Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 265 Healing Sirius's Soul!

Sirius Black stepped onto the broken stone steps and frowned at the newly conjured door.

"Why did the old house become like this? Isn't this the place they are most proud of?"

The black paint on the door is peeling off and is covered with scratches on the left and right. The silver door knocker is in the shape of a coiled snake. There is no keyhole on the door, and there is no mailbox like every Muggle household has.

This door can only be opened with magic.

Sirius pulled out his wand and knocked on the door.

There was no response for a long time, just when Sirius thought that the protection spell of the house was broken, or the magic to open the door had been changed.

The house finally responded, and there were a lot of loud sounds of metal hitting the metal, as well as a rattling sound like a chain sliding.

The dark door creaked open.

Sirius crossed the threshold and entered the almost dark foyer.

He smelled a damp, dusty smell, and a sweet smell of rot.

This place feels like an abandoned empty house, a perfect haunted house for Muggles, rather than the mansion of the Black family, the noblest, oldest and most famous pure-blood wizarding family in the wizarding world.

Sirius closed the front door smoothly. This section of the corridor at the entrance was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. Only the faint light could be seen at the end of the corridor.

The room was filled with an ominous feeling, like walking into a house full of invisible ghosts.

To Sirius, he didn't feel the slightest bit in a room that made even wizards feel uncomfortable.

A wizard who has lived in Azkaban for thirteen years, you tell him about haunted houses?

Sirius bumped his wand against the wall, and there was a flash of light. A row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a swaying and unreal light.

The light shone on the peeling wallpaper and worn carpet in the long, gloomy foyer, and a spiderweb-shaped chandelier overhead flickered, as if it was about to burn out at any moment.

Some portraits blackened by age hung crookedly on the wall, and the chandelier and the candlestick on a rickety table next to it were all made in the shape of a large snake.

Seeing those portrait photos with spider webs, Blake couldn't help but smile a little.

He would never forget that these portraits told him about the supremacy of pure-blood wizards when he was a child, and that his mother always carefully cleaned these photos, saying that they represented the glory of the Black family.

He walked past two long curtains covered with insect holes, and was a little confused, because he remembered that there was no door here before. He did not push the door open, and he would be glad for this later.

He walked around a large umbrella stand made from a broken leg of a troll. The large umbrella stand was leaning on the stairs leading to the second floor. He held on to the wooden stair handrail and walked up.

He was in a very complicated mood at this time, including memories, sadness, ridicule, and guilt.

Every corner he looked at, he could remember what had happened, such as this staircase, where he and his brother had fought countless times, making his mother furious.

But now, all I can do is remember.

Things are different and people are different, Sirius couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In the stairwells on the first and second floors, there is a unique ornament on the wall, which is a row of dry house-elf heads.

Sirius knew that these were the heads of the house elves who had served the Black family all their lives. The house elves of the Black family were proud to hang their heads here after death. There was a particularly annoying elf named Kreacher in the family.

What it thinks about all day long is to be like his mother, whose head was cut off after death and hung here to dry.

Blake reached the second floor and walked across the dim landing.

As soon as I stepped onto the second floor, a dazzling sunlight suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, which was countless times brighter than the first floor.

The living room on the second floor was Sirius' favorite place to stay when he was a child. Before he could see how abandoned the second floor was now, Sirius couldn't help but picture what the living room looked like before: the living room was very gorgeous and exquisite, with a large

The windows overlooked the street outside the house, through which Sirius liked to observe the Muggles outside, and there was a large fireplace flanked by two gorgeous glass cabinets, filled with the most valuable items of the Black family to show off to others.

objects, and one wall is covered with a tapestry of the Black family tree.

Even Regulus, whom his mother loved most, was not allowed to touch that genealogy tapestry, otherwise he would be punished.

When Sirius adapted to the suddenly stronger light and saw clearly the situation in the living room, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

The living room was indeed dirty and messy. The curtains of the window were pulled on both sides. Standing far away, Sirius could see that the surface of the curtains was covered with small fox worms. There was also a nest of cattails that had been dead for who knows how long in the corner of the sofa.

There was a thick layer of dust on the carpet.

only……

Sirius said in shock: "Harry, why are you here?"

At the desk that had obviously been cleaned by magic, Harry was sitting sideways, with the sun shining on his body, and his eyebrows seemed to turn golden. Moreover, the one in the family always scolded him behind his back for being a worthless wimp.

The elf Kreacher was bending down, holding the teapot in both hands and carefully pouring Harry a cup of hot tea.

Even though he was shocked by Harry's appearance here, Sirius couldn't help but be jealous of Kreacher's attitude - Kreacher had never been so respectful to him since he was a child. Even if he ordered Kreacher

Che will always obey, but he will definitely curse you with unpleasant words.

Kreacher has now turned into a very old house elf, almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist.

His head was bald, and a lot of white hair grew out of his two big bat-like ears. His eyes were bloodshot and gray, and his fleshy nose was big, like a pig's nose.

It was obvious that Kreacher should have knelt down to greet the sole heir of the Black family when he returned to his old mansion, but he pretended not to see it.

He suddenly shouted in panic, his voice as hoarse and low as a bullfrog: "I should have washed my hands ten times when I poured tea for the most distinguished guest, but I forgot and only washed my hands eight times. Kreacher's brain was broken."

, it’s really useless at all.”

Kreacher clenched his big hand into a fist and hit his head hard, crying and apologizing.

Harry smiled lightly: "It's okay, Kreacher."

"You go down first, I want to have a few words with your master."

"You are so tolerant." Kreacher kowtowed and stepped back gratefully.

When he walked to the confused Sirius, Kreacher still didn't look at Sirius. His voice suddenly rose and he said seriously: "Although this sloppy wizard who Kreacher doesn't even want to remember his name is Kreacher's master.

But Kreacher definitely doesn’t have any expectations or joy, so please know this.”

Sirius:"……"

"Harry, you..." Sirius didn't know what to say.

Harry said: "There are two things..."

Before Sirius could react, Harry had already raised his wand, and surging magic exploded in the room. A light green light flew out from the end of the wand and hit Sirius' head.

Sirius rolled his eyes and fell heavily on the dirty carpet, causing dust to stir.

Harry flicked his wand, and a breeze swept up the dust in the room.

After a moment, Sirius, who seemed to be dead on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up and felt an indescribable sense of relaxation. It seemed that his mind was clearer and his thinking was sharper. Some forgotten memories suddenly appeared.

It seemed like the whole body had been chained before, but now a few of them had been broken, and it was like a tattered and leaking barrel with several holes blocked.

"What kind of magic is this?" Sirius asked curiously.

Harry said: "Anti-Avada Kedavra."

"Avada Kedavra hurts people's souls, so I reversed this magic and invented another magic that can heal people's souls."

"You created a brand new magic?" Sirius exclaimed, "Or modified it through the Unforgivable Curse."

Harry said nonchalantly: "Nothing."

He frowned: "It seems that this magic cannot completely repair your damaged soul. You are the first victim of this magic... um... experiencer, I didn't understand how effective it is in healing the soul.

I'm sorry. But it doesn't matter. I also learned a dozen soul-related repair magics from the Forbidden Book Zone. Let's try them one by one."

"What?" Sirius Black was still wondering whether the first experiencer Harry mentioned was Mouse No. 1. He saw Harry's wand pointing at him again, and a white light emitted, rushing towards his head.

brain.

"Boom."

Sirius fell to the ground again.

After a while, Sirius got up again.

Before he said anything, Harry's eyes lit up and he said, "It seems that these magics have a certain effect. I have noticed that your soul is slightly intact."

Then, another blue magic rushed towards Sirius.

"Boom."

fall down……

Wake up and get up again...

Black light.

"Boom."

fall down……

Wake up and get up again...

Colorful magic burst wildly from the tip of Harry's wand as if it consumed no magic power.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple...

Take turns performing.

"Okay, okay..." Finally, Sirius shouted: "I feel like something is full in my brain and is about to explode."