Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

Sirius looked at Black and hesitated to speak.

He is actually a little bit weak...

If you chat like this, it will easily lead to death...

The Firebolt that I plan to spend a lot of money to buy is not as good as the one Black made himself.

No matter how much I think about it, something doesn't feel right.

However, this is a genius who solved the dragon pox in one minute.

Therefore, Sirius did not even have the slightest doubt about his statement.

Sirius is also a very clever guy.

He immediately discovered the blind spot.

He said with a little hesitation:"Since the broom you made is better than the firebolt, then I……"

Black’s brooms are so awesome, so why don’t they need Firebolts?

"Do you want to buy the broom I made? asked Blake

"Yes...although it may be a bit abrupt to think so……"

Sirius said a little embarrassed.

Originally, he wanted to give Blake a gift as well.

But now... not only the Firebolt can't be given to Blake.

He also had to trouble Black to help him make a broom...

With Sirius's wisdom, he certainly knew that people like Black would not be short of money.

Therefore, this so-called buying a broom has become a problem for him to trouble Blake...

Moreover, this is a new type of broom developed by him.

He may not be willing to sell the broom to himself so easily.

"Please wait……"Blake rummaged around in his pocket for a moment.

After a while, a roll of parchment filled with illustrations appeared in his hand.

He thrust the parchment into Sirius' hands

"Sorry, I may be a little busy recently, so... I can only hand over the blueprint to you, and you can do it yourself"

"Don’t worry, the blueprint is very detailed. As long as you find someone who understands the alchemy of"Zero Sixty", you can make it according to the blueprint."

"blueprint?"

"Um"

"You mean, this is the blueprint for your broom that's more powerful than a Firebolt?"

"That's right"

"Hahaha……"Sirius laughed.

However, his laughter eventually disappeared under Blake's serious eyes.

"……Are you serious?"

"Of course I am serious."Black replied.

Sirius looked at the parchment in his hand in astonishment.

He was worried just now that the other party would be unwilling to give him the finished product.

Unexpectedly, now the other party actually threw all the drawings to him with a backhand?

He thought he was joking. As for... now it seems……

"This...this...I can't have this."

Sirius understood that the blueprint for this innovative product was too precious.

With this blueprint, anyone could become rich overnight.

But now, Black casually threw this precious blueprint to himself.

It's like treating a flying motorcycle that can be borrowed at any time……

"Take it. You are no better now than before."

Blake said as he walked forward.

"You have to find a way to leave Harry a family fortune."

Sirius held the parchment in his hand tightly.

The other party saved him and prepared an inheritance for him to pass on. This kind of kindness is really...

He took a few steps and asked:"But... Why are you helping me like this?"

"I mean...you've helped me so much, and now……"

Blake laughed,"Maybe, I am a helpful person.……"

"Of course, I'm not willing to help everyone."

"I only help people I think are worthy of help"

"And you are the person I think is worth helping"

"This blueprint is already dispensable to me, but it is just useful for you, so I will give it to you. Sirius said at a loss:"

But, this is too expensive...and...I……"

"If I need your help in the future, will you help me?"

Black interrupted Sirius.

Sirius immediately said:"Of course! You have helped me so much and made up for so many regrets."

"Therefore, even if I lose my life by helping you, I will help you without hesitation.

Blake smiled and said,"Look, this is why I want to help you.""

"If it were someone like Peter Pettigrew, do you think I would talk to him?"

"So, take it. Anyway, you owe me a lot of favors. One more is not too much, one less is not a lot."

"You see, I am actually not as good as you think. The more favors you owe me, the more natural it will be for me to ask you to work for me.……"

Sirius stopped and looked at Black's back as he continued to walk forward, feeling grateful in his heart.

He felt that Blake said this on purpose... just to make him feel at ease.

"Okay, I accept it, and I will use your blueprint in the appropriate place. Sirius raised his right hand holding the parchment and said.

Black waved his hand,"I've given you the blueprint. You can use it however you want.""

Sirius also returned to his previous free and easy attitude, stuffed the parchment into his pocket, and then chased after him.

"Then I'll use this to start a broom company. Roll up the Firebolt! Of course, you will always be the major shareholder of our company!"

"How about... just call it Black Card? Haha, we are all Blake after all!

Blake smiled and said:"That's a good idea. Then I can provide you with technical support." Well... when you make some money, do you want to buy a Quidditch club to play with?"

"Hiss...what a great idea! So which team do you think is better to buy?"

……

The twenty-minute journey was completed quickly while the two of them were chatting and laughing.

Arriving at Grimmauld Place successfully, Blake looked at the townhouse in front of him.

Sure enough, he discovered that the house number of the townhouse in front of him jumped from No. 11 to No. 13.

The number twelve in the middle is completely invisible.

Blake opened his eyes to reality a little.

But I only saw a layer of gray fog.

He could sense that there was space behind the mist, but the real eye of this intensity could not yet see through it.

Unless the firepower is full... but if you do that, your eyes will have to shine, which will look a bit too scary.

With this level of hidden magic, the Black family is indeed very knowledgeable.

"Well, welcome to Twelve Grimmauld Place. The home I always wanted to escape from……"

Sirius just finished speaking.

Blake felt a weak magic power sweep across the two of them.

The next moment, the scene in front of me changed dramatically!

All I could see was the townhouse in front, between numbers 11 and 13.

Suddenly it was like a curtain being pulled apart.

Blake noticed that the Muggles seen in the window next door were still doing their own things calmly.

He didn't notice at all that the house under his feet was moving to both sides!

A moment later, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, like the keypad of a slider phone.

Cleverly appeared in front of Blake.

However, compared to the splendor of the Muggle residences No. 11 and No. 13 next to it.

The exterior walls of No. 12 were in tatters, with many of the walls peeling off.

The windows also looked pitch black.

I don’t know if it’s because the curtains are drawn up, or simply because the windows are dirty.

"Very nice magic, Sirius……"

Blake looked with joy at the sudden appearance of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Sirius touched his nose,"You shouldn't have figured out this magic again, right? If you have figured it out, can you also teach me? Because I don't know this magic either.……"

"In fact, it was a magic done by an older ancestor of my family...well, after he successfully persuaded the innocent Muggle to move away. Blake said in admiration:"It's indeed a very good hidden magic... At least, it's pretty cool, isn't it?""

Now it seems that the former members of the Black family are still very capable. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

It's just that... their character is really poor.

I don't know about this family. How did the black crows give birth to such a kind-hearted guy like Sirius?

Sirius stepped forward and pushed open the rusty iron gate in the front yard.

The two stepped across the yard covered with withered yellow leaves.

They arrived there In front of the peeling wooden door.

Sirius casually pushed the wooden door open again.

With such hidden magic, it didn't matter whether the door was locked or not.

As the door was opened, what came oncoming was the smell of decay..

Directly opposite the door is a long vestibule.

As Sirius strode in, the ancient gas lamps next to the vestibule were automatically lit one after another.

They emitted a dim yellow light.

The wallpaper in the vestibule also It has fallen off to the point where it doesn’t look like it.

The carpet is even worse...

On the wall of the foyer corridor, there is a picture frame covered by cloth.[]

If Blake remembers correctly.

This is a portrait of Sirius' mother, Walburga Black.

At the slightest sign of trouble, Walburga in the painting would start yelling and insulting... because she resented all non-pure-blood wizards entering her house.

I heard that the painting was still stuck to the wall using a permanent sticking spell.

Good guy, even if you die, you have to keep an eye on your house and not let non-pure-blood wizards enter.

But the irony is that this room originally belonged to a Muggle……

"come in."When Sirius passed the painting, he subconsciously slowed down his steps.

A slight snoring sound was coming from the frame...

Black followed Sirius and walked in.

After passing the long hall, Black saw a A troll-leg umbrella stand.

Not far from the umbrella stand, on the left side of the foyer, is the dining room.

Blake glanced at the dining room as he passed by. In the cupboards of the dining room, he saw a lot of coats and emblems of the Black family printed on them. Noun porcelain.

However, he found no traces of Horcruxes on it.

Since the house was uninhabited, there were spiders everywhere. At the end of the foyer was the staircase leading to the second floor, and there were many people gathering on the plaques on the wall next to it. A row of wrinkled heads of house elves...

Black curled his lips, these guys really have a lot of taste.

These elves are the house elves that have been serving them in the Black family for generations.

When they are too old to carry the plate time.

These elves will ask their companions to help them cut off their heads and hang them on those decorative boards.

In the Black family, every generation of house elves are proud of their heads being hung on the decorative boards.

Well, this style is A very pure-blood family...

Sirius stepped on the creaking stairs and led Black to the living room on the second floor.

"Hold on……"

He picked up the scattered clothes on the broken sofa and threw them behind the sofa.

Then asked Blake to sit down

"I'll buy another wand in a few days"

"It’s really inconvenient to not be able to use magic.……"

Sirius frowned and brushed the dust off his hands.

After being imprisoned for more than ten years, his magic has already deteriorated, and it is still too difficult to cast spells without a wand.

Without magic, it would be fatal for him to clean a room like a Muggle.

Blake did not sit down, but looked around the house with interest.

Especially...the things in those glass cases.

In the living room, there happens to be such a display window.

The windows are filled with all kinds of things... so the Black family can show off their glory to all who come.

Blake saw a decorative crystal bottle in the window.

There was a large opal embedded in the cork, and the bottle was filled with what looked like blood.

Since the liquid inside had already solidified, Blake couldn't tell what was inside just by looking at it.

Next to the crystal bottles are a large number of dark, black silver boxes with many ancient runes engraved on them.

Blake recognized those characters, and most of them meant recording the year.

Blake guessed that this represented the year of the contents of the box.

Next to the pile of silver boxes, there was another dusty box.

Inside lay a medal that Blake was familiar with.

This is a first-class medal of the Order of Merlin, and he just received one this morning.

Noticing Black's gaze, Sirius explained:"This is my grandfather's Order of Merlin, First Class."

He said jokingly:"In recognition of the pile of gold pimples he sent to the Ministry of Magic.……"

Blake smiled and didn't respond.

Because his attention 3.0 was attracted by a locket.

This locket looks very delicate. The background color is silver, but there is a green one printed on the lid, which looks like a small snake."S"mark.

Blake narrowed his eyes, and he was sure that he had found the rightful owner.

After handling several Horcruxes.

He is particularly familiar with the smell of this stuff.

Therefore, this exquisite looking locket should be Slytherin's locket.

It is another Horcrux of Voldemort.

Black isn't taking it out just yet, though.

Because he suddenly remembered Sirius's younger brother, Regulus Black.

This Horcrux was what he had worked so hard to get back.

He even left a note mocking the socket spirit at the Horcrux collection site.

At this point, Blake still admires this young man who has returned from his lost ways.

Blake thought, according to his nosy character.

During time travel, it might be possible to save him too.

He was really curious about this.

How about... find a chance to take a look in that cave?

After Blake pondered for a while, he changed his original plan.

He turned to Sirius and asked:

"You said before that your family does have a collection of books?"

"That's right, it's on the fifth floor. Do you want to go take a look? asked Sirius

"why not?"Black really wanted to see the background of the Black family...

He was very interested in things that were not written in the original books.

Sirius led Black to the fifth floor.

Not long after they left.

One A pale and thin hand reached into the window and grabbed the locket! ps: Blake. The Blake family. I always feel weird when I write it...