Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

Although it doesn't look much better than a dilapidated house that has been in disrepair for a long time.

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A few people entered the mansion. On the way, Harry explained to his friends the origin of the mansion. Although the entire mansion looked dirty and messy on the outside, and the windows were even more filthy, in fact it was more dirty than you thought. dirty.

Pushing open the door, the strong smell of rotten wood hit him. The moment he entered, Dudley felt that the number of vixens hidden in this mansion was definitely no less than that of the Potter family's old house.

It is simply a home base for miniature magical creatures.

"Sirius really gave you this house?"

Ron kept looking at the layout of Black's old house, looking here and there, as if everything was strange, and his tone was full of envy.

"Luo Lide, after all, you were born into a wizarding family."

Draco said with a look of disgust: "Don't act like a local leopard."

"He said he didn't know what he should give me. He didn't have anything except gold galleons. The only thing of value was this house, so he gave it to me."

"As you know, I already have several houses under my name. One more house is not much, and one less one is not much. I rejected him very decisively at that time, but you know that he actually cried bitterly in front of me. I couldn't bear it and agreed to him."

"Gan!"

This time, even Draco couldn't help but curse.

To put it mildly, if he doesn't work hard in the future, he will go back and inherit the Malfoy Manor. In fact, in terms of personal efforts alone, his assets are not much different from Ron's, they are all previous dividends.

On the other side, Ron stood there blankly. His words "I have nothing but gold Galleons" deeply hurt the young man's heart. He was shouting hysterically in his heart.

Two big dog owners.

You can give me the gold galleons you don’t want. I want as many gold galleons as you have. I don’t think the gold galleons are useless.

Chapter 351 345 Really?I do not believe!

"Harry, do you need to decorate this place too?"

Dudley frowned and looked at the peeling wallpaper on the walls on both sides of the corridor and the dirty and black old carpet on the floor.

It's not that he's mysophobic, it's just that this place is not much cleaner than his kennel.

No, actually most dogs love to be clean, which is the biggest insult to a kennel.

"I don't think so. I basically won't live here."

His old Potter house in Godric's Hollow has been repaired, and Dudley's castle next to it has also reserved a room for him, so there is no need to travel so far away to live there.

“It’s also good to use as a temporary residence, as long as it must be cleaned.”

After casually smothering a vixen that appeared out of nowhere, Neville said, "I can't believe this place is dirtier than Nurmengard Castle. No one has cleaned that place for 50 years." .”

Yes, there are more vixens hiding in the nearby curtains and the dirty carpet than in the entire Nurmengard Castle.

When everyone was approaching the stairs leading to the second floor, Harry suddenly said: "We should go upstairs from the other side."

"Sirius said there was something bad about that staircase."

"Bad thing? What is it?"

Neville patted the dust above his head that had fallen from the ceiling.

Harry shook his head: "He didn't tell me the details."

Everyone said it didn't matter, since there was more than one staircase in Blake's old house anyway.

The moment they stepped onto the second floor, they were stunned by the scene in front of them. To be precise, they were frightened by a wall at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

Countless dried heads were hung densely on the wall, to be precise, they were the heads of house elves. It seemed that some kind of spell had been cast on them, preventing them from being easily weathered.

"Sirius said these are house elves who have served the Black family their entire lives."

Harry explained beside him, and said a little embarrassedly: "I was also shocked when I first came here, and I almost used Li Huo."

If it were to be used, Blake's old house would become history.

"What an odd quirk these ancient pureblood families have."

Ron complained, and at the end he didn't forget to diss Draco every day: "Draco, does your family also have this habit?"

"The Malfoy family is not so barbaric and bloody. It's not like you haven't been there before."

Draco rolled his eyes at him angrily.

"What if your family hid the head of the house elf in the secret room?"

Ron continued to ask.

"Who would be so boring as to hide the head of an elf in a secret room? Rosiglitazone sodium tablets. Sometimes I really want to pry open your head and see what's inside."

Draco was infuriated by Ron's unbridled fantasy: "And don't forget, your surname Weasley has no less history than the Black family."

"Really? I don't believe it!"

"believe it or not!"

Draco glanced at Ron with disgust and moved to the side very obviously, fearing that he would be infected by this ignorant idiot.

This was really the first time Ron heard about it. Before that, he only knew that their family was pure blood. After all, Arthur (Mr. Weasley) and Molly (Mrs. Weasley) would not mention blood to their children, let alone It's okay to tell the children how long and ancient their family's history is, and they don't care about it.

The area of ​​the second floor is no smaller than that of the first floor, and there is also a large living room that looks very exquisite and gorgeous. There is a large fireplace in the middle of the living room, flanked by two gorgeous glass cabinets, which are filled with various items. Such dark magic items, and a wall next to it is covered with a Black family tree-shaped genealogy tapestry.

There were especially many foxes in the living room, so many that they could form an army. The curtains were filled with eggs of foxes.

"Funny!"

Neville's voice came from the side, and he was seen standing in front of the desk, with a severed slug rolling in place next to him.

There are even dark magical creatures like Boggarts.

Dudley took the Boggart into his pocket very unceremoniously.

The Black Mansion is more like a miniature base camp for magical creatures than the Potter Mansion, and this is when the Black Mansion is protected by a magic spell and can be hidden.

"If you are going to live here during this period, you need to clean it up."

"I don't want to get bitten by one of these annoying little things."

Draco said with a look of disgust on his face, there were never any foxy people in Malfoy Manor.

Only wizards who rarely clean their homes will breed such little creatures. Hu Meizi's large-scale reproduction characteristics are similar to 'Xiaoqiang', and their annoyingness is similar to fleas. Although a bite from them is not fatal, it is uncomfortable.

Fortunately, several of them are wizards. Although cleaning such a large house is a lot of work, they only need to move their hands and wave their magic wands.

"Harry, where is Sirius? Although he gave you the house, where does he live?"

"Of course he lives here, but he said before that he would go somewhere far away to do some errands, so he won't be here in the near future."

Several divisions of foxes were packed up and taken away by Dudley. These little things could be very powerful weapons if they were put to good use.

No matter how weak any creature is, once it forms a numerical advantage, it is still very terrifying.

A swarm of mealworms can eat a snake, and a swarm of ants can eat an elephant.

In ancient times, the 'locust plague' was a swarm of grasshoppers (locusts), which was so terrifying that it covered the ground, and no grass grew wherever they went.

Dudley plans to turn these foxes into a similar secret weapon - 'Fox Catastrophe'.

"The Black family's collection of books is here."

One of the rooms on the second floor is the study, where the magical books collected by the Black family over the generations are stored.

To Hermione, this room was heaven.

Generally speaking, powerful magic books are protected by magic, and cannot be read unless the corresponding method is found. However, no matter how powerful the magic is, it cannot withstand time, and it can be easily damaged if it is not properly kept.

The Hogwarts library is managed by Mrs. Pince, so the books in the library are as good as new, even the restricted books area that requires professors to write a note before they can be read.

And the Black family

"Many of the original copies were damaged."

Hermione took out a few books and looked at the weathered marks on many pages, her eyes filled with heartache. These were all valuable knowledge.

Even the sturdiest and easiest-to-preserve parchment rolls have been riddled with countless holes.

"Sirius said he got a headache and felt sleepy when he read the book, so he has never stepped foot in this room since he took over the Black family."

Harry explained that he had only been to the Black Mansion once and there was nothing he could do about it.

Not to mention that Sirius had been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years. Even if he was acquitted, he had never entered this study, let alone expected him to take the time to maintain it.

At this moment

There was a loud curse outside the door.

Chapter 352 Chapter 346 Why is the noble Malfoy so unfaithful?

"Look at what the prodigal's godson brought back."

Heavy curses were heard along with the creaking of the old-fashioned floorboards.

"Is there anyone else in this house?" Ron asked in surprise.

Could it be Sirius's uncle or something.

Everyone looked at Harry.

"A house elf serving the Black family."

Harry quickly explained: "My name is Kreacher."

As Harry's voice fell, the cursing stopped outside the door. The door to the study was pushed open, and a thin figure about half a person's height walked in.

It was a house elf who looked very old and very old. His pale skin was full of wrinkles, his head was bald without a single hair, and he had a lot of white hair growing out of his two big bat-like ears. His eyes were bloodshot. , gray with no trace of vitality visible. His nose was very big and sharp, almost like an awl, and his voice was as low and hoarse as a bullfrog.

When everyone saw the house elves, the other party also saw them.

"Look! What did the godson of the prodigal son bring back! Why did he appear in the old master's study!"

He emphasized again, his voice full of disgust, but his eyes showed no reaction at all: "A dirty, smelly mudblood, a disgusting brat of a pure-blood traitor old scum, and the cowardice of a vicious old lady. Grandson, and oh my God, a noble Malfoy."

With this mouth, no one except Draco looked good, and basically scolded everyone present.

"Why would a noble Malfoy hang out with these shabby people? Has Malfoy also fallen?"

Draco: "."

How should I answer him?Tell him I'm not corrupt?

Kreacher walked up to Dudley and looked at him doubtfully, his eyes full of confusion: "What are you? Why can't Kreacher feel it?"

"It doesn't matter what I am. What's important is that Hermione smells good and doesn't smell dirty. Besides,"

Dudley slowly leaned down and stared at Kreacher with his copper-bell-sized eyes. It wasn't until fear showed in the latter's lifeless eyes that he slowly spoke: "I don't want to hear it a second time." If I heard the word 'mudblood' a second time in this house, no matter who said it."

"I would tear the whole house down."

The high-level characteristics of the Magical Animal Taming Technique are gradually manifesting. There will be a natural suppression of magical creatures that are weaker than themselves, making them unconsciously surrender to Dudley. Otherwise, why do you think Aragog listens to him so much? He is stronger. On the one hand, what matters is this temperament.

Maybe one day he'll become an archdruid or a beast tamer.

"no, you can not!"

Kreacher screamed, not doubting what Dudley said.

"So you'd better keep that word out of this house."

Dudley didn't give Kreacher a chance to speak and left with the others.

Not long after they left, Kreacher's curses could be heard in the study, but the word 'Mudblood' never appeared again.

He didn't care what the house elf had been through, but he had to take care of his foul mouth.

"Harry, is he okay?" Ron pointed to Draco's head: "He looks a little mentally disturbed here."

Draco slapped his hand away angrily and glared at him fiercely.

"Yes, Sirius said it was all because of his younger brother. His younger brother joined the Death Eaters when he was very young and was killed by that group of people for unknown reasons. And his mother became mentally ill because of sadness. Extremely unstable, he died not long after."

"In addition, Sirius himself has been imprisoned for more than ten years, and Kreacher will look like this when he comes back."