A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 734 What kind of human suffering is this?!

Mrs. Weasley's cooking skills are impeccable. After eating at Hogwarts' dining hall all the time, it's nice to switch things up with some home-style dishes occasionally, which is good for the stomach.

Just look at Tonks, she looks like a starving ghost, her belly is bulging and she's still eating like crazy... Are you trying to fatten up for winter?

It's widely rumored that badgers are all gluttons, and it seems there's some truth to it.

After dinner, everyone chatted in the living room, discussing the upcoming Wizards' Conference in Austria.

The British have one characteristic:

They are very enthusiastic about criticizing, especially politics and the powerful.

To gain some insight, one only needs to look at two of the three great political treasures of mankind: "Yes, Minister" and "Yes, Prime Minister," which are based on half of British dramas.

If you randomly pick an old man off the street, he can talk to you about the Queen's secrets, the Crown Prince's treason, royal scandals... as if there's no secret he doesn't know.

The wizards of the Order of the Phoenix were also gossiping about the representatives from various countries.

This includes the love story of Ms. Piketty, the American representative, and Mr. Newt... a story that cannot be ignored.

Rita really did something terrible!

After discussing some juicy gossip, they started predicting what might happen in Vienna this time.

William and Hermione's reputation as "city destroyers" has begun to spread back to England.

Even the black market is offering betting odds on the extent of the damage to Vienna.

The highest level of destruction would certainly be 'nuclear annihilation'.

Vienna's odds of remaining unscathed even reached 4.5 to 1 at one point.

Looking at these incredibly attractive odds, it seems no one believes that the place will be safe after William and Hermione go there.

Logically speaking, the Austrian Ministry of Magic should have placed a large bet on the black market, betting that Vienna would be destroyed.

If the capital is destroyed, they can win a lot of money; even if they lose, it's just a way to buy peace.

After chatting for a while, Hermione gave William a subtle wink, and he got up and followed her toward the restroom.

Under the strange gazes of the crowd, the two left, seemingly to go to the restroom together.

Everyone knows you two are a couple, lovers in the throes of passion, so it's normal for you to do all sorts of outrageous things.

But do we not need to go to the toilet together?

Anne knew they weren't actually going to the restroom; they were just looking for an excuse to leave, so she followed them.

William and Hermione weren't going to the toilet, of course. They made a feint and quietly headed upstairs.

William asked in a low voice, "Did you find it?"

Hermione shook her head. "I didn't find it, but I found evidence to support my hypothesis."

The three of them walked up the dark staircase. On the wall next to them, there was a row of wrinkled heads on a decorative panel, which looked particularly terrifying and sinister.

—They all have the heads of house-elves.

"How could they do this?! Killing the enslaved elves and then hanging them on the wall?" Hermione said angrily.

"It's a Black family custom," William explained. "It's done by the house-elves themselves; they take pride in cutting off their heads and hanging them on the wall."

"Sirius should bury these heads instead of leaving them hanging here," Hermione said, disgruntled.

The three continued upstairs. This old house was indeed uncleaned for ten years, filled with a lot of dust.

It has even become a paradise for magical creatures.

Among them, the most numerous are vixens.

Vixens are harmful creatures with tiny, needle-like teeth and are poisonous.

Its beetle-like, shiny wings make a buzzing sound, like a fly.

Its small, delicate body is covered with thick, dark hair. Touching it will cause the skin to redden and swell.

After dealing with several groups of vixens, the three of them reached the top floor.

There are only two doors here, one in the room directly opposite the stairs, and a sign that reads: Sirius Black.

Hermione pointed to the room across the way and said, "William, look there!"

There was also a small sign on the door, with deep scratches on the paint underneath and neat handwritten letters:

Without my express permission

No Entry

Regulus Arcturus Black

"R.A.B..." William stared at those letters.

Hermione took out the parchment from the locket and compared the handwriting on it.

"Isn't it just like the handwriting on parchment? You'll instinctively hook the 'R' in this picture."

And A, they all like to be connected here.

"This proves we didn't choose the wrong person," Hermione said excitedly.

R. A. B... does not necessarily refer to Regulus, but the handwriting is correct, especially the writing habits when writing letters.

"The locket might be in this old house, but Sirius hasn't been able to find it," Hermione whispered.

After learning that R.A.B. might be Regulus, William had Sirius search the old house, but he found nothing.

"That's either because he didn't look carefully, or Regulus deliberately hid it," William said.

This old house is indeed a good place to hide things.

"What are you looking for?" Annie asked excitedly, looking up.

William and Hermione exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they both suddenly grinned and smiled 'kindly'.

William said softly, "Annie, during the time Hermione and I are away, I'm giving you a very important task."

"What mission?" Annie asked excitedly.

With a task assigned, she no longer needed to come here to clean every day.

Ginny has been cleaning for three days, and she only worked for a short while before feeling aches and pains in her back.

The garbage here is piled up like mountains, and it hasn't been cleaned up in ten years.

Hermione took a pendant out of the safety watch and whispered:

"Annie, look carefully for a pendant that looks similar to this one."

It's much more exquisite than this; you can tell the difference at a glance.

Anne happily accepted it and immediately put it into her safety watch.

She grinned expectantly and asked, "Where should I look? London? Paris? Or Vienna?"

"If it were in America, that would be nice too. I could visit Newt and Nicole."

William patted her head and said pitifully, "It's right here in this old house, right in these garbage dumps and the lair of magical creatures."

That's right, if you clean your house thoroughly, you might find it.

Anne: "..."

Hermione then said seriously, "Once you find it, you must not touch it, and you must not give it to anyone else."

You must inform Professor Dumbledore immediately, understand?

Anne nodded reluctantly.

What kind of human suffering is this!

She was so excited to come after me, only to be asked to do chores?

hateful!

Just then, a pair of large eyes appeared in the darkness.

A house-elf walked over.

Apart from a dirty rag around its waist, it was almost completely naked.

It looked very old, with loose skin that drooped in mid-air.

Although its head is bald like all house-elves, a large clump of white fur grows in its two large, bat-like ears.

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