surrounding Muggles could only feel some cold air coming from here when they passed by.

Seeing Hermione falling on her to explore her eyes, Allen explained: "Blake's ancestral home, most of the families of these pure blood families have traps and alarms for undead creatures or other dark creatures. It is not polite to Sirius to take them in directly..." Allen explained to Hermione beside her and asked, "Have you brought the things?"

"Everything is inside, you want to drink it now?" Hermione patted her small waist bag, "I chose sugar-free ones."

"Okay, let's go." After saying that, Allen took the lead and walked up the stone steps. He knocked on the front door with his magic wand. They waited patiently for a while, and only heard a series of loud sounds of metal hitting, like a chain clattering. Then the building moved from it to the sides, and the additional door creaked open, Sirius appeared in front of the door with a gloomy and somewhat excited face.

"Allen, you are finally here!" Sirius couldn't wait to pull at Allen, "I've been waiting for you for most of the semester before you come to find me!"

Allen was a little annoyed that the other party was prone to misunderstanding. He stepped a step and avoided Sirius' pull. Hermione, who was originally standing behind him, appeared in front of Sirius.

"Hermione?" Sirius nodded at Hermione in surprise and looked at Allen, "Didn't you still keep me secret? Why did you bring Hermione here too?"

Allen looked at Hermione's giggle at first, and he glared at the thin black-haired witch: "Sirius... just go through your brain before you speak..."

"Okay okay, good evening Hermione~" said Hearing Hermione. Sirius thought of the house elf Clicher who was wizard-skinned "purebred" argument. He ignored Clicher's previous anger because of Clicher's betrayal for a long time. He turned around and shouted in the room like Mrs. Molly, "Clicher, you are not allowed to come out, hide it for me!"

"Come in and talk." Sirius gave up his way and made an invitation gesture. After Allen and the others walked in, the door was closed with a bang.

The old-fashioned air lamps suddenly lit up, the porch was a long corridor with peeling wallpaper on the walls, worn carpets, gas lamps and a big snake-shaped spider-web chandeliers and candlesticks.

There were portraits of darkening as the age of age hang on the wall, but the portrait of Mrs. Wolbuga Black, who had been cast for a permanent curse, had been moved to other rooms by him and the brick wall behind him. Otherwise, once she was awakened, she would scream desperately in the most terrifying voice, cursing everyone around her, and trying her best to wake up the people on the other portraits, and make them start screaming too - most of the decorations on the porch were snake-shaped, but there was also an umbrella stand made of the legs of the monster, which Tonks used to wake her up because she was not careful enough to knock it down.

They followed a staircase to the living room on the second floor. The dim light shone on the long foyer, making them look weird and weird. The heads of the house-elf cast strange shadows on the stairs. Even though they had already known the family traditions of the Black family and the growth of several years, Hermione couldn't accept it. Alan hugged her and gave Hermione a hug before they continued to move forward.

"Be careful, Kliche will always accept some crazy instructions from my mother's portrait, which makes the house that has just been sorted out by Mr. Qashi's hand continue to be dirty and messy." Sirius frowned in disgust, snorted coldly, and complained, "Alan, the house elf who betrayed the master has no value. Do you actually want such a thing? A golem of Mr. Qashi's hand is much more useful than ugly things like house elf!"

Just as Sirius's voice fell, Hermione tried to express her ideas about it, under the blue light of the air lamp, Mrs. Black's screams in a room on the stairs resounded throughout the house: "Must breeds! Dirty! Scum! How dare I defile my ancestor's house-"

"Cliche! He must have told the old witch." Sirius roared and rushed towards her mother's room - he moved his mother's portrait here.

"Sirian, it's okay, I don't care. Kliche is not mentally ill. He doesn't understand what he is doing. Don't punish him!" Hermione shouted from behind, her eyes full of worry.

"This ugly thing knows very well what he is doing! He did it on purpose." Sirius's voice was full of disgust. Soon, Sirius and his mother were scolded in the room, "Shut up, the old witch, you won't stop dead!"

"Beasts, bastards, dirty and sinful sons, bastards, freaks, ugly monsters, get out of here!" The old lady screamed desperately, and said with a tight sound, as if she was being tortured, which sounded creepy.

"Put your crazy purebred theory, stupid idiot." Sirius scolded disdainfully.

"You idle and ungrateful obscene embryo..." The door slammed and the quarrel between Sirius and Mrs. Black came to an abrupt end.

"Don't worry, Hermione, this is the way for them to communicate with each other. They use this method to maintain their feelings and vent their emotions." Allen comforted Hermione, who was worried, "It's just like their family. The most annoying portrait in the office of President Hogwarts, Phoenix Nigerus Black, who was named the most unpopular principal in history, cares a lot about his great-great grandson who appears to be disgusting."

Soon after, Sirius came over, followed by Mr. Jieshou, who had packed up some of the decorations, clothes and even leaves that Kliche had thrown around.

"Well? Why didn't you go in? Don't be polite to think of this as your own home." Sirius shook his head. As Alan said, he looked much more relaxed, and greeted Alan and Hermione to walk into the once gorgeous and exquisite living room.

Sirius was taken care of by Mr. Skillful, and he was even more reluctant to pay attention to the elves of the house. As a bachelor, his niece Tonks and Lupin determined his relationship and his family frequency decreased a lot. His communication objects in this ancient house were only those portraits of the Black family, especially the portraits of his mother. Harry had to wait until the holiday in Hogwarts to come.
Chapter completed!