The house was dirty and messy, and the windows were filthy.


    From the street, there was a scratched black painted door at the black ancestral house, and the silver door handle was a winding snake.


    There was no keyhole or mailbox on the door, but there was a doorbell.


    "Sure enough, there are prohibitions."


    A few steps forward, Klein found a clue.


    This should be the defense mechanism of black''s ancestral home - like a mirage, you can clearly see every detail and even feel it right in front of you. But if you are not the owner of the house or without the permission of the owner of the house, you can never go to the black painted door.


    "Well, that''s a problem."


    There was a thoughtful look on his face, but his eyes kept glancing at Klein. Dumbledore touched his gray beard, and the hatred expressed was obvious.


    The critical time has come, young man. If you have any magic power, just use it~


    "Professor, you''ve changed. You didn''t let me take the initiative to cast spells before."


    With a murmur, Klein raised his elderberry wand.


    He began to wonder whether he was acting too harmless to humans and animals.


    Or


    Dumbledore''s psychological endurance has risen to a new level after many exercises, so he is so relieved that he has no defense at all?


    Many thoughts flashed in my heart, but the action on my hand didn''t stop.


    The wand tip flashed a dense white light, Klein made a few false points, and the old black house in front of him was like a lake with ripples.


    "This is another kind of" confusion spell ".


    Although we can break it with more powerful magic and violence, we are uninvited guests after all, and the Black family also has successors


    So let''s save some last face for this ancient family. "


    Klein smiled and put away his wand.


    "Well, the prohibition has expired."


    To use a more vivid metaphor, he deceived the defense system of black''s old house and made the old house mistakenly recognize him and Dumbledore as members of the Black family.


    They are Trojan viruses disguised as harmless files.


    "It''s hard for you. I''ll treat you to" Zizi sweet honey stick "when you go back."


    Dumbledore did not doubt him. He strode to the door and looked at Klein. He thought for a second, and finally decided to visit the house in a relatively polite way.


    If not, consider other ways


    The old man reached out to ring the doorbell and waited patiently for the response in the room - even if all the Black family were dead, an ancient family like this should be guarded by house elves.


    "Jingling, jingling."


    The doorbell made a little noise, as if it was rusted inside.


    in the house


    The portrait of Mrs. walbuga black suddenly opened her eyes and shouted like an old cat.


    "Kreacher, Kreacher, you lazy bastard, where are you dead? A guest has visited the noble Black family!"


    With a "whoosh", the domestic elf with congested eyes and fleshy nose appeared. He spoke to walbuga Mrs. Black''s abuse seemed unheard of, but bowed down her bent waist respectfully and whispered.


    "Yes, madam, clencher, the permanent servant of the Black family, will go and have a look."


    He said, but clencher was nervous. His bloodshot eyes showed uneasiness, and the nails of his hands stabbed into the bark like skin.


    Who could it be?


    Who found the great and noble ancestral house of the Black family!


    Is it


    A rebellious figure flashed through his mind, and clencher clenched his teeth.


    Is it the shameful traitor who betrayed Sirius of the great and noble Black family?


    Feeling very uneasy, clencher moved to the door like a snail. Moving to the footstool, he saw the visitor outside the door through the crystal ball.


    Old and young, old looks a little familiar.


    "Stranger, not a member of the Black family!"


    His heart was startled and full, and clencher''s breath was suddenly rapid.


    It''s not Sirius, it''s not Sirius. In that case, how do the old and young get to the door? How dare they stand in front of the noble Black family!


    "Oh? Someone."


    A fine light flashed through his sapphire blue eyes, and Klein scratched the tip of his eyebrow with his finger tail.


    "But he doesn''t seem to want to open the door for us."


    He was surprised that Klein''s eyes could see through the wooden door of magic blessing. Dumbledore''s expression remained unchanged and said in a deep voice.


    "Hello, I''m Albus Dumbledore. I''m here to visit the Black family. Would you please open the door?"


    There was no response inside the door. Klein''s mouth was slightly raised.


    One said one thing. If it were him, he would not open the door when he heard such words as "open the door, fellow villagers, the community sends warmth".


    "Go away... Stranger... This is not where you should come..."


    After a while, there was a movement in the door. Perhaps I had heard Dumbledore''s name, and the voice was obviously nervous.


    "I..."


    Dumbledore seemed to want to say something, but Klein interrupted him before he could speak.


    "Headmaster, let me come."


    Domestic elves are stubborn. It is difficult to communicate with them in the way of human beings. Klein stepped forward and his face was restrained.


    Without speaking, he grasped the door handle like a giant snake.


    "Huh?"


    This means to be a "bad guest".


    Dumbledore smiled bitterly, but he didn''t stop it.


    "Buzz!"


    The lightning surged, and Klein''s green robe was windless!


    The Wizards of the Black family do have two brushes, and their defense against magic is quite strong, but Klein''s expression is not fluctuating. He easily won the upper hand in the confrontation between magic and magic.


    "Squeak ~"


    But in a minute or two, he unscrewed the door handle directly.


    "Roll!!!"


    The magic defense of the house itself didn''t work. Kretcher decided to kill the intruder who broke into black''s old house by himself. However, his magic fell on the young man of the other party, but it was like a clay ox into the sea, and even the flowers couldn''t turn up.


    Kerry was dumbfounded and screamed.


    "It''s impossible. Who are you, who are you, who are you!"


    "Me?"


    Clapping the dusty robe, Klein looked up.


    "Introduce yourself, Klein Greenwald, Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, Slytherin college, sophomore."


    "Pedal! Pedal! Pedal!"


    After hearing this answer, clencher stepped back three steps, his eyes showed deep despair, and his big eyes seemed to be bleeding.


    He is a domestic elf and a natural caster. Rao has lived for so many years and has never seen a more evil door than the young man in front of him.