Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

Gerald looked at the house in front of him, looked around, and suddenly felt a little uncertain.

When I came to the door of Black's old house, I saw a black-painted door with scratches on it, like a child's prank.The doorknob was a great silver coiled snake, and there was no keyhole or letterbox.Gerald glanced around and found that magic could only be used to open this door, but there was a doorbell. Gerald thought about the use of the doorbell, and then wanted to observe the internal structure from the side window.But the windows were so dirty that you couldn't see inside at all, and there was so much dust... This gave Gerald an urge to step back immediately.

Not only that……

This is Grimmauld Square, located in the northwest of London, only a 20-minute walk from King's Cross train station.And Baker Street is not far from it, the street is a subway station, the distance between them is a bit close.Gerald silently made up his mind that he would never leave Black's old house this Christmas and not be discovered by any of his family members.

At this time, Mycroft was already sneering with the detailed address of Blake's old house. He decided to let his parents go to Grimmauld Place to visit more this Christmas. Anyway, the Christmas tree and the activities held before Christmas there are also very good. Yes, enough for the two old men to pass the time.

Black's old house was located in the middle of two Muggle houses. When Gerald looked around, Professor Black had already opened the door and let the two little wizards in with enthusiasm.

"I tidied up the house well. You know, there was really no way to live here before. Kreacher is useless at all. Is it because of old age?" Black's only male muttered, helping Then he carried the simple luggage of the two little wizards in.

"Welcome little master Black to go home. Kreacher is useful. Please don't speak ill of Kreacher behind Kreacher's back. Kreacher has served the Black family for hundreds of years. Every head of the family appreciates Kreacher very much..." A voice It rang immediately, and Gerald looked over sharply.

It was a short, stooped elf, with pointed ears drooping down, and so many folds on the face that the mouth could not be seen. Fortunately, house elves have relatively large eyes, otherwise they might have seen the eyes.Gerald noticed that the elf was covered in a dirty tea towel, that the ears were covered with gray hairs—whether it was the gray color or what—and that the skin on the limbs was wrinkled.

The pattern on the tea towel caught Gerald's attention. It was a coat of arms in the shape of a shield with two leaping greyhounds beside it. Inside the shield was a dagger with a pattern of distant mountains. A star—this should be the family crest of the Black family.

The elf stood at the end of the corridor, looking at Harry and Gerald with big eyes, looking inside like a magnifying glass to see through Gerrard from the inside out.

"Two little wizards! Two little wizards have entered Black's old house..." Kreacher's eyes widened, as if he wanted to use his eyes to see if these two little wizards were born of pure blood.

"Okay, Kreacher, hurry up and prepare some refreshments. This is my godson Harry Potter, and the other is Gerald Holmes." Professor Black casually introduced to his house-elf.

Kreacher searched the surnames of pure-blood families in his head, and found out in horror: "A Muggle wizard! A Muggle wizard has entered Black's old house! Merlin, the eternally pure Black has been defiled, all because The mistake of a rebel who was expelled from the family—" With a snap, Kreacher disappeared.

Both Gerald and Harry looked at Sirius, and Sirius gave a wry smile, "Forget it, let's forget about this nagging little elf, he has always been my parents' confidant, he sticks to the old rules and refuses to bend at all. , It’s really a bit disgusting.” Blake, who has never returned to his old house since he was released from prison, shrugged, he was not interested in this little elf in his family at all, not only that, but also faintly disgusted.

To be honest, if Narcissa hadn't insisted on coming to Black's old house this Christmas, Sirius wouldn't have come back at all. He probably would have spent this Christmas with Harry at Hogwarts.Even seeing Snape's black face was better than returning to this suffocating home, which was Sirius' consistent thinking.

"Come in quickly, don't stand foolishly at the door." Black said to Gerald and Harry, and Gerald drew a general impression of Black's old house in his mind as he entered.

First of all, Black's old house should have three floors, and the existence of the basement is 80.00% possible. The space expansion spell should be used inside, otherwise the corridor would not be so long, about 50 meters long. The wallpaper pattern on the corridor is old. There were portraits on the walls, one of which was covered with a red curtain.

Gerald looked towards the end of the corridor. The stairs were going up and seemed to lead directly to the second floor.As a pure-blood wizard's old house, it is also a good way to cover up that it appears in an area where Muggles gather.

"We'd better walk lightly, as long as we pass through this corridor." Sirius said, looking at the place covered by the red curtain with some anxiety, "Don't touch anything."

Harry and Gerald nodded upon hearing this, and they walked over quietly, while Sirius was still thankful that the conversation with Kreacher just now did not wake up his troubled mother in the portrait.

However, Sirius was obviously too naive.As he passed the portrait of his own mother, Mrs. Black suddenly screamed through the room, "Treason—you traitor—get out—get out—"

Both Harry and Gerald were taken aback. The next moment, Sirius opened the curtain, and a huge picture frame appeared. Inside, the old Mrs. Black was screaming and cursing hysterically. Kreacher also jumped out at this time : "Little master, you hurt the old master's heart, how could you hurt the old master's heart—"

"Shut up, I don't want to quarrel with you today, for the sake of having guests, shut up quickly!" Sirius roared.

Suddenly the noise in the room became a pot of porridge.

Harry stood bewildered, blushing. Gerald looked at Harry, then silently took out a gun from his sleeve, and shot towards the ceiling!

The next moment, everyone looked at Gerrard and fell silent.

"Very good, can you listen to me next?" Gerald was expressionless. He first looked at the lady in the portrait. The portrait was life-size. The lady in the painting had yellow skin and was screaming and cursing. The saliva was splashing all the time, but the eyes were flexible: "Hello, Mrs. Black, I understand your anger at your eldest son's ineffectiveness, and I also express my deepest sympathy for the death of your youngest son. From your whole life In terms of deeds, I really can't think of any other deeds that you can praise except that you followed your husband to maintain your poor self-esteem and the glory of the pure-blood family and completely destroyed this family. To be honest, there are many witches who are so bitter, mean, proud, self-righteous, clinging to the glory of pure blood and refusing to compromise, but I also believe that you really love your children, otherwise you would not raise a very honest and fearless inner world Come on, kid. I really admire this point, but you don’t have to attribute Professor Black’s rebellion and the death of your other son to yourself, because it’s not your fault. It’s their choice , As children, they certainly hope that you can live in safety, so one of them chose to die for Black, and the other went to prison to explore another path, or what he thought was the right path. As a mother, your psychological Feelings are natural and understandable."

Mrs. Black opened her mouth wide, already stunned.

Gerald glanced at Sirius, and continued to say to Mrs. Black: "Your son left you, and your husband died before you. He stayed alone in this old house, recalling the past glory and glory of the Black family. , facing the withering and decline of the current family—the portrait shows you before your death, weighing less than eighty pounds, with gray and dull hair, uncontrollable saliva at the corners of your mouth, sallow skin, and yellow spots in your eyes, In other words, before you died, you had been in a state of agitation and resentment against the world, or to some extent, you were suffering from a disease that Muggles call dementia. Of course, all of this is also understandable. But , you must also have fantasies, thinking that if Professor Black hadn’t joined Gryffindor, hadn’t run away from home, but worked hard with the Dark Lord, the Black family would have continued to prosper? However, this is obviously not the case, even if Black The professor is loyal to the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord will not let go of your youngest son—you obviously don’t understand the Dark Lord’s style, nor his background—but the Dark Lord’s failure is certain, that is to say, Your family will be wiped out with the defeat of the Dark Lord, just like the Lestrange family, and become the history of the wizarding world."

Mrs. Black stared fiercely at Gerrard, wanting to scream, but Gerrard quickly raised his hand and shot a shot above the picture frame, a big hole appeared, and then he glanced at Kreacher: "Let me put After finishing speaking, otherwise I can't guarantee that I will do something."

Sirius was completely speechless, but the capable little Harry immobilized Kreacher with a spell—this spell was taught by Black, especially for dealing with difficult house-elves.

"So, you should be grateful to your son. After all, he made it possible for the Black family to continue. For wizards, continuation is more important than glory, otherwise there would be no Hogwarts." , the wizards will not survive by hiding." Gerald said calmly, he looked at Mrs. Black, and took out his wand: "So, what are you dissatisfied with? Dissatisfied that Professor Black did not follow the Going to die according to your words? Dissatisfied that Mr. Black died according to your words? Dissatisfied with the pure blood glory of this family being tarnished? Let me say that if this family is tarnished by Professor Black, it is better to say that it has been tarnished by you long ago, because The black wizard you like and made your youngest son swear allegiance to him, he is the half-blood you most despise!"