Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Tell me, what does my godfather's home look like? Is it also a castle? Will his family welcome me to live in it? Will..."

"Okay, Harry, you've asked these questions many times on the road."

Clark really couldn't stand Harry's endless pestering, so he could only turn his head out of the car window and look at the buildings that were rapidly retreating.

As a courtesy for his first home visit, Clark did not take Harry directly to the barrier of Sirius Black's home via the Floo network.

After all, for wizards, it is rude to break into someone's home through the Floo network without saying hello.

Of course, if it is a public place or a business place, this does not matter.

So Clark and the others first teleported to the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron through the Floo Network, and then Clark hired a car from his family and drove to Sirius Black's home.

It was only about thirty minutes' drive from the Leaky Cauldron to Grimmauld Place, and Clark and the others arrived there quickly.

"Master, do you need me to wait for you?" The car stopped in the middle of a small square covered with weeds. The old driver saw that the surroundings were very dilapidated, so he turned around and asked.

"No, you can go back first." Clark got out of the car with Harry without further explanation.

"Are you sure this is here?"

Harry looked around curiously. As one of the twenty-eight pure-blood wizarding families, he thought that the Black family's ancestral home should be as luxurious and grand as the Prewett family.

But the houses around the square all have dirty appearances, and their front doors are all gloomy, and they don't look very welcoming to visitors.

The windows of some houses are also broken, and the solid wood color under the paint is exposed on the doors. There is also a large amount of garbage accumulated on the front steps of several rooms, and it seems that no one has taken care of it.

This kind of place is clearly an extremely run-down slum in London. Even Harry's uncle's neighborhood is not much better than here.

"It should be here." Clark looked at the house not far away. "The ancestral home of the Black family is in Grimmauld Place. Many pure-blood wizard families know this."

"Where is my godfather's home?" Harry asked.

Clark glanced at him, "Didn't Blake send you the detailed address of his home?"

As he spoke, he led Harry out of the grass.

"Huh? What?" Harry looked confused.

“The address your godfather sent you should be written on the note.

The ancestral home of the Black family is protected by the Loyalty Spell. Many ancient wizard families like to use this trick. Only guests who are informed of the detailed address by the owner can find their home. "

Clark explained in detail.

Harry realized this and rummaged through his backpack. Soon, he found a piece of parchment filled with long and thin writing in an envelope sent to him by Black.

"The Black family is located at No. 13 Grimmauld Place, London." Harry read it in a low voice when he saw the writing on the parchment.

"Okay, I get it." Clark's ears were very pointed, and there was no need for Harry to say it a second time.

The two of them crossed the road and walked for a distance along the deserted and pungent-smelling street, finally stopping at the door of a house with a faint rumbling sound coming from the window.

At this time, the parchment note in Harry's hand also spontaneously ignited without fire. This startled him, and he quickly let go, letting the burnt note fall to the ground.

"It should be right here."

Harry heard Clark's words and quickly raised his head, only to find that they were standing at the door of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

He looked to the left and saw No. 11. When he looked to the right, he found that the building was No. 14.

"Huh,

What about number 13? This won't be the same as Platform 9 and 3/4, right? "

Harry tried to walk to the junction of rooms 12 and 14 to see if the middle wall could pass through, but was stopped by Clark in time.

"Thirteen is not a lucky number for Muggles.

Many people even believe that this number will bring disaster and death.

Therefore, when this row of buildings was first built, the number 13 should not have been set, but it jumped directly from the 12th to the 14th. "

This taboo is the same reason that many houses in China deliberately avoid house numbers with "4" in them.

"It seems that when the Black family moved here and opened a new residence, they also borrowed the magic contained in the number 13 and the Muggle concept of fear of it."

Clark's sharp eyes seemed to penetrate a layer of vague black fog and saw more things hidden under the magic.

"If you put it this way, perhaps what protects this old Black family home is not just a simple loyalty curse.

There must be something else in it...some space magic...Sirius, death, and fear.

It's really interesting, no wonder Sirius doesn't like staying in this house..."

Clark seemed to have seen everything, with the original expression on his face.

Harry, who was standing next to him, looked confused, but tried his best to sound awesome.

Seeing that Clark seemed to have figured it out, he asked curiously, "Then where do we knock on the door?"

"Think about what you just saw." Clark answered him softly.

Harry immediately concentrated on thinking. As soon as he thought of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, a shabby door appeared out of thin air between No. 12 and No. 13.

Along with this portal, there are dirty walls and gloomy green windows.

It looked like an extra house that suddenly expanded, squeezing out No. 12 and No. 14 on both sides.

Such a strange sight immediately stunned Harry.

At this time, the stereo in Building 12 next door was still making dull noises. Obviously, the Muggles living there didn't feel anything. This is the magic of magic.

"Okay, now we can knock on the door." Clark smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder.

Upon hearing this, Harry walked up the broken stone steps and stared at the newly conjured solid wood door with wide eyes.

The black paint on the door was peeling off, and it was also covered with weird scratches on the left and right.

Relying on his sensitive perception and the psychic ability of [Reading Items], Clark could even feel the sharp aura still remaining in those scratches even after so long.

As if he sensed someone approaching, the snake-shaped silver door knocker on the door instantly came to life. He raised his triangular head and looked at the two children in front of him with his ruby ​​eyes.

It was only then that Harry discovered that there was neither a keyhole nor a mailbox on the door.

"This... that... we are here to see Sirius Black, we were invited... I am his godson."

Harry said nervously as he faced the dangerous-looking silver snake knocker.

However, when the sound fell into Clark's ears, it turned into a short and strange "hissing" sound. Obviously, facing this thing, Harry stimulated his Parseltongue ability again.

The silver snake also had a puzzled expression on its face. It tilted its head, as if it was the first time it saw a human boy speaking the language of their snakes.

Fortunately, someone in the room seemed to have heard the noise coming from outside the door, or perhaps the silver snake notified its owner.

Soon, Harry and Clark heard a loud, metallic click on the door.

The sound sounded like countless metal mechanisms working together and turning behind the door. After a few seconds, the shabby door of No. 13 Grimmauld Place slowly opened with a creak, revealing that the inside was more beautiful than the outside. Worn porch.

And, a Sirius Black who looked much better.

"Harry!" Sirius shouted happily as soon as he saw Harry.

He strode forward, opened his arms, and hugged Harry, who was still a little nervous.

"Thank God you're finally here. I thought you didn't want to come and live with me."

"No, how could it be? I just went to live at Clark's house for a while." Harry quickly explained after leaving Sirius's arms.

Sirius Black turned his head when he heard this and found Clark standing on the steps nearby. He smiled and said hello.

"It's great to meet you, Clark, and thank you for inviting Harry to your home and sending him over.

He always tells me in his letters that your castle is great, and I hope he won't be disappointed with my house. "

Blake made a joke.

"I think Harry is not that kind of person," Clark smiled in agreement, "Maybe for him, as long as there are relatives around, no matter where he is, it is home."

This sentence successfully resolved the slightly awkward atmosphere between Harry and Sirius Black. The two looked at each other and smiled, and Black quickly stepped aside and stretched out his hand.

"Please come in," he said happily, "but don't go too far inside, and be careful not to touch anything."

When he said the last sentence, Clark noticed that there was a trace of disgust in Blake's tone, as if there was something he hated in it.

The two followed Sirius Black into the almost completely dark hallway.

Although Blake seemed to have cleaned up after returning home, they could still smell a damp, dusty smell.

The smell was like rotten wood and accumulated soil, giving people the feeling of stepping into a grave. It also filled the old Black family house with an aura of staleness, oldness and decay.

Blake obviously noticed this situation. He saw Harry's frown, and for the first time he felt uneasy in his heart.

He waved his wand lightly, and there was a soft hissing sound coming from nowhere, and then all the gas lamps on the walls lit up, as if this could dispel the smell of corruption in the air.

Beams of dim light cast onto the mottled wallpaper on both sides, illuminating a corridor covered with worn carpets.

At the top of the corridor, there are tree-shaped decorative lights covered with spider webs flickering, and portraits that have been blackened by age are hung crookedly on the walls.

"Bang——"

The door of Blake's old house was slammed shut behind Clark, and they heard the loud sound of countless metal mechanisms locking, which startled the two of them.

"I'm sorry, the house hasn't been cleaned up for a long time, and no one lives there." Sirius smiled awkwardly, and Clark even saw a hint of fawning on his face.

Fortunately, Harry didn't seem to care about this, "This is great! Compared with my uncle's house, this place is simply paradise."

Blake also had a bright smile on his face. Clark didn't comment on this. He just stood in the dim foyer and silently looked at the dilapidated old house in front of him——

This is a typical pure-blood family mansion. Clark has seen many of these when he visited some wizarding families before.

Different from what they saw outside, this house was much larger inside, and the space had obviously been expanded by magic.

Many of the decorations that can be seen everywhere are hundreds of years old - if you pick up an item at random, it might have been used by a famous wizard.

"Let's go and have a look," Sirius said to Harry enthusiastically, "I have cleared a room just for you, go see if you like it."

The three of them passed a rickety table at the entrance of the hall and a crow-shaped candlestick placed on it, and then walked forward along a corridor so long and narrow that there was no end in sight.

Underfoot, the old floorboards made a creaking sound, which sounded particularly creepy in this old, empty house.

On both sides of the corridor were two long curtains covered with insect holes.

Harry glanced curiously, wondering if there was any secret hidden behind the curtain, but he did not reach out and just continued to follow Sirius.

The three of them came to the end of the corridor and walked around a large umbrella stand that seemed to be made of a broken leg of a troll. On the left side of the umbrella stand was a dark staircase.

Walking up the stairs, you can find that the wall next to the stairs seems to be decorated with something, it seems to be a row of wrinkled heads.

Harry thought that the ancestors of the Black family were hunting enthusiasts like Clark's grandfather. However, when he curiously put his head over to take a look, he gasped.

Nailed on the decorative panels on the wall were the heads of house elves.

They all had the same ugly big nose, exactly like the Dobby Harry had seen before.

This also adds a spooky and terrifying atmosphere to this house, as if this place belongs to the most evil dark wizard.

They are also a pure-blood wizard family. Is this the normal decoration style here, and the Prewett family is just an alternative?

Harry's heart was full of confusion, and at the same time he felt a little worried about his future life here.

And just as they were about to step onto the wooden staircase that looked very old and was already full of cracks and holes, an unexpected figure appeared in front of the three of them - it was a house elf.

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