Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

At this moment, an old voice sounded from afar: "What are you doing there? What is that...what is it..."

Except for Sirius, the others looked over and saw an extremely old lady with a hunched back and short stature.

Harry asked, "She can see us? Is she a witch too?"

Harry looked at the person in front of him. If it weren't for the fact that the place where they were standing was cast with a spell so that only wizards could see them, he really wouldn't think that the other person was also a wizard. The other person looked a little confused and was wearing a turban. He felt that even the old wizard he saw in Knockturn Alley was much more energetic than her.

Lupin frowned slightly and said, "Bathilda Bagshot, I heard Lily mention her before. They were neighbors, and she was already very confused at that time."

As soon as the person appeared, Douglas guessed who the other person was. He guessed that the effect of the Fidelius Charm had aroused the other person's suspicion, so he went out to check.

Harry muttered: "Bathilda Bagshot? Such a familiar name..."

Seeing Douglas's eyes glancing over, Harry immediately said, "Now I remember, the author of the History of Magic textbook, is she still alive?"

Lupin nodded and said, "Of course. She had a very good relationship with your mother back then. On your first birthday, James and Lily held a birthday tea party for you. At that time, Sirius and I were both on a mission out of town, and only Bagshot attended the birthday tea party."

Just as Harry was hesitating whether to go up and say hello and ask about the scenes of his parents living here, he saw Bagshot muttering to himself and turning away.

Douglas shrugged and said, "He looks really confused. Muggles call this disease Alzheimer's."

Harry asked curiously, "Does Alzheimer's still exist in the wizarding world?"

"Everyone is equal under time. Dumbledore is her grandson. What do you think?"

Grimmauld Place.

Harry was holding onto an old street lamp and vomiting violently.

Douglas rubbed his nose and surveyed the surroundings. This place was located in London's Muggle neighborhood, just a 20-minute walk from King's Cross Station. He had been here many years ago, but the Black family home was so well-preserved that neither Muggles nor wizards could see it.

Sirius comforted Harry on the side. Lupin glanced at Douglas and said with a faint smile on his face, "So from the beginning, you were experimenting with the use of the teleportation array by multiple people. I was curious at the time, why didn't you tell us how we could get back? I thought your teleportation array could teleport us back."

Douglas coughed awkwardly: "Ahem, it will come, it will come in the future."

Then he took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a small pill, and said to Harry: "Harry, look up and open your mouth."

Harry turned around in confusion, opened his mouth slightly, and found something flying directly into his mouth.

"Hmm~"

He soon discovered that he no longer felt dizzy or nauseous. Douglas, noticing Harry's reaction, asked with great concern, "How do you feel? This pill was developed specifically for beginners of Apparition. It's only been tried on dogs before..."

Sirius looked at Douglas tensely, then patted Harry on the back anxiously and said, "Spit it out quickly, don't fall for this guy's tricks."

Although Harry was a little surprised that Douglas used him as a test subject, when he remembered that he had used hangover pills on Hagrid before, he suddenly felt that Douglas was very reliable.

Sirius thought that being found by Dobby was just an accident. In fact, that guy had been catching dogs for experiments before...

Sirius led a few people to the area between Number 11 and Number 13 Grimmauld Place, and then a dilapidated door appeared out of nowhere, followed by dirty and mottled walls and gloomy windows, as if an extra house had suddenly expanded, squeezing out the houses on both sides.

Harry was stunned. He had never been so surprised when he was at the Potter's house before. Even after Sirius, the secret keeper, told him the address of the Potter's house, there was suddenly a house in front of him.

But this happened on a Muggle street, and the Muggles passing by the square did not react at all. Even the owners of houses 11 and 13 did not stick their heads out of the windows like Aunt Petunia did to see what was happening outside, as if everything was so natural.

Sirius looked at the house, not hiding the disgust on his face at all. "My father has imposed all known protection measures in the wizarding world on this place. Only people of the Black family can see this house. Others can only find this house under the guidance of a member of the Black family..."

Chapter 265 Black's Ancestral House

Sirius led everyone up the stone steps in front of the door. What came into view was a dark, mottled door without a keyhole, with a silver, coiled snake-shaped door knocker hanging on it.

Sirius pulled out his wand and knocked on the door. There were loud sounds of metal colliding and chains rattling, and then the door creaked open.

"I didn't expect they didn't change the spell to open the door."

Sirius said something casually, then motioned for them to go inside, and at the same time patted Lupin's arm with his left hand implicitly. Lupin glanced expressionlessly at Douglas who was following beside him, then calmly put his hand on Harry's shoulder, motioning him to walk slower.

Douglas stepped over the threshold and was faced with a dark hallway. A damp, musty, and rotten smell hit him directly...

Under Sirius's astonished gaze, Douglas' wand quickly fell into his hand, and the Bubble Head Charm and the Shield Charm were cast, followed by a detection magic... At the same time, Dobby, who was standing next to Douglas, snapped his fingers, and a row of old-fashioned lamps on the wall of the hallway were directly lit up, casting a dim, swaying and somewhat unreal light.

Under the dim light, the scene in the foyer also appeared before our eyes. The wallpaper was mottled and even peeled off in large areas.

The carpet wasn't too dirty, but it had obviously not been replaced in years and was worn thin.

The candles in the spiderweb-shaped chandelier on the ceiling had long since burned out and were not re-renewed. There was also a snake-shaped candlestick on the table by the door, but it was also empty.

At first glance, some areas in the lobby are decorated with

Douglas frowned slightly. Wasn't there supposedly a house-elf living in this house? Just looking at the hallway, he didn't sense any sign of life. Even the detection magic he'd used earlier only revealed a few traps...

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized something and turned to look at Sirius who was standing behind him.

Sirius looked at the ceiling, Lupin chuckled, and Harry still didn't understand what was going on.

Originally, he just wanted to trick Douglas a little, but he didn't expect Douglas to be so stupid that he immediately put on all kinds of magical protection.

"Who are you! Who dares to step into the noble Black family? Get out... Kreacher! Kreacher!"

The scream came from a picture frame not far away in the hallway.

Following this scream, the other portraits in the hallway also screamed.

Sirius frowned, revealing a complicated look in his eyes: "It was my mother. One day, four years after I entered Azkaban, someone told me that she had died... She never liked me."

"It's you, the shame of the family, the bastard I gave birth to! The shame of the family, the dirty and sinful bastard, how dare you bring people to defile my ancestral home... Kreacher, where the hell have you been? Drive them out..."

An old and ugly house-elf, holding a bloody dead mouse in his hand, froze in place when he saw Sirius.

Sirius said with disgust: "I am the only descendant of the Black family. You dare to kick me out, useless piece of trash?"

After hearing what Sirius said, Kreacher mumbled something incoherently, but he did not follow Sirius' mother's wishes and drive them out.

He staggered towards the few people, and as he walked, he put the dead rat into a tattered bag on his body. The rat's blood quickly seeped through the cloth.

He was wearing only a ragged, dirty rag, and his entire skin was hanging on his body like his clothes.

He stared at the ground with bloodshot eyes, and bowed as he passed Mrs. Black's portrait. Then he walked up to Sirius, bowed to him, and said:

"How dare I kick you out? You are the only descendant of the Black family, the master of this house. Oh, my poor mistress's son... Oh, what a shame, you bring all kinds of people to the noble Black ancestral house, mudbloods, werewolves, and a disgusting house-elf in clothes..."

Sirius roared angrily: "Shut up and get out of my way right now."

Kreacher froze for a moment, then bowed to Sirius and said, "Oh, Master asked Kreacher to move aside, Kreacher will leave now."

During this time, Sirius' mother screamed and cursed non-stop.

Sirius walked quickly towards the portrait, and the others followed closely. Douglas had not yet lifted the spell on his body, and was still walking carefully in Sirius's footsteps.

Seeing this scene, Lupin behind him couldn't help but smile bitterly. How cautious this man was.

When Dobby walked past Kreacher, he took out a chocolate from his pocket and handed it to him, but Kreacher turned his head away with a look of disgust and ignored him.

Dobby sighed and silently placed the chocolate on the table beside him.

Douglas looked at the sighing Dobby in surprise. Is this still the Dobby who is always happy no matter the situation? Could it be that he has learned to sigh because of the books he read recently?

The portrait is life-size, showing an old lady in a black hat screaming desperately, as if she is being tortured.

The old woman was drooling, her eyes were rolling, and the yellow skin on her face was stretched tight from screaming.

"you shut up!"

Sirius spoke viciously, not caring at all that the person in front of him was his mother. Meanwhile, his hands were not idle, he wanted to take the painting off the wall, but no matter how hard he tried, even pulling out his wand, it was no use.

Douglas waved his wand and a soundproofing spell was cast on the walls on both sides. All the portraits stopped making any sound at the same time and the whole world suddenly became quiet.

Chapter 266 Sirius's Bedroom

The few of them did not stay any longer, and Sirius had no intention of reminiscing, but led them straight upstairs.

To one side of the hallway is the dining room, whose cupboards are filled with porcelain frames engraved with the Black family coat of arms.

The staircase leading to the second floor was decorated with wrinkled house-elf heads, casting odd shadows on the stairs.

Harry broke out in a sweat, and then he remembered the information the detective agency had found on the Black family: they were skilled in various dark arts. Could these be some kind of dark magic ritual? No wonder his cousin had cast all sorts of defensive spells on himself the moment he came in.

Dobby explained, "Some house-elves from ancient families are proud to have their heads hung in the family after death."

Harry muttered under his breath, "What a lunatic!"

The group did not stop at other floors. Sirius led them directly to the fifth floor and came to the door of a bedroom.

Sirius proudly pried open a piece of floorboards in front of the door and pulled out a key from underneath. It was already rusty from the dampness. He tapped the key with his wand, and it instantly became brand new, revealing its original bronze texture.

"They all claim to be noble pure-bloods and are very disdainful of Muggle methods, so I added various methods to the door lock to prevent magical unlocking. Only Muggle methods can open this door. I don't think they will ever do this."

Harry blinked at Sirius's boastful performance. He glanced at Douglas. If he remembered correctly, his cousin had done something similar. Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain at the time, had boasted about it quite a bit.

After opening the door, what caught Harry's eye was a decoration that was out of place in the Black family's ancestral home. The golden and red flag of Gryffindor decorated the room so well that Harry thought he was back in the Gryffindor dormitory at Hogwarts.

Sirius first used magic to light the lights in the room, which was already filled with thick dust. He raised his wand, then put it down awkwardly. He said to Dobby, "Could you clean up the room? I'm not very good at this kind of magic."

Dobby bowed happily and said, "With great pleasure, Mr. Black."

Then he heard Kreacher standing aside, muttering curses, but no one paid any attention to him at this moment.

Dobby's magic quickly cleared most of the dust in the room. He said with some shame, "Sorry, this is all I can do. If you want a more thorough cleanup, you'll need to wipe these things yourself."

Sirius waved his hand and said, "That's great."

Only then did Harry realize that although they were both house-elves, Sirius treated Dobby and Kreacher in completely different ways.

Sirius then strongly invited everyone in for a tour. Although he said he was inviting everyone, he put his arm around Harry's shoulders and walked into the room. He introduced Harry to every item in the room and recounted how he had been a rebel and a misfit in the Black family, ultimately leading to his expulsion.

The room was spacious and looked quite beautiful overall, with a large carved bed, velvet curtains, chandeliers, and candles left there from who knows how many years ago, now lit again by Sirius...

Harry looked around and saw many pictures of Muggle motorcycles on the wall. He suddenly remembered that Hagrid once told him that he had a flying motorcycle that Black had lent him.

When Harry noticed several posters of Muggle girls in bikinis on the wall, Sirius smiled awkwardly, then stood in front of Harry to block his view.

Harry smiled awkwardly, his eyes fixed on the only wizard photo beside him. He had seen this photo before; Hagrid had helped him collect it, but Lupin had quietly taken it away.

His father, with his unruly black hair sticking up at the back of his head and wearing glasses; Sirius, who was young, handsome, free and uninhibited, and a little arrogant; Lupin, who was a little sloppy, but with an expression of surprise and joy on his face; and Peter, the shortest and fattest of the group, with moist eyes, but very excited.

Sirius also looked at the photo, wondering what he was thinking...

Douglas looked at Kreacher outside the door and said, "Can you take me to Sirius's brother's room? I remember his name is Regulus Black, right?"

Kreacher's eyes suddenly widened, and he took a step back. Disbelief and a hint of pain crossed his face. But he muttered, "Oh my God! This Mudblood actually spoke to Kreacher? He even mentioned Master Regulus as if he were truly his friend."

Douglas quickly grabbed Dobby's raised arm.

But Dobby said angrily: "You are not allowed to talk about my boss like that."

Douglas looked at Kreacher who had been secretly observing him. No wonder Sirius didn't like this guy. His mouth was so smelly.

He said in a cold voice, "I don't want to hear that word again, understand?"

Kreacher shuddered for no apparent reason.

At the same time, Douglas put on a smiling face and said, "As far as I know, Regulus was once a Death Eater, right? Given the status of the Black family, he must have a certain position among Voldemort's subordinates, right? Voldemort rewarding him with something, this kind of thing should happen, right?"

Douglas knew those things must be hidden in this room. He even knew their exact origin. In order to avoid making up more lies and give Dumbledore a reasonable explanation later, he had no choice but to lure Kreacher bit by bit.

After hearing Douglas's words, Kreacher began to tremble all over, tears streaming down his face. He then shook his head frantically, but refused to say anything.

Lupin frowned slightly as he watched the two of them. He had a feeling Douglas's motives were more complex this time. Had his brother been rewarded by Voldemort before? What could possibly have piqued Douglas's interest?

Chapter 267 Regulus Black

Douglas glanced at Harry in the room, then said to Kreacher, "Let me introduce you to my nephew, Harry Potter, Sirius' godson. Do you need me to continue introducing him?"

Kreacher said in a trembling voice: "Is this true? Is he really Harry Potter? Kreacher didn't see the scar just now. Is he really the boy who stopped the Dark Lord? Kreacher doesn't know how he did it."

Kreacher's reaction was strange. Lupin was sure he heard surprise, even a hint of delight, in Kreacher's tone.

Dobby could also hear the excitement in Kreacher's voice. He was suddenly moved, thinking that Kreacher was just like him. He said excitedly:

"Yes, yes, all the house-elves knew. What did Harry Potter mean to us lowly, enslaved people in the wizarding world? Dobby had not forgotten the Hell-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the most powerful of all. People treated us house-elves like vermin. Dobby was very glad to have met his boss.

For those among us who thought the dark days would never end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope.

Of course, there's also Dobby's boss. Dobby will definitely let more people know about his boss's greatness. Kreacher, you must believe that the future is hopeful. Dobby will stand with you...

Even if the Dark Lord comes back again, he will be defeated by the boss, and of course Harry Potter..."

Douglas coughed twice in embarrassment when he heard Dobby's blatant flattery.

Lupin was trying hard to suppress his laughter. Even Harry, who was touring the room, suddenly wanted to hide in the nearby cupboard when he heard Dobby's voice. Sirius patted Harry's shoulder with great joy, but at the same time, he cast a disdainful look at Douglas. He knew that Dobby had taken the Muggle Butler Course. He had glanced at Dobby's notes, which even taught how to flatter the boss without being noticed.

Kreacher's face was filled with disdain, disgust, and even revulsion. He quickly dodged Dobby's outstretched hand. To him, Dobby's actions were a blatant declaration of reaction; a house-elf wearing clothes was a blatant betrayal of the elves.