No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

"Penny and Draco's house in London is just like a Muggle's. I don't think there's any need to hide it. Kechery can be invisible, so it's easy to get in and out." Harry said. This place has been Muggled, so why should they hide when they go home?

Everyone hurried inside, and the once dark corridor was illuminated by the street lights shining through the windows on the side. When Harry stepped onto the porch, the sensor light on the porch came on, and soft light sprinkled down. The beige wall covering with tiny flowers made the house look warm and cozy.

Ginny didn't know what it looked like before, she just knew that this was a gift from Sirius to Harry, so she turned around and said, "Wow, Sirius, your house is so beautiful."

"Thank you, but this is not my home anymore." Sirius spread his hands. He was also surprised when he came in. The floor was the same as before, polished to a mirror, but the wall covering was dark green, which was the color of Slykerin.

Walking into the living room, the old-fashioned crystal chandelier also shines brilliantly. However, it is a light bulb, not a tallow candlestick. In the living room, there is no large portrait of old Mrs. Black. Instead, there is a landscape oil painting found in the basement of the Black family. After being cleaned up with magic, although it is not a painting by a famous artist, it is also a real antique. Hanging it here will fully highlight the history of the old house.

"When did you change it?" Sirius was a little uncomfortable. Everything that was familiar to him was gone, which made him feel uncomfortable.

It was actually Harry's first time here, and he just asked Kechery to go to Hogwarts to discuss it when he paid. But now hearing what Sirius said, he felt embarrassed. Someone gave him a house, but he changed it so much that even the previous owner couldn't recognize it. Although it was given to him, he still felt different.

"It looks great, doesn't it? This is the idea of ​​Kecheli and I." Ou Mengmeng quickly hugged old Kecheli, looking very pleased with herself.

"Yes, yes, it was Miss Penny who gave me a bag of gold Galleons and asked me to redecorate it. Otherwise, after twelve years of abandonment, this house has become no more than a thatched hut. It is full of vixens and Boggarts." Old Ketchelli said hurriedly. He let it go on for twelve years, and when he made up his mind to clean up, he would have collapsed if Doby had not come to help.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Harry gave me the money later. But I still have to apologize to Harry. At that time, we didn't dare to tell him about the house for fear that he would be angry. But Kechery said that the house was badly damaged after twelve years. So after thinking about it, I discussed it with Aunt Narcissa and decided to rebuild it. Fortunately, the result is not bad!" Ou Mengmeng nodded.

Now everyone understands that Harry didn't want to take it in before, but Ou Mengmeng and the married daughter of the Black family decided to repair the house first, otherwise, the house would have been completely damaged by war after twelve years of no one maintaining it. It's not that they don't want to keep it, but it's very difficult to keep it.

"Where is the old lady's portrait?" Sirius hesitated. The prodigal son had returned. Although he was annoyed by being chased and scolded by his mother, he felt empty when he came back and couldn't see her.

"The old lady is on the top floor, next to your room." Kecheli invited everyone to get on the elevator. The biggest change here is that an indoor elevator was installed. In the middle position where the light is the worst, it is made into a sightseeing elevator, so that it can also form a landscape here.

"Muggle houses are really great." Ginny rarely comes to the demon world, and now she thinks that the Muggle world is really great.

"In fact, this is the residence of pure-blood wizards." Sirius was a little helpless. This place really had almost nothing to do with his old house.

But when they arrived at the door of their room, everything seemed to have returned to the past. The door was still the same door, the wall coverings had not been changed, and there were traces of their parents breaking the door. When they opened it, the bikini girl who used to be a Muggle was still there, firmly stuck in the original place. No one said anything, and Kechery didn't want to look at it. He took them directly to the Black family exhibition hall next to it. There was a glass-covered elf head hanging on the wall. Maybe the lighting here was harmonious, and the layout was appropriate, so the elf head didn't look scary anymore.

On the wall opposite the door hung a giant portrait of the old lady, and next to it were the ancestors of the Black family, including Principal Black in the principal's office.

"Welcome, my children." The portraits were very happy and greeted everyone.

Harry stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, great aunt, I have invited some friends to spend Christmas with me and I am sorry to disturb your rest."

The first time he came, although he knew that his grandmother was from the Black family, she was not the main branch. He felt guilty when he called her "aunt and great-grandmother", but he had no choice. This was taught by "Little Petunia". He inherited this place, so he had to make the old lady feel comfortable. He reminded her that he was not a strict outsider.

"My dear, you are so rude. This is your home. I am very grateful that you invited your friends home and came to visit me." Mrs. Black nodded politely. In the West, relatives are not so strictly named. At this time, the younger generation who are close to her can just call her by her maiden name, or call her Mrs. Black politely. Mrs. Black actually felt that calling her great-aunt was very abrupt.

"Hello, great-aunt." Draco stepped forward and bowed.

"Another Malfoy." The old lady nodded, "Is your mother okay?"

"Yes, she and her father do business in the United States. I heard that there is a lot of sand and wind there, which will affect her skin." Draco said calmly, and pulled Ou Mengmeng over. "Great aunt, please allow me to introduce you. This is little Penny from the Foster family, Penny Devonte Foster."

"Avril's daughter? How's your mother? I saw her when she was little." When the old lady died, there was no legend of July babies. Knowing that the middle name was Devonte, it was natural to think that this was Avril's daughter, after all, the Devonte family was passed down to Avril.

In this way, I listened to my friends introduce everyone one by one, including Hermione. I heard that she was a Muggle wizard. The old lady and Headmaster Black's face were a little stiff, but when they looked at Harry, they still smiled and said dryly, "You are very welcome."

Hermione didn't care, because she knew very well that there was a trace of soul in these portraits. They had some thoughts, but not much. So it was actually quite difficult to change their thinking. It was good enough that the old lady could do this for Harry.

This pure-blood family of Slytherin didn't call her a "mudblood" and didn't say that she had polluted the noble Black family. She thought this portrait was very intelligent. (End of this chapter)