Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Even Draco couldn't help but advise.

"I know, but Dudley has taught himself everything for seventh year."

Hermione said this with resentment.

Who is the best student at Hogwarts? She can only be ranked second.

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"Hey guys, I have a great place to go. How about staying there for a few days?"

Harry cleverly changed the previous topic and avoided the fatal question of "Who is the best student?"

The others understood immediately and quickly agreed.

Half an hour later, they arrived in the northwest of London, about a 20-minute walk from King's Cross Station.

12 Grimmauld Place.

There are pigeon-cage-like buildings all around.

Harry took out his wand and tapped the air a few times. The buildings seemed to be stretched, making way, revealing a mansion that looked very old.

What came into view was a black-painted door covered with scratches. The silver door handle was in the shape of a coiled snake. It was worth noting that there was no keyhole on the door.

The Black family's old house or mansion is taller, wider and larger than the Porter family's small building. It is at least five stories high, and the height of each floor is twice that of a general floor, similar to a double-story structure, which means that this is a ten-story mansion.

Although it doesn't look much better than an old, dilapidated building.

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Several people entered the mansion. On the way, Harry explained to his friends the origin of the mansion. Although the whole mansion looked dirty and messy from the outside and the windows were filthy, it was actually dirtier inside than you imagined.

As he pushed open the door, a strong smell of rotting wood hit him in the face. The moment Dudley entered, he felt that the number of vixens hiding in this mansion was definitely no less than that in the Potter's old house.

It is simply the base camp of microscopic magical creatures.

"Did Sirius really give you this house?"

Ron kept looking at the layout of the Black mansion, looking here and there, as if he found everything strange, and his tone was full of envy.

"Rodriguez, you were born into a wizard family after all."

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

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

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

"Gan!"

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

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

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

Two big dog owners.

If you have any gold Galleons you don't want, you can give them to me. I'll take as many as you have. I don't mind that gold Galleons are useless.

Chapter 351 Really? I do not believe!

"Harry, do we need to decorate this place as well?"

Dudley frowned as he looked at the peeling wallpaper on the walls of the corridor and the worn carpet on the floor that was so dirty it had turned black.

It’s not that he has a mysophobia, it’s just that this place is not much cleaner than his doghouse.

No, in fact most dogs are very clean, this is the biggest insult to the doghouse.

"I don't think so. I would hardly live here."

His old Potter house in Godric's Hollow had been renovated, and Dudley had reserved a room for him in the castle next door, so there was no need for him to travel so far to live.

"It's also good as a temporary residence, provided it is kept clean."

Neville killed a vixen who appeared out of nowhere and said, "I can't believe this place is dirtier than Nurmengard Castle. No one has cleaned that place for fifty years."

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

When everyone was about to reach the stairs leading to the second floor, Harry suddenly said, "We should go up from the other side."

"Sirius said there was something bad going on up that staircase."

"Something bad? What is it?"

Neville brushed the dust from the ceiling off his head.

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

Everyone said it didn't matter, because there was more than one staircase in the Blake house anyway.

The moment they reached the second floor, they were stunned by the scene in front of them. To be more precise, they were frightened by the wall at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor.

There were countless dried heads hanging densely on the wall, or to be more precise, the heads of house-elves. There seemed to be some kind of spell cast on them, which prevented them from being easily weathered.

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

Harry explained, a little embarrassedly, "I was also scared when I first came here, and I almost used Fiendfyre."

If it were really used, the Black House would become history.

"These ancient pure-blood families have strange quirks."

Ron complained, and at the end he did not forget to DISS Draco as usual: "Draco, does your family have this habit too?"

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

Draco rolled his eyes at him in annoyance.

"What if your family hides the head of the house elf in the chamber of secrets?"

Ron continued to ask.

"Who would be so bored as to hide an elf's head in a secret room? Rosiglitazone Sodium Tablets, sometimes I really want to pry open your head and see what's inside."

Draco was amused by Ron's wild imagination: "And don't forget, the history of your Weasley family is no less than that of the Black family."

"Really? I don't believe it!"

"believe it or not!"

Draco glanced at Ron with disdain and moved aside very obviously, fearing that he would be infected by this uneducated idiot.

This was the first time Ron heard of this. Before that, he only knew that his family was pure-blood. After all, Arthur (Mr. Weasley) and Molly (Mrs. Weasley) would never mention their bloodline to their children, let alone tell their children how long and ancient their family history was. They didn't care about these things.

The second floor was no smaller than the first floor, and there was a large living room that looked very refined and gorgeous. There was a large fireplace in the middle of the living room, and on both sides were two gorgeous glass cabinets filled with various black magic items. One of the walls next to it was covered with a Black family tree-shaped genealogy tapestry.

There were so many vixens in the living room that they formed an army, and the curtains were filled with their eggs.

"Funny!"

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

There are even dark magic creatures like Boggart.

Dudley took the Boggart into his pocket very rudely.

Compared with the Potter house, the Black house is more like a miniature base for magical creatures, and this is when the Black house is protected by a spell and can be hidden.

"If you're going to live here for a while, you'll have to clean up."

"I don't want to get bit by these annoying little creatures."

Draco said with disgust on his face that there has never been any vixen in Malfoy Manor.

These little creatures only breed in the homes of wizards who rarely clean. The large-scale reproduction characteristics of vixen are similar to those of cockroaches. They are as annoying as fleas. Although a bite from them is not fatal, it is very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, they are all wizards. Although cleaning such a large house is a lot of work, it only requires moving their hands and waving their wands.

"Harry, where is Sirius? Even though he gave you the house, where does he live himself?"

"Of course he lives here too, but he said before that he had to go to a faraway place for some business, so he won't be here in the near future."

Several divisions' vixens were packed up and taken away by Daddy. These little things can be very powerful weapons if used well.

No matter how weak any creature is, it can be very terrifying once it forms an advantage in numbers.

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

In ancient times, a "locust plague" was a swarm of grasshoppers (locusts) that covered the sky and the earth, leaving no grass wherever they went.

Dudley planned to turn this group of vixens into a similar secret weapon - 'Vox Disaster'.

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

One of the rooms on the second floor is the study, where all 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 without the corresponding method to remove it. However, no matter how powerful the magic is, it cannot defeat the passage of time, and it will easily be damaged if not properly kept.

The Hogwarts library is managed by Madam Pince, so all the books in the library are as good as new, even the restricted books that require a note from professors to read.

The Black family

“Many of the orphan copies are damaged.”

Hermione picked up a few books at random, and looked at the traces of weathering on many of the pages, her eyes full of heartache, as these were all valuable knowledge.

Even the strongest and most easily preserved parchment scrolls were riddled with countless holes caused by insects.

"Sirius said that he got a headache and felt sleepy whenever he saw a book, so he never set foot in this room since he took over the Black family."

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

Not to mention that Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years, even after being acquitted, he had never entered this study, let alone expect him to spend time to maintain it.

At this moment

A loud curse was heard from outside the door.

Chapter 352: Why would the honorable Malfoy hang out with questionable people?

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

Heavy curses rang out along with the creaking of old-fashioned floorboards.

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

Could it be Sirius' uncle or something like that?

Everyone looked at Harry.

"It's a house elf that serves the Black family."

Harry quickly explained: "My name is Kreacher."

As Harry's voice fell, the cursing outside the door stopped, the door of 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, with pale skin full of wrinkles, a bald head without a single hair, two large bat-like ears with a lot of white hair growing in them, bloodshot and grey eyes without a trace of spirit, his nose was very large and sharp, almost like an awl, and his voice was low and hoarse like a bullfrog.

At the same time as everyone saw the house-elves, the other party also saw them.

"Look! What did the prodigal's godson 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 nasty brat of a pure-blood traitor old scum, and the cowardly grandson of a mean old woman, and... oh... God, a noble Malfoy."

When he opened his mouth, no one looked happy except Draco. He basically cursed everyone present.

"Why would a distinguished Malfoy hang out with this group of shady people? Has Malfoy also fallen?"

Draco: “.”

How should I answer him? Tell him that I am not fallen?

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

"It doesn't matter what I am. What matters is that Hermione smells good and isn't smelly or dirty. Besides..."