Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

"Avon, how are you going to find the monster?" Sirius asked, watching the surroundings with vigilance.

"Of course it is a phantom, we can't walk anymore. I didn't want to let other people know that I would be phantom." Ai Wen said, pulling Sirius to a remote corner of no one, "Come on, I am pulling you!"

His voice just fell, and the two figures disappeared from the place instantly, as if they had never appeared in that place.

After a few seconds, the two men showed on a messy, ridiculous grass.

Compared with the lively commercial district just now, the surrounding area is dead and quiet, and the houses on both sides of the street are gloomy, and they are like a thousand miles away.

Some of the houses' windows were broken, and the street lights shone with bleak light. Many of the doors were peeling off paint, and several front door steps were filled with rubbish.

In front of them is a very old big house, like the ancestral home of the Black family at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"The pure blood wizard family!" Sirius said disdainfully, staring at a huge statue in the center of the yard.

It was a knight, and he was raising his sword high, and the label below was the bold Duke of Burgundy.

This is the last independent Duke of Burgundy in history, and it is famous. It seems that the owner of the house should be his descendants.

To be honest, this old house looks very uncomfortable. The dirty walls, the sinister windows, and the most creepy are the owl statues carved on the outer walls. They keep the weird movements that ordinary people can't imagine. Watching the visitors quietly.

The window on the third floor of a bedroom was broken and no one was repaired. It was like a most horrible haunted house.

It should be the old house of the oldest pure-blooded wizarding family that the bar owner said. Not long ago, its last hostess was found dead in his room and was brutally killed by the terrible owl.

Ai Wen was wondering why the monster had to come here. What does it have to do with this pure blood wizard family? !

"I don't like this place!" Sirius said. "There is a strong evil in this house."

"I don't like it, but the traces disappeared here!" said Ai Wen, taking out his wand. "This house has magical protection that blocks my feelings about that monster. But it must be inside, let's go in and see." Look"

He and Sirius walked in without knocking on the door because the door was open.

The monster that just fled back seems to know that Ai Wen is chasing it, even the door is not closed, or that it is deliberately waiting for Ai Wen to come over.

On the ground, the seal of the French Ministry of Magic was torn and rudely thrown into the foyer, which was covered with dust.

"Be careful!" Sirius said, the end of the wand glowed, "I am going ahead!"

Ai Wen nodded, followed Sirius across the threshold and walked into the almost dark hall.

He smelled the smell of damp, gray, and a sweet, rotten cockroach with a trace of blood.

It's hard to imagine that this house was still living recently.

This place feels like an abandoned empty house, with a broken inside and things thrown everywhere.

Perhaps it was the damage caused by the previous Aurors who came to investigate, and it may be like this.

In the swaying gleam, Avon produced a strange sense of ominousness, as if they had walked into a house that was about to die.

He could feel that there was something watching them, in the darkness that could not be dispelled.

At the foot, the carpet that has been polished and frayed is soft and soft, which makes people feel uncomfortable and worried about when it will fall.

The two of them were careful, but nothing happened. The monster didn't know where to go.

Passing through the long, gloomy foyer, Ivan saw a large glass cabinet in the living room with a huge owl specimen, and he had never seen such a large owl.

No matter from which angle, it can be clearly seen that the owner of this house has a special liking for owls.

His gaze continued to move forward, and the wall behind the cabinet was slantingly covered with some dark and dark portraits. The owner of the portrait did not know where to go, leaving only a row of empty frames.

The square frame is like a casket placed on a wall, detaining the soul of the past.

On both sides of the passage leading to the kitchen and dining room, all the heads of the crumpled house elf.

They are arranged intensively and look more than the Black family, a bit like the wall of the Hogwarts kitchen basement.

This seems too unpleasant. Imagine that at the time of eating, hundreds of house elves zombie heads are sinister against you, and some are still covered with unknown, very disgusting liquids.

Through this passage, Ai Wen is hard to guarantee that he will have any appetite.

If the last owner of the house does not have the head of the house to collect the elves, it proves that the family of pure-blood wizards who lived here is very prosperous, has a long history, and has the ability to have dozens of house elves at the same time. The family of pure blood wizards is also quite rare.

Of course, this is all over the place, and now it is an empty house.

“Where are we going?” Sirius stopped in front of the stairs and looked around. “I think it’s best not to move separately.”

"Upstairs, I want to go and see the room on the third floor!" Ai Wen said, pointing up.

There is a scene of murder, and you may find something that others have not noticed, knowing why the owl monster killed the owner.

Evan and Sirius walked up the dark stairs, avoiding some seemingly dangerous black magic items.

There was only one door on the top floor, Sirius waved his wand, the door handle of the bedroom rotated automatically and the door was opened.

Suddenly, the cold night wind poured in, facing them, the broken big windows, the gray curtains fluttering in the wind.

Ai Wen smelled the pungent **** smell, mixed in the wind blowing, making people very uncomfortable.

Sirius walked in and slammed down. "Avon, you better not come in, you won't like it."

"What's wrong?" Ai Wen followed into the room.

Then he saw that the room in front of him was full of blood stains everywhere. On the ground, on the surrounding walls, and on the high ceilings, there are pieces of dark brown spots everywhere, emitting a **** smell and infinite fear.

I can imagine the scene at the time, the owl is definitely a metamorphosis.

It seems to use something to smash the victim's hard, smashed into pieces, and then smash her body in the room.

"This is what the monster did. I saw it with my own eyes. It killed the poor old Mary in the most primitive and cruel way. The last owner of this house, the last descendant of this ancient family." A sound faintly sounded "I know, it's a curse. It kills all the descendants of the Duke of Burgundy. It wants revenge. It wants everyone to die. And it doesn't end. The family is dead, right away. It’s the turn of others!"