Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

The others followed suit, saw the building, walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.

"So the doorbell of the oldest pure-blood family is... an electric bell?" Neville complained after sticking his head out from behind.

"It seems so, and the ancestral home of the oldest pure-blood family is in the Muggle community, which is quite humorous in itself." Kaisen added.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and a sinister old elf with bones that looked like steel wires sticking out from under his skin appeared in front of them. His name was Kreacher.

"It was those filthy Muggles who built a city with the great Black House as its center! It wasn't the Black House that was built in the Muggle city!"

"Hi! You're here, come in quickly, this old guy didn't say anything to you, did he?" Sirius walked down from upstairs, opened his arms in a Y shape and greeted them.

"No." Kaisen shook his head and carefully walked around the old elf.

It wasn't Hermione's turn until most people had passed Kreacher. Hermione smiled politely at Kreacher, and then he stopped her with his hand.

"The great House of Black cannot tolerate the entry of a Mudblood."

Before Kaisen and the others could react, Sirius walked over angrily and kicked Kreacher hard: "This is my guest, watch your mouth!"

"Obviously, if the old master were here, this filthy ugh!" Kreacher obviously wanted to say something else, but Sirius sealed his mouth with magic.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. This guy really spoiled the fun. Don't take it to heart." He said apologetically to Hermione.

"It's okay, they are all poor people." Hermione obviously didn't take this little episode to heart.

Sirius led a few people to the living room and sat down. "Well, this big house doesn't give me very good memories, so I asked you to come here and let you take a look at this house. If there is anything you like, feel free to move out. Then I will remove the protective spell here, sell it, and then buy a house on Privet Drive... Um, Harry, you don't mind, right?"

Harry shook his head quickly: "Of course not, then can I live with you?"

Sirius nodded with a smile on his face. "Of course, but you can't be too far away from your uncle and aunt. The protective magic that Lily, your mother, cast on you relies on blood ties. You can't be too far away from your blood relatives."

"Oh, they just want me to stay away," Harry muttered.

"You can't say that. You can't be irresponsible for your own safety just because they hate you." Kaisen explained while looking at Kreacher who seemed to be covered with lice not far away in confusion.

"That's right... Professor, what are you looking at?"

Several people looked in the direction of Kaisen's gaze, and saw Kreacher put the tea tray neatly on the ground, then he used his hands to dig at his mouth hard, and his whole body kept twisting as if he had lice.

"Does he want to talk? Sirius, let him go and see what he has to say?" Hermione said softly.

"Alright." Sirius nodded and looked at Kreacher again: "But if you dare to speak rudely to my friends again, I will chop you off... vertically."

Soon Kreacher regained the right to speak. He roared loudly, "Prodigal son! How dare you desecrate the great Black Mansion and try to sell it to Muggles? You have betrayed the ancestors of the Black family! They are all ashamed of you!"

Sirius leaned back on the sofa nonchalantly: "What's the big deal? It's like this house is so nice. There's no light and no ventilation."

"This is the Black family's historical heritage!"

Kaisen sat on the sofa and smacked his lips. Although it was not nice for an outsider to say this, he still felt strange seeing Kreacher, a slave, feeling sorry for his master's wealth and glory.

But fortunately, Kreacher is a house-elf, and there probably aren't such humans in real life.

Even though he can hardly get enough to eat, he still feels sorry for those superior people, not knowing that those people don't need it at all.

As for Kreacher and even the entire house-elves, he could only comment... they were born to be slaves, they couldn't stand up after kneeling down, they were pure cattle and horses.

While Kaisen was brainstorming, Sirius and Kreacher's quarrel was coming to an end, and they needed an outsider to help them put an end to this abstract quarrel...

so...

"Kaysen, please judge for yourself!"

"I knew it..."

I don't know what to draw, the whole expression pack is cute, and can you all give me some gifts...

Chapter 212 Spending a Lot of Money

Kaisen touched his chin: "What does it have to do with me?"

Hermione pushed him subtly, and he finally responded: "Oh, here it comes."

He casually patted the sofa he was sitting on. "It's a Muggle brand. They even made mattresses for the Queen."

He stood up again and casually touched the wallpaper on the wall. William Morris had founded it in 1861, which was less than a hundred and fifty years ago, but it was older than Dumbledore, which was worthy of praise.

"And let me think about Grimmauld Place. I learned about it when I was in school... Construction began here in 1815. And unlike what Kreacher said, it's not the center point. The center point of Grimmauld Place is Grimmauld Chapel. And number was also originally built by Muggles, but now it seems that it was taken away by the Black family."

"How do you know?" Hermione asked quietly.

"I saw the blueprint of the square in the library when I was in school," Kaisen responded.

"So if it is true as you said, Mr. Kreacher, that this building embodies the history and glory of the Black family, then their history and glory is at best only..." Kaisen patted Hermione beside him implicitly halfway through his words.

The latter rolled his eyes and muttered softly.

After hearing Hermione's answer, Kaisen said in one breath, "Only one hundred and seventy-eight years. I'm counting from the day construction of Grimmauld Place began, not the day it was completed, nor from the day it passed into the hands of a Black ancestor... Otherwise, we might have to subtract another thirty or forty years."

"That's it. A house that's only a hundred years old isn't as old as the Malfoys' castle... Why are you still sitting here? Take whatever you like, otherwise it will just be a bargain for the next tenant." Sirius said casually.

"Master Sirius, don't you care about the honor of the Black family?" Kreacher asked sadly.

"A bunch of lunatics and dark wizards, where does the glory come from?" Sirius curled his lips, and after a while he turned around and glanced at Kreacher.

"As a master, I don't care. I don't need a house-elf like you to pity me or the Black family."

As he spoke, he walked towards a wall not far away where there was a family tree drawn on it.

He squatted down and pinched a raised part of the wallpaper, then tore the entire thing off: "Throw this garbage out later, don't scare the next tenant."

"That's your family tree, right? So..." Lupin reminded hesitantly.

"What's the big deal? The ones I liked were all scorched by them, and I'm being generous by not holding a grudge against the rest." Sirius said casually, "And what are you all still standing there for? Just do what you like, learn from Kaisen... He's already started stuffing the sofa into his ring."

It was only then that everyone noticed that a considerable number of leather sofas were missing from this huge living room.

"Why are you looking at me? Do you think this brand of sofa is cheap? Sirius is spending so much money, why don't you move out quickly?" Kaisen said quickly after a moment of silence.

Harry and his friends felt a little embarrassed. After all, they were still children and did not have the thick skin of adults. However, under Kaisen's leadership, they also started an adventure trip which was called searching but was actually just strolling.

"Hey! Kaisen, wait for me." Sirius watched Kaisen take the coffee table away and quickly followed him: "Thank you so much for what I did just now."

"I hope you don't blame me for offending the Black family." Kaisen responded.

"What's the big deal? What I just said was what's in my heart. What honor can a family made up of a bunch of lunatics and dark wizards have?" Sirius said in a consistent manner.

"Um, are you planning to buy a house on Privet Drive? Do you have any favorite decoration style?" Kaisen asked.

"Well...just ordinary English countryside. I like that kind very much." Sirius replied.

"You, a young master, like the pastoral style?" Kaisen was a little curious.

"Because James's house had a pastoral style at the time, Sirius fell in love with the decoration the first time he visited James' house." Lupin added quietly.

"Anyway, I think that style gives people a very comfortable feeling. After all, whether it is here or Hogwarts, it gives people a cold feeling, but James's family gave people a very warm feeling back then." Sirius said a little embarrassedly.

"Hmmm, like Hufflepuff?"

"Brighter than Hufflepuff."

"I know, I was just talking about that temperament."

"Yep."

"Have you found a decoration company?" Kaisen asked again.

"....................." Sirius's brain froze for a second: "How about you come?"

"Give me the floor plan."

“…I haven’t had time to buy it yet.”

"Notify me when you buy it."

"no problem."

The few of them continued to rob wherever they went, of course the robbed here refers to Kaisen and Lupin, until the two of them came to a slightly gloomy wall.

"Wow, what are you going to do with all this?" Kaysen asked when he saw a bunch of house-elf heads hanging on the wall.

"Let's burn it down later," Sirius said concisely.

"..............Eh? Sirius, the floor in your house is nice." Lupin squatted down at some point and said, looking at the smooth and delicate floor under his feet.

"............Could you please stop being so ridiculous? How am I supposed to sell the house if you dug up my floor?"

"Speaking of selling the house...has your house been registered with the Land Bureau?" Kaisen suddenly asked.

“..................What Land Bureau?”

"Who are you going to sell this house to?" Kaysen changed the question.

"Selling it to Muggles, what's wrong?"

"Oh...it's okay, let's continue strolling." Lupin said quickly, while standing behind Sirius and winking at Kaisen.

"Oh...let's go."

Chapter 213 Locket

boom!

Avada!

Wardfa! !

Madhafa!!!

Ah Xi!!!!

Alpaca!!!!!!

The three people who heard this strange sound had a somewhat stiff expression...

"Is nothing going to happen to them?" Lupin asked softly.

"........I think something happened!" Kaisen covered the two of them with his stance and teleported over.

When they got there, they found that the four little ones were already standing on either side of a corridor with Kreacher at loggerheads.

"What are you doing? Kreacher, are you being rude to my guests?" Sirius yelled directly at Kreacher.