Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 438 Back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place
Sirius looked at the vanished paper airplane in surprise and asked, "What is this?"

“The Paper Airplane Spell, a very useful little magic,” Siren explained.

This is a type of magic used to deliver messages. After casting the spell, you can fly to a designated location, and inside is a letter.

However, this method is only suitable for transmitting messages over short distances, and the weather must be good; it cannot rain or be windy.

Most of the time, the staff of the Ministry of Magic used this spell to pass messages among themselves; it was quieter than an owl's spell and didn't make a mess of feathers.

This spell isn't difficult; Malfoy used it to provoke Harry during class in their third year. Although he folded paper cranes instead of paper airplanes, the principle was the same.

After the paper airplane disappeared, Sirius followed Sirius out of the Leaky Cauldron and into the backyard.

"You should have mastered minion reveal by now, right?" Sirius asked.

“That was the first spell I ever mastered,” Celen said. Having parents who love to travel the world, learning to manifest was essential.

In other words, the Ministry of Magic has a strict rule that wizards can only learn Apparition in their sixth year; otherwise, Celen felt that he might not only be able to Apparate Followers.

Grabbing Sirius's shoulders tightly, when Sirius opened his eyes again, the two had already left the Leaky Cauldron and appeared in an old phone booth.

Through the blurry glass, you can see Grimmauld Place across the street, where Black's old house is located.

As the two walked over, houses number 11 and 13 began to extend eerily to both sides. An even older, gloomy-looking house suddenly appeared out of nowhere from the middle.

This isn't the first time Siron has visited 12 Grimmauld Place, but he's still amazed by this magical entrance... Do the people living on either side really not notice that the view outside their windows has changed?
Sirius opened the door, and the interior was just as dark and cramped as before. Thick dust covered the walls and floors, along with tattered cobwebs. It was clear that Sirius hadn't cleaned the place at all since moving in.

"Oh, Mr. Ollivander, welcome back again." From a distance, a small, thin figure ran over and bowed to Xilun. Because it moved so fast, its long, pointed nose hit the ground with a thud.

But Kreacher acted as if nothing had happened, still smiling at Sirius and glancing at him occasionally.

"Ah, the spendthrift young master is back too."

"What kind of attitude is that!" Sirius Black instantly snapped.

He knew Kreacher didn't like him, but it didn't matter. He didn't need a house-elf to like him; that would only make him uncomfortable.

But the difference between before and after is a bit too much, as if Xilun is the owner of this house... although that's not a good thing either.

"Enough, Kreacher, get out of here. Sirius is my guest, you'd better be polite," Sirius said irritably.

"Oh, right, go make some breakfast."

"Ah, Sirius is still a lazy spendthrift," Kreacher muttered. "He drove the mistress crazy, how could he let Kreacher make him breakfast?"

"I won't eat what you make." Sirius glared at him. "It's for entertaining guests. Make it with care and don't add any random stuff. That's an order."

However, his last sentence seemed a bit superfluous.

Upon realizing that he was making breakfast for Celion, Kreacher instantly perked up, rolled up his sleeves, and ran to the kitchen.

“Don’t mind it.” Sirius turned to look at Sirius. “Kreacher is a house-elf left by my mother, so it’s inevitable that I’ll be influenced by her.”

“No, I think it’s quite polite,” Celen said. Kreacher was more enthusiastic than the house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchens when he met him, so what did he have to mind?

"That could be a disguise. That cunning guy has been trying to kick me out. He didn't say anything nice when Remus came last time," Sirius said angrily.

It was clear that Kreacher's offense to Lupin had displeased him greatly.

"Hopefully it'll behave itself this time," Sirius sighed.

He knew that Kreacher's attitude towards Siren was completely different from his attitude towards others, but he still insisted in his heart that the story of keeping elves in his hometown was just an act.

Although he didn't know Kreacher, he knew his mother well; the house-elf's personality was almost a carbon copy of hers.

Therefore, Sirius simply couldn't believe that Kreacher would be so enthusiastic towards Sirius, whom he had only met once.

“But don’t worry,” he said. “The house-elf wouldn’t dare disobey its master’s orders, so you can eat the breakfast it makes later without worry.”

“Yes, I will,” Xiren said.

While waiting, Sirius took Sirius to walk around the house.

Xilun was mainly curious; last time he came, he only stayed at the entrance and in the living room for a while and hadn't seen most of the place.

This is a good opportunity to take a proper tour of the future headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

……

It has to be said, Black is really rich. This house has three floors, not counting the basement, with more than a dozen rooms on each floor. It's almost bigger than the common room in Gryffindor.

In addition, there is a separate library and exhibition hall.

The library, needless to say, is filled with all sorts of books. While it's far inferior to Hogwarts', it's still quite impressive. However, most of the books are related to dark magic, so one needs to be extra careful when reading them.

Xilun just wandered around for a bit and then lost interest.

There was also a display room, which, according to Sirius, was once filled with all sorts of precious magical items or rare materials, and the walls were decorated with specimens of magical creatures to showcase the Black family's honor and bravery.

As he said this, Sirius's tone still carried a clear hint of disdain.

However, the place is now empty. Everything inside, including the specimens, was given away by Sirius's mother, mostly to her daughter, Narcissa Malfoy, who is now Malfoy's mother.

“There’s something I need to apologize to you for.” Sirius walked up to an empty shelf. “The horn of the horned beast that I promised you before, it used to be here. I saw it many times when I was a child.”

"I only found out after I got back that my mother had given that thing away to someone else."

“Oh, you mean this? It’s alright.” Siren waved his hand dismissively. “You were still in Azkaban back then, so it’s normal that you didn’t know.”

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(End of this chapter)