Chapter 253： 12 Grimmauld Place

It turns out that the efficiency of the wizarding social media is not much worse than that of the Muggle social media of the same period. The next morning, the Daily Prophet published news about Black’s release.

And because the enthusiasm of this matter is too high, the Daily Prophet unceremoniously gave a headline directly.

In addition to explaining the results of Black’s processing, the article also mentioned Peter Pettigrew and Batty Crouch.

Among them, Peter Pettigrew was confirmed to have become a Death Eater, and he betrayed the Potters, causing Harry to become an orphan, and framed Blake, making him squat in Azkaban for more than ten years.

The result of his treatment was to deprive him of political rights for life and to withdraw the Merlin First Class Medal awarded to him as Ai Rong.

finally sentenced him to 996 imprisonment, executed in Azkaban.

To be honest, Mike was quite speechless.

What is the difference between imprisonment in 996 and life imprisonment without commutation? I don’t believe that Mike can live for a thousand years with Peter's strength.

But there is no way. As we all know, the corrupt country is an extremely rigid country.

The number of years to be sentenced for each crime must be clearly calculated, no less, no more.

And in the whole Western conception, freedom is higher than life. That is to say, in the eyes of those judges, the death penalty is not the harshest punishment. It is to let a person lose freedom forever.

And this concept and thought of dealing with things were perfectly inherited by the wizarding world, which led to a group of Death Eaters and Peter, even if they did a great sin, they were not put to death, but were locked in Azkaban.

Mike thinks this is really stupid.

Death is the ultimate punishment for a life. Those who feel that freedom is higher than life must have never experienced the feeling of dying, or have been brainwashed.

But there is no way. Regarding the treatment of the prisoner, Mike has said nothing.

But Batty Crouch is here.

Our dear Mr. Batty Crouch resigned directly because of the impact of this incident.

He also published a letter of his apology in the Daily Prophet. The language used in the text is sincere enough to make everyone understand how much he regrets his wrong decision.

Many people even started to sympathize with him because of this letter of apology, which made Mike really speechless.

Are these people without brains?

Batty Crouch this level of person, he said he resigned, then he really resigned?

From Mike's point of view, this maneuver of his hand is completely retreating to advance, in order to eliminate the negative impact on him caused by this Black incident.

Because according to Mike's understanding, Barty has a very high prestige in the Magic Law Enforcement Department, and almost everyone respects him very much.

A guy like 　　 is afraid that once the wind is over, he will become the director again, and there will be no change from before.

Mike smiled and shook his head. This old fellow, Barty Crouch, is really a bull beer, and he can turn the tide in this situation.

It's just that he has a son who is cheating, and this son will continue to cheat him once.

And this time, Mr. Crouch may not be able to stand up even if he is there.

Thinking like this, Mike closed the newspaper and threw the other miscellaneous tabloids into the trash.

You don't need to look at him to know that these tabloids must be all about Black.

Thinking of such a big thing, these tabloids, known as hyenas, will not let it go.

"Shu Ke."

Mike called out softly, and a house elf appeared in front of him.

"How is the base construction?"

"Master, through our efforts, now your laboratory is almost finished, and the living room and training ground need to wait a while."

Shu Ke's big ears shrugged off, looking very disappointed.

In his opinion, his failure to build the base now has disappointed Mike.

How can Mike not know his mind, looking at the tired look on his face, Mike touched Shuke's smooth forehead, smiled and comforted:

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, you take your time, don't be too anxious, pay attention to your health."

Regardless of how touched Shu Ke was that he was about to cry, he put his hand on Shu Ke’s shoulder and said:

"Well, now take me to Kings Cross Station."

"Understand the master!"

With the crisp sound of his fingers, Mike appeared in the crowded King's Cross station after spinning around.

Saying goodbye to Shuke, Mike sorted out his Muggle costumes that had become a little messy because of the teleportation, and crowded out the station.

The purpose of his trip was to Black’s nest, the legendary ancestral home of the Black family, 12 Grimmauld Place.

The guy Blake wanted to owe him his payment and used his inability to leave Hogwarts as an excuse.

This is really unacceptable to Mike.

So he thought he would come to the door today to check and accept the treasures that belonged to him.

Grimmauld Place is not far from King’s Cross Station, it only takes about 20 minutes to walk.

However, because Mike hadn’t returned to Muggle society for too long, he was attracted by the bustling streets in front of him. Finally, it took an entire hour to reach Grimmauld Place 12 as Blake said he was walking and shopping. number.

To tell the truth, Mike felt very strange when he first started. The Black family, a family that despised Muggles, would arrange their ancestral home in the center of the Muggle city.

But after thinking about it for a while, Mike understood that he was completely wrong.

It is not that the ancestral home of the Black family was built in the city, but the ancestral home of the Black family was wrapped in when the city expanded.

This is not difficult to understand.

As a super family that has been passed down for thousands of years, the Black family was still a desolate place when it was selected for the ancestral home.

And the ancestral home of the Black family that appeared in front of Mike at the moment did not disappoint Mike, and he could feel the ancient aura wafting out at a glance.

I saw that from Mike’s point of view, it was a door painted with black paint. The black paint on the door was already covered with scratches due to the passage of time, and its copper door handle was a hideous one. The giant snake fully proves that the Black family has a certain Slytherin lineage.

Maybe it’s because it’s been too long without anyone taking care of it. Through the windows of the house, the microphone can see the chaos inside, and the windows themselves are even more filthy.

Such a dirty tall building is in sharp contrast with the glamorous shops on the side. It is reasonable to say that the city management department will not allow such buildings that destroy the appearance of the city to appear here.

But the magic is that everyone ignored this building.

Mike knew this was the relationship of the loyalty curse, so he didn't care, and walked a few steps forward and came to the door.

There are no keyholes and mailboxes on the entire door except for the door handle. Mike knew at first glance that the door should be opened purely by magic.

Fortunately, there is a doorbell at the upper right of the gate. Mike gently shook the doorbell, making a clear and pleasant sound.

It didn't take long for the door to be opened. To Mike's surprise, it was not Black that appeared in front of him, but an old-fashioned house elf.

"Oh! What did I see? A Muggle! Get out! Despicable Muggle! Your unclean blood will defile this house of the Holy Black family!"

The house elf screamed as if he had seen something terrible, and his scream seemed to have awakened something in the room, and a woman's voice came out immediately.

"What are you talking about Creche? A Muggle! This is terrible! Ah!!! You all wake up! Get this **** Muggle out of my house!"

The female voice screamed. Although her voice sounded muffled and seemed to be blocked by something, the huge volume still penetrated the entire villa.

Immediately afterwards, the dilapidated villa in front of me became lively, and the voices of countless men and women rang from inside.

Mike frowned and walked back slowly, flicking the wand in his hand to make the old house elf who wanted to attack him froze in place.

At this time, Blake, who heard the sound, also ran down from upstairs. He was slightly surprised when he saw Mike, and then roared at a portrait covered by a rag:

"You crazy woman! Stop it! Stop calling! That's my friend!"

However, the female voice obviously didn't buy his account. After a short pause, she shouted in a slightly crazy tone:

"Why are you the **** thing coming back! You brought such a dirty and humble Muggle to defile my house! Why didn't you die outside? Ah..."

The female voice hadn't finished her words, so she was wrapped up in a dirty curtain by Black, and in an instant, the female voice that made Mike's head ache diminished.

As the female voice became smaller, the other portraits in the house gradually became quiet.

"It seems that this house does not welcome you."

Mike looked at the panting Black with a grin, teasing.

"Damn it, why did you come here suddenly? Hogwarts hasn't been on holiday now, right?" Black came to the door and said to Mike, "Merlin, I haven't even had time to clean up the house!"

"It doesn't matter, I just came to accept my payment, and I will leave immediately when I get what I deserve."

Hearing this, Black frowned but didn't say anything, and directly made an inviting gesture.

And when Mike stepped into the villa formally, Blake suddenly said:

"Can you get rid of the petrification curse on Kreacher first, I will have to rely on him to clean the house next."

"The curse stops immediately."

Mike waved a curse without looking back, and continued to walk towards the house.

The porch on the first floor of the villa is very long. The walls are covered with peeling wallpaper, worn carpets, gas lamps and a cobweb chandelier and chandelier in the shape of a large snake.

Most of the decorations in the entire corridor use snake-shaped patterns. Except for an umbrella bucket at the door, it looks like... a troll's foot?

Mike's attention was not attracted by the weird umbrella barrel for too long, and soon he focused on the portrait that was still cursing constantly.

"That's my mother, you saw it too, he wants me to die." Black complained a little angrily, "Okay, don't look, let's go."

After that, Blake walked sideways over the Mike and disappeared directly at the end of the corridor.

Mike followed Blake through the stairs at the end of the corridor to the basement, and Blake turned on the light in the basement early.

The structure of this basement is very different. A long table similar to the one placed in the Hogwarts Auditorium is placed in the middle of the basement, and a fireplace is placed on the wall at the end of the long table.

There are two rows of huge bookshelves on both sides of the long table, and the books Mike needs are neatly placed on them.

"I have already transferred the books in the vault in advance, you can pick it yourself."

Mike glanced at Blake and said with a smile:

"It looks like you have already gone to withdraw the money, so just so, Harry's firebolt was torn down by the Aurors. Would you like to stop giving him one?"

"Do you still need to remind you? I have already placed an order for the Quidditch store, and the new broom will be sent to him as soon as it is ready."

Seeing Blake's proud look, Mike chuckled and ignored him. He walked straight to the bookshelves and looked through the books on it I have to say, the Black family really It is indeed a super family that has been circulating for thousands of years, and the number of books in the basement is almost comparable to the restricted book zone of Hogwarts.

But after reading through it for a while, Mike found that although there are a lot of books here, the quality is not as good as the prohibited book zone.

I won’t say anything else, but the books on history and potions in it are pitiful compared to the restricted area.

But what makes Mike happy is that the Black family is a family that has studied black magic for generations, and the number of books on black magic in their collection is far more than the Hogwarts Forbidden Book Zone.

Mike rummaged at random and found what he wanted most from this trip.

How to release the curse!

And, just beside the Li Huo curse, the release methods of the three unforgivable curses lay quietly there.

Mike was overjoyed, and quickly opened the non-marking stretch curse bag, and used the floating curse to make the books about black magic fly neatly into his pocket.

And seeing Mike's reaction on the other side, Black frowned immediately.

"Mike, I suggest you better not learn those terrible black magic." Black said, "Many of the ancestors of our Black family died because of studying black magic!"

Mike ignored Black’s advice, nodded perfunctorily, and continued to install the book.

When Black saw that Mike ignored him at all, he stopped talking.