Chapter 182: Grimmauld Pla e
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September 1.
Felix got up early, transited through Diagon Alley, and returned to London.
He is going to make purchases for the new school year.
In addition to updating his movie film library, he also bought a lot of the latest books and clothes, but most importantly, he found a map store.
This is a small shop with a sense of time. On the simple brown shelf, there are all kinds of maps.
There are both local maps of London and maps of the British Isles, and they are used for different purposes-aerial photos, tourist maps, traffic maps...
When Felix was about to buy a thick atlas, he asked the clerk, "Have you heard of Grimmauld Place?"
The clerk pushed his glasses and raised his head from the colorful picture book in front of him...
So thirty minutes later, he was standing in a run-down block in the Old Town of London.
The houses here are quite old, the walls peeling off, revealing a large area of ugly gray. Frankly speaking, the old house of the Black family is hidden here, which he did not expect.
He walked around. Some houses were still inhabited by people, but some houses were obviously abandoned-there was a lot of garbage piled at the door, and the windows were broken.
On a more deserted lawn, his eyes fell on a house, the house number on it was 11 Grimmauld Place.
He looked to both sides, with number 10 on the left and number 13 on the right.
"Interesting, even the wizard's sight is cut off?"
Felix stood there, constantly examining something.
An old woman walked slowly with a cloth bag, "Young man, what are you doing here?"
"Visit a pen pal, madam. The address given is not very clear, I am trying to identify it." Felix prevaricates.
"I have lived here for more than fifty years, from the time I was born... Maybe I can help, tell me about it."
"Uh, Grimmauld Place in the old west of London, the house number at the back is blurred, I guess it is number 12." Felix looked at the enthusiastic old woman with some helplessness.
"No. 12? This is impossible, young man, there is no such house." The old woman raised her voice, "You must have remembered wrong...or your friend made a bad joke with you."
"I also find it strange," Felix pointed at the house in front of him: "This is No. 11, and there is No. 13, and speaking of it, there is no No. 12..."
The old woman let out a hearty laugh: "...you are not the only one who has this doubt." She blinked, lowered the volume and said, "This is a mistake. I heard my grandmother say, oh, she also listened to others. Yes, the people who built the house back then were a bunch of fools. The workers completed their work. From the current point of view, it is not bad. But they put the wrong house number, and the city hall did not find it during the inspection. The mistake was It's kept like this."
"In my impression, some people have given feedback several times over the years, but there is no response. As you know, this place is not taken seriously at all. Maybe it will be demolished in more than ten years, in the name of unsightly... …Anyway, I won’t agree, and won’t let my grandson agree-he is only two years old, but what do you say? Education should be early, there are always some traditions to keep." She tilted her head, witty To say.
The old woman was quite talkative, and from her mouth, Felix also knew some unreliable legends.
For example, "No. 12 Grimmauld Place is a real existence. It is a haunted house." Or, "The workers didn't put the wrong house sign back then. A nobleman bought it, but then the house disappeared... "
Felix was very interested in these legends, and from time to time he uttered a few admirations, making the old woman more satisfied with his eyes, "There are not many young people like you who know how to respect the elderly, unlike the one next to me, most of the night. The stereo was still on, making people uneasy. I knocked on the door several times to no avail."
Felix handed her a small card. For a moment, the old woman seemed to see a golden light flashing on the surface of the card, but it could also be reflected sunlight.
"Madam, you can write a memo on it and stuff it along the door to the family, warning them to pay attention to the feelings of other people. Well, it's better to attach the police phone."
"Will it work?" The old woman took the card suspiciously, "The people on our side are not very polite."
"Try it, it won't get worse."
After declining her invitation, Felix cast a phantom charm on himself and stood quietly in place.
Several people walked past the block from time to time, but no one paid attention to him.
Near noon, he took out his wand and swiped it continuously, pulling away the layers of mist, and his whole person was squeezed into the air.
His figure disappeared.
In a crevice, Felix walked forward with difficulty, but was immediately blocked by a wall of air, which was a very clever magical barrier.
Immediately he heard a harsh scream, which was too ugly. Felix shivered involuntarily. After a few seconds, he was repelled by a huge force and stood back in Gerry. On the lawn of Mo Square.
"Someone inside?"
Felix said suspiciously, ‘Principal Black didn’t mention this...’ But after thinking about it, he thought it might be a house elf.
After hesitating for a moment~www.novelhall.com~ Felix chose to leave. He could indeed squeeze in again and break through the barrier with his profound magic skills, but this time may last for an hour or two, or even several days.
If someone is inside, whether it is a wizard or a house elf, they will not be indifferent in the face of his attack.
‘At least I know this place. ’
Felix took a deep look and disappeared.
...
At the same time, the Hogwarts Express train.
"Have you seen that, Harry? Malfoy is just a coward, seeing a professor slipping away in him, it is in line with their family tradition!" Ron said a little bit harshly, but he can't be blamed because Mal Fu just laughed at his family.
"Ron," Hermione shrieked, pointing at the professor lying on the small table. "Be careful……"
The three of them glanced, and the desolate professor was still asleep. They continued to talk, but their voices dropped a lot.
"I mean it. If he dares to make fun of my family, I'll grab his head—Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron looked at Harry and asked.
"what?"
"You are too calm, even when Malfoy was there. You just pulled out your wand so naturally and looked at Malfoy as if he were a caterpillar or something."
"I feel that way too, Harry." Hermione said seriously.
Harry scratched his head: "Maybe it has something to do with my getting stronger? When Malfoy provoked us, I didn't feel much anger, it was like watching a performance. Very strange..."
He looked at Ron and Hermione, and said in an uncertain tone: "I think it might be because even if I do, I can easily win. I expected this result in advance."
Ron let out a weird cry, "It's so cool, buddy!"
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September 1.
Felix got up early, transited through Diagon Alley, and returned to London.
He is going to make purchases for the new school year.
In addition to updating his movie film library, he also bought a lot of the latest books and clothes, but most importantly, he found a map store.
This is a small shop with a sense of time. On the simple brown shelf, there are all kinds of maps.
There are both local maps of London and maps of the British Isles, and they are used for different purposes-aerial photos, tourist maps, traffic maps...
When Felix was about to buy a thick atlas, he asked the clerk, "Have you heard of Grimmauld Place?"
The clerk pushed his glasses and raised his head from the colorful picture book in front of him...
So thirty minutes later, he was standing in a run-down block in the Old Town of London.
The houses here are quite old, the walls peeling off, revealing a large area of ugly gray. Frankly speaking, the old house of the Black family is hidden here, which he did not expect.
He walked around. Some houses were still inhabited by people, but some houses were obviously abandoned-there was a lot of garbage piled at the door, and the windows were broken.
On a more deserted lawn, his eyes fell on a house, the house number on it was 11 Grimmauld Place.
He looked to both sides, with number 10 on the left and number 13 on the right.
"Interesting, even the wizard's sight is cut off?"
Felix stood there, constantly examining something.
An old woman walked slowly with a cloth bag, "Young man, what are you doing here?"
"Visit a pen pal, madam. The address given is not very clear, I am trying to identify it." Felix prevaricates.
"I have lived here for more than fifty years, from the time I was born... Maybe I can help, tell me about it."
"Uh, Grimmauld Place in the old west of London, the house number at the back is blurred, I guess it is number 12." Felix looked at the enthusiastic old woman with some helplessness.
"No. 12? This is impossible, young man, there is no such house." The old woman raised her voice, "You must have remembered wrong...or your friend made a bad joke with you."
"I also find it strange," Felix pointed at the house in front of him: "This is No. 11, and there is No. 13, and speaking of it, there is no No. 12..."
The old woman let out a hearty laugh: "...you are not the only one who has this doubt." She blinked, lowered the volume and said, "This is a mistake. I heard my grandmother say, oh, she also listened to others. Yes, the people who built the house back then were a bunch of fools. The workers completed their work. From the current point of view, it is not bad. But they put the wrong house number, and the city hall did not find it during the inspection. The mistake was It's kept like this."
"In my impression, some people have given feedback several times over the years, but there is no response. As you know, this place is not taken seriously at all. Maybe it will be demolished in more than ten years, in the name of unsightly... …Anyway, I won’t agree, and won’t let my grandson agree-he is only two years old, but what do you say? Education should be early, there are always some traditions to keep." She tilted her head, witty To say.
The old woman was quite talkative, and from her mouth, Felix also knew some unreliable legends.
For example, "No. 12 Grimmauld Place is a real existence. It is a haunted house." Or, "The workers didn't put the wrong house sign back then. A nobleman bought it, but then the house disappeared... "
Felix was very interested in these legends, and from time to time he uttered a few admirations, making the old woman more satisfied with his eyes, "There are not many young people like you who know how to respect the elderly, unlike the one next to me, most of the night. The stereo was still on, making people uneasy. I knocked on the door several times to no avail."
Felix handed her a small card. For a moment, the old woman seemed to see a golden light flashing on the surface of the card, but it could also be reflected sunlight.
"Madam, you can write a memo on it and stuff it along the door to the family, warning them to pay attention to the feelings of other people. Well, it's better to attach the police phone."
"Will it work?" The old woman took the card suspiciously, "The people on our side are not very polite."
"Try it, it won't get worse."
After declining her invitation, Felix cast a phantom charm on himself and stood quietly in place.
Several people walked past the block from time to time, but no one paid attention to him.
Near noon, he took out his wand and swiped it continuously, pulling away the layers of mist, and his whole person was squeezed into the air.
His figure disappeared.
In a crevice, Felix walked forward with difficulty, but was immediately blocked by a wall of air, which was a very clever magical barrier.
Immediately he heard a harsh scream, which was too ugly. Felix shivered involuntarily. After a few seconds, he was repelled by a huge force and stood back in Gerry. On the lawn of Mo Square.
"Someone inside?"
Felix said suspiciously, ‘Principal Black didn’t mention this...’ But after thinking about it, he thought it might be a house elf.
After hesitating for a moment~www.novelhall.com~ Felix chose to leave. He could indeed squeeze in again and break through the barrier with his profound magic skills, but this time may last for an hour or two, or even several days.
If someone is inside, whether it is a wizard or a house elf, they will not be indifferent in the face of his attack.
‘At least I know this place. ’
Felix took a deep look and disappeared.
...
At the same time, the Hogwarts Express train.
"Have you seen that, Harry? Malfoy is just a coward, seeing a professor slipping away in him, it is in line with their family tradition!" Ron said a little bit harshly, but he can't be blamed because Mal Fu just laughed at his family.
"Ron," Hermione shrieked, pointing at the professor lying on the small table. "Be careful……"
The three of them glanced, and the desolate professor was still asleep. They continued to talk, but their voices dropped a lot.
"I mean it. If he dares to make fun of my family, I'll grab his head—Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron looked at Harry and asked.
"what?"
"You are too calm, even when Malfoy was there. You just pulled out your wand so naturally and looked at Malfoy as if he were a caterpillar or something."
"I feel that way too, Harry." Hermione said seriously.
Harry scratched his head: "Maybe it has something to do with my getting stronger? When Malfoy provoked us, I didn't feel much anger, it was like watching a performance. Very strange..."
He looked at Ron and Hermione, and said in an uncertain tone: "I think it might be because even if I do, I can easily win. I expected this result in advance."
Ron let out a weird cry, "It's so cool, buddy!"
September 1.Felix got up early, transited through Diagon Alley, and returned to London.He is going to make purchases for the new school year.In addition to updating his movie film library, he also bought a lot of the latest books and clothes, but most importantly, he found a map store.This is a small shop with a sense of time. On the simple brown shelf, there are all kinds of maps.There are both local maps of London and maps of the British Isles, and they are used for different purposes-aerial photos, tourist maps, traffic maps...When Felix was about to buy a thick atlas, he asked the clerk, "Have you heard of Grimmauld Place?"The clerk pushed his glasses and raised his head from the colorful picture book in front of him...So thirty minutes later, he was standing in a run-down block in the Old Town of London.The houses here are quite old, the walls peeling off, revealing a large area of ugly gray. Frankly speaking, the old house of the Black family is hidden here, which he did not expect.He walked around. Some houses were still inhabited by people, but some houses were obviously abandoned-there was a lot of garbage piled at the door, and the windows were broken.On a more deserted lawn, his eyes fell on a house, the house number on it was 11 Grimmauld Place.He looked to both sides, with number 10 on the left and number 13 on the right."Interesting, even the wizard's sight is cut off?"Felix stood there, constantly examining something.An old woman walked slowly with a cloth bag, "Young man, what are you doing here?""Visit a pen pal, madam. The address given is not very clear, I am trying to identify it." Felix prevaricates."I have lived here for more than fifty years, from the time I was born... Maybe I can help, tell me about it.""Uh, Grimmauld Place in the old west of London, the house number at the back is blurred, I guess it is number 12." Felix looked at the enthusiastic old woman with some helplessness."No. 12? This is impossible, young man, there is no such house." The old woman raised her voice, "You must have remembered wrong...or your friend made a bad joke with you.""I also find it strange," Felix pointed at the house in front of him: "This is No. 11, and there is No. 13, and speaking of it, there is no No. 12..."The old woman let out a hearty laugh: "...you are not the only one who has this doubt." She blinked, lowered the volume and said, "This is a mistake. I heard my grandmother say, oh, she also listened to others. Yes, the people who built the house back then were a bunch of fools. The workers completed their work. From the current point of view, it is not bad. But they put the wrong house number, and the city hall did not find it during the inspection. The mistake was It's kept like this.""In my impression, some people have given feedback several times over the years, but there is no response. As you know, this place is not taken seriously at all. Maybe it will be demolished in more than ten years, in the name of unsightly... Anyway, I won't agree, and won't let my grandson agree-he is only two years old, but what do you say? Education should be early, there are always some traditions to keep." She tilted her head, witty To say.The old woman was quite talkative, and from her mouth, Felix also knew some unreliable legends.For example, "No. 12 Grimmauld Place is a real existence. It is a haunted house." Or, "The workers didn't put the wrong house sign back then. A nobleman bought it, but then the house disappeared... "Felix was very interested in these legends, and from time to time he uttered a few admirations, making the old woman more satisfied with his eyes, "There are not many young people like you who know how to respect the elderly, unlike the one next to me, most of the night. The stereo was still on, making people uneasy. I knocked on the door several times to no avail."Felix handed her a small card. For a moment, the old woman seemed to see a golden light flashing on the surface of the card, but it could also be reflected sunlight."Madam, you can write a memo on it and stuff it along the door to the family, warning them to pay attention to the feelings of other people. Well, it's better to attach the police phone.""Will it work?" The old woman took the card suspiciously, "The people on our side are not very polite.""Try it, it won't get worse."After declining her invitation, Felix cast a phantom charm on himself and stood quietly in place.Several people walked past the block from time to time, but no one paid attention to him.Near noon, he took out his wand and swiped it continuously, pulling away the layers of mist, and his whole person was squeezed into the air.His figure disappeared.In a crevice, Felix walked forward with difficulty, but was immediately blocked by a wall of air, which was a very clever magical barrier.Immediately he heard a harsh scream, which was too ugly. Felix shivered involuntarily. After a few seconds, he was repelled by a huge force and stood back in Gerry. On the lawn of Mo Square."Someone inside?"Felix said suspiciously, Principal Black didn't mention this...' But after thinking about it, he thought it might be a house elf.After hesitating for a moment~www.novelhall.com~ Felix chose to leave. He could indeed squeeze in again and break through the barrier with his profound magic skills, but this time may last for an hour or two, or even several days.If someone is inside, whether it is a wizard or a house elf, they will not be indifferent in the face of his attack.At least I know this place. 'Felix took a deep look and disappeared....At the same time, the Hogwarts Express train."Have you seen that, Harry? Malfoy is just a coward, seeing a professor slipping away in him, it is in line with their family tradition!" Ron said a little bit harshly, but he can't be blamed because Mal Fu just laughed at his family."Ron," Hermione shrieked, pointing at the professor lying on the small table. "Be careful"The three of them glanced, and the desolate professor was still asleep. They continued to talk, but their voices dropped a lot."I mean it. If he dares to make fun of my family, I'll grab his headHarry, what's the matter with you?" Ron looked at Harry and asked."what?""You are too calm, even when Malfoy was there. You just pulled out your wand so naturally and looked at Malfoy as if he were a caterpillar or something.""I feel that way too, Harry." Hermione said seriously.Harry scratched his head: "Maybe it has something to do with my getting stronger? When Malfoy provoked us, I didn't feel much anger, it was like watching a performance. Very strange..."He looked at Ron and Hermione, and said in an uncertain tone: "I think it might be because even if I do, I can easily win. I expected this result in advance."Ron let out a weird cry, "It's so cool, buddy!"
