Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 201

"The Dark Lord has suffered serious injuries, and now is the time to use you." Hera narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked playfully at the crooked old lady in the portrait.

"Oh, this is the glory of the Black family. It is our honor to help His Royal Highness the Dark Lord." The old lady shook her head and said, where did she still have the cursed and vulgar look before?
Hera nodded. He planned to take a look around the house now, hoping that there were still some old things in it. He hoped to find clues about his life experience here. Although this was not Lestrange's old house, as one of the 28 sacred clans, Hera believed that there must be some clues inside.

Hera walked around the large umbrella stand that had fallen to the ground, and now he was sure that it was indeed made of the short legs of a troll.He went up the dark stairs, and there was a row of crumpled heads on the plaque on the side wall. Hera looked closely and saw that they were the heads of house elves, and they all had the same ugly big nose.

This is also one of the habits of pure-blood families. They usually have house elves to serve them, and for some extreme house elves, it is probably the greatest honor to cut off their heads and hang them on the wall after they are too old to work.

Obviously, the Black family has carried on this tradition very well.

Fortunately, Hera didn't think she was a good man and a believer, so she could accept this aspect of things.

He continued to walk up, and the old lady's voice came up from downstairs, "Honorable Sir, you don't need to worry too much, because the time is too long, most of the defensive magic lines have lost their effect, and the magic spell protection will only cause you a little trouble because no one replenishes the magic power."

Hera ignored her, he couldn't believe it!

He walked across the Hunan landing, turned a knob in the shape of a snake's head, and opened the door.

Hera only took a quick glance at this dimly lit room, with a high ceiling, and the two single clothes lined up side by side, and went straight to the door and backed out.

This is obviously a bedroom, who would put valuables in the bedroom except Hera herself! ?
Generally speaking, big families will have special secret storage rooms, such as the treasure room in the basement of the entrance hall of the Malfoy Manor—specially used to hide some shady things or confine enemies.

Hera probably spent the night inspecting the rooms on the front of Black's old house.It has to be said that it was beyond his expectation, not to mention minor troubles, except for the dust, Hera hardly found any valuable existence, as if it had been looted long ago.

Except for a house-elf who is too old to work—this is probably the most expensive existence besides this house.

Kreacher wore a dirty rag around his waist and was almost naked.There seemed to be several times more skin than his body actually needed, his head was bald, but a lot of white hair grew out of his two big bat-like ears, his eyes were bloodshot, gray, and his fleshy nose was huge, almost like a pig's nose.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the fact that it could be called a house-elf, Hera would have killed it immediately—Kreacher started screaming as soon as he saw Hera, and that terrifying, deafening, and blood-curdling scream was no weaker than the following portraits.

If Mrs. Black hadn't interrupted Kreacher's screaming, Hera would bet that it would never see the sun tomorrow morning.

"Once upon a time, many people came into the mansion. They were all my dirty and sinful sons. He brought many damn fools into the mansion." The old lady shook her hands and said awkwardly, not daring to look directly at Hera.The saliva at the corner of her mouth was no longer left, and she looked as if she had been well groomed.

It just looked so unpleasant, especially with an old house-elf standing in front of her.

"So, you didn't do anything and let them commit this heinous crime?" Hera said coldly.

The old lady's hands and fingers were entangled awkwardly, and the portrait that screamed with her in the past was silent at this moment.

"Uh uh. This one. Uh."

"Do you know how big a mistake you have made? His Highness will definitely clean up your useless and stupid subordinates as soon as he comes back." Hera waved his hands angrily, and rolled his robes for a while.

"In the bedroom on the second floor, the third floor from the left and two floors up, just under that floor, there is the key to Black's vault. If I remember correctly, it should still be there." The old lady said tremblingly.

"Hmph," Hera snorted coldly, "I hope so, otherwise there would be no need for the Black family to exist, and there would be only one traitor left anyway."

"No—no—the Black family will always be the most loyal subordinates of the Lord Dark Lord." The old lady was about to kneel down. "Kreacher, go and help the noble Mr. Lestrange get the key and prepare a breakfast."

"Yes, my mistress." Kreacher staggered and bent over, and Hera was really worried that it would fall over—falling on Hera's cloak and rubbing against something weird.

Fortunately not.

Playing with a coat of arms in the shape of the Black family, Hera was in a good mood as he tasted a pretty good breakfast. He even covered the portraits with a black cloth so that they wouldn't affect his appetite.

"Dear Mr. Lestrange, you are a noble pure-blood, your orders are my actions." Kreacher showed his loyalty, but this only made Hera lose part of his appetite and had no other use.

Hera nodded casually. In fact, this 'adventure' was not a very good experience for him. After all, he did not get any information about his identity. Even though he 'interrogated' several portraits of the Black family, it was a pity that they were all paying attention to their youngest son Regulus at that time, and did not pay much attention to the addition of an extra kid in the Lestrange family.

But when the name Regulus was mentioned, Hera frowned slightly, as if he had heard the name before.

It seems to have been heard that he was once the youngest Death Eater, and then he disappeared, and no one knew where he went. This was what he heard from his seniors when he was in school.

"I think, I need to strengthen the protective magic here, such as"

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(End of this chapter)