Chapter 273 Entering the Door and Destroying the Painting
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Apparating to Grimmauld Place, John smoothed the hair that had flowed down his cheeks.
"Is it time to get a haircut?"
The black hair grew to the corners of the eyes, and John felt a little in the way.
Perhaps a change of hairstyle would be more comfortable.
Looking around, Grimmauld Place is a street located in inner London.
Most of the nearby buildings are old residential buildings with mottled walls, which seem to have strong traces of time.
John walked over one by one, stopping when he passed number 11.
"The Fidelity Curse is indeed an excellent spell."
The traces are hidden, and it is very difficult to find the Order of the Phoenix without the confidentiality person telling the location.
While thinking this way, John saw an owl appear out of nowhere.
The owl waved twice in the sky, and then flew towards John.
"Hermione?"
Stretching out his hand to dock the owl, John was taken aback. The letter was sent by Hermione.
He looked up to where the owl came out just now.
I wanted to ignore it, but a sense of disobedience appeared in my heart, like someone eating from the toilet, full of strange feelings.
Walking further, he saw the house number 13.
"Wrong? No." John walked back and forth several times, reading the letter in his hand.
It mentioned that someone was bitten by Tom, and now he has a kind of mad dog disease, and I hope John can help solve it.
And also note, that's not a bad guy.
"It's the wizard who was bitten that day." Knowing the whole story in his heart, John showed a meaningful smile on his face.
"The letter came at a perfect time."
He raised his hand and pressed on the envelope, because it was mailed from the house not long ago, so there were some connections.
The magic of idealism is so magical, John closed his eyes, grabbed the owl piggy who wanted to fly away with one hand, and took a drop of blood from the piggy's paw.
A black silk thread spread out from the tip of the right finger, and wrapped around the little pig, making it make a frightened fluttering sound.
An owl has a special ability that allows it to find the person it is looking for.
With the help of this ability and the connection in the letter, John kept deducing in his mind, and he repeated an address.
12 Grimmauld Place.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and a black arc of light flashed through them.
Standing between No. 11 and No. 13, a house seems to be squeezed out suddenly.
Dark doors and serpentine knockers appeared.
Let go of the struggling little pig, and the little pig flies to the suddenly appearing house in a panic.
John's body exuded a black air like smoke.
The letter burst into flames, and he went to the door and rang the bell before the letter was burnt out.
Zilala sounded like an electric bell, and John looked at the house.
"If it wasn't for Papa and Owl, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find this place even if I turned London upside down."
After waiting for a while, the envelope was almost burned out.
There was a knocking sound from behind the door, and a young red-haired witch poked her head out and complained, "Please don't use the doorbell, you know what will happen."
The words came to an abrupt end, Tonks was taken aback, and asked, "Who are you?"
"I think you should let me in first."
Smiling and stepping in, Tonks stepped aside subconsciously.
Just before the envelope burned out, John walked in the door.
Originally, he thought that no one opened the door and opened it directly.
"Tonks, what idiot is using the doorbell!"
In the middle of a meeting, the doorbell wakes up the mother's portrait.
No sooner had he finished solving the portrait of his own mother going mad than Sirius asked angrily.
When he saw John, his angry expression froze for a moment.
"John Wick?" he asked suspiciously.
The sound is a bit loud, making the voices in the meeting room quiet.
...
The little pig flew back and stood on Ron's shoulder, complaining about something.
"Little Pig, why did you come back so quickly?" Ron was surprised at the speed of Piggy's return.
Hermione asked uncertainly, "Did you send my letter to John?"
As soon as John was mentioned, the little pig stretched out his feet and accused John of his evil deeds.
Just then, the voice of Sirius came.
Harry hesitated, "Did I hear wrong?"
Ron also had the same expression, a little confused.
Hermione screamed and said in surprise, "It's John."
"But, but there is the Fidelity Charm here, so it's impossible for him to come." Harry muttered to himself.
Hermione had already run out.
Harry and Ron had no choice but to follow out. The piglet saw that his master didn't care about his injury, and flew around the room to vent his anger.
Past the wall of stairs covered with house-elf heads, they saw the boy standing on the porch.
John Wick.
Only then did Sirius realize something, his complexion changed, and he asked, "Someone told you the address?"
The secret keeper here is Dumbledore. Could it be that Dumbledore told John?
"Sirius, we haven't seen each other in a while."
John smiled, "Do you remember chasing a Muggle?"
"Huh?" Sirius frowned, thinking of the Muggle who hadn't caught up, he asked in surprise, "How do you know?"
John's smile disappeared, and he said coldly: "My father has received a lot of care from you."
After saying this, Sirius' complexion changed drastically.
John raised his left hand abruptly, and Sirius was hit in the chest by an impact, and he flew backwards.
The pattern on the upper of the shoe glowed with light, and John held the right hand in the void, and the sword of Silver Wick appeared.
His speed was so fast that even the nearest Tonks didn't realize it until later.
"stop!"
There was a loud shout, even if John didn't look up, he knew that there were at least three wands facing him.
At this time, the sharp blade had cut Sirius' cheek and pierced into the wall.
Looking up, a hint of mockery flashed in John's eyes.
"Professor, I didn't expect you to be here."
The people in the conference room came out, Moody, Lupine, Snape, Mr. Weasley, and the dark-skinned wizard in purple.
Snape didn't hold his wand, he asked in a deep voice, "John, why are you here?"
"Unfortunately," John stepped on Sirius' left rib, shrugged, and said relaxedly, "My father was attacked by two wizards here a while ago, and I'm still wondering which daring guy it was."
"That escaped Muggle is your father?" Snape was taken aback.
Coincidentally, they happened to be seen by a Muggle that day.
Tonks, who came out to clean up the blood, did not know Watson Wick.
Sirius should have known him, but he had been so busy watching his godson in the third year that he hadn't noticed Watson Wake.
This is very embarrassing.
Snape also didn't know what to do.
John's father was almost obliviond.
His angry behavior seemed understandable.
Lupine said, "Sorry, we didn't know that was your father."
"My father was so scared that he didn't dare to go out for several days. He even felt that he was cursed and was about to die."
Talking nonsense casually, the sword of Silver Wick flickered with coldness.
John glanced at several people with dangerous eyes, and said lightly: "This is not something that can be solved by being sorry."
Sirius said indignantly, "I was the one who was injured, but your father shot me."
"Oh?" John sneered, "I'm really sorry."
"Well, John Wick, we are all companions." Moody said gruffly, "You can come here, it shows that Dumbledore trusts you, he asked you to treat Podmore's mad dog disease ?”
John looked strange, "That may not be what you think."
He didn't have an invitation from Dumbledore, but found clues to come in by himself.
Hermione's letter had been a huge help, an invitation in disguise.
"John, Sirius!" Hermione went downstairs and saw John stomping Sirius underfoot.
Harry was about to rush over, but was stopped by Ron desperately.
"Calm down, see what he is holding in his hand, your brain is definitely not as hard as that thing."
Ron was sweating profusely, that is a ruthless character who split the black lake with a sword, brother, don't be stupid.
"I'm fine, Harry," Sirius yelled, which woke the draped portrait of his mother.
"Dirty son of a bitch, brings anyone in, filthy, lowly Mudblood."
During this period of time, everyone has experienced the viciousness of this painting.
John frowned, looked at the painting and raised his hand to perform the magic of capturing objects.
"It's useless, that thing uses a permanent adhesive spell." Sirius said.
John glanced over there, and before Sirius could react, he drew his wand and cast the Shattering Charm.
The white light hit the chattering portrait, and even the wall was smashed into a big hole.
Everyone was stunned, they didn't expect John to do this.
Glancing at the incredible Sirius, John greeted Hermione nonchalantly, "Hermione, long time no see."
"Long time no see, John." Hermione was talking, but there was a feeling of sleepwalking.
It was Kreacher, the old house-elf, who finally screamed.
...
"Is it time to get a haircut?"
The black hair grew to the corners of the eyes, and John felt a little in the way.
Perhaps a change of hairstyle would be more comfortable.
Looking around, Grimmauld Place is a street located in inner London.
Most of the nearby buildings are old residential buildings with mottled walls, which seem to have strong traces of time.
John walked over one by one, stopping when he passed number 11.
"The Fidelity Curse is indeed an excellent spell."
The traces are hidden, and it is very difficult to find the Order of the Phoenix without the confidentiality person telling the location.
While thinking this way, John saw an owl appear out of nowhere.
The owl waved twice in the sky, and then flew towards John.
"Hermione?"
Stretching out his hand to dock the owl, John was taken aback. The letter was sent by Hermione.
He looked up to where the owl came out just now.
I wanted to ignore it, but a sense of disobedience appeared in my heart, like someone eating from the toilet, full of strange feelings.
Walking further, he saw the house number 13.
"Wrong? No." John walked back and forth several times, reading the letter in his hand.
It mentioned that someone was bitten by Tom, and now he has a kind of mad dog disease, and I hope John can help solve it.
And also note, that's not a bad guy.
"It's the wizard who was bitten that day." Knowing the whole story in his heart, John showed a meaningful smile on his face.
"The letter came at a perfect time."
He raised his hand and pressed on the envelope, because it was mailed from the house not long ago, so there were some connections.
The magic of idealism is so magical, John closed his eyes, grabbed the owl piggy who wanted to fly away with one hand, and took a drop of blood from the piggy's paw.
A black silk thread spread out from the tip of the right finger, and wrapped around the little pig, making it make a frightened fluttering sound.
An owl has a special ability that allows it to find the person it is looking for.
With the help of this ability and the connection in the letter, John kept deducing in his mind, and he repeated an address.
12 Grimmauld Place.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and a black arc of light flashed through them.
Standing between No. 11 and No. 13, a house seems to be squeezed out suddenly.
Dark doors and serpentine knockers appeared.
Let go of the struggling little pig, and the little pig flies to the suddenly appearing house in a panic.
John's body exuded a black air like smoke.
The letter burst into flames, and he went to the door and rang the bell before the letter was burnt out.
Zilala sounded like an electric bell, and John looked at the house.
"If it wasn't for Papa and Owl, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find this place even if I turned London upside down."
After waiting for a while, the envelope was almost burned out.
There was a knocking sound from behind the door, and a young red-haired witch poked her head out and complained, "Please don't use the doorbell, you know what will happen."
The words came to an abrupt end, Tonks was taken aback, and asked, "Who are you?"
"I think you should let me in first."
Smiling and stepping in, Tonks stepped aside subconsciously.
Just before the envelope burned out, John walked in the door.
Originally, he thought that no one opened the door and opened it directly.
"Tonks, what idiot is using the doorbell!"
In the middle of a meeting, the doorbell wakes up the mother's portrait.
No sooner had he finished solving the portrait of his own mother going mad than Sirius asked angrily.
When he saw John, his angry expression froze for a moment.
"John Wick?" he asked suspiciously.
The sound is a bit loud, making the voices in the meeting room quiet.
...
The little pig flew back and stood on Ron's shoulder, complaining about something.
"Little Pig, why did you come back so quickly?" Ron was surprised at the speed of Piggy's return.
Hermione asked uncertainly, "Did you send my letter to John?"
As soon as John was mentioned, the little pig stretched out his feet and accused John of his evil deeds.
Just then, the voice of Sirius came.
Harry hesitated, "Did I hear wrong?"
Ron also had the same expression, a little confused.
Hermione screamed and said in surprise, "It's John."
"But, but there is the Fidelity Charm here, so it's impossible for him to come." Harry muttered to himself.
Hermione had already run out.
Harry and Ron had no choice but to follow out. The piglet saw that his master didn't care about his injury, and flew around the room to vent his anger.
Past the wall of stairs covered with house-elf heads, they saw the boy standing on the porch.
John Wick.
Only then did Sirius realize something, his complexion changed, and he asked, "Someone told you the address?"
The secret keeper here is Dumbledore. Could it be that Dumbledore told John?
"Sirius, we haven't seen each other in a while."
John smiled, "Do you remember chasing a Muggle?"
"Huh?" Sirius frowned, thinking of the Muggle who hadn't caught up, he asked in surprise, "How do you know?"
John's smile disappeared, and he said coldly: "My father has received a lot of care from you."
After saying this, Sirius' complexion changed drastically.
John raised his left hand abruptly, and Sirius was hit in the chest by an impact, and he flew backwards.
The pattern on the upper of the shoe glowed with light, and John held the right hand in the void, and the sword of Silver Wick appeared.
His speed was so fast that even the nearest Tonks didn't realize it until later.
"stop!"
There was a loud shout, even if John didn't look up, he knew that there were at least three wands facing him.
At this time, the sharp blade had cut Sirius' cheek and pierced into the wall.
Looking up, a hint of mockery flashed in John's eyes.
"Professor, I didn't expect you to be here."
The people in the conference room came out, Moody, Lupine, Snape, Mr. Weasley, and the dark-skinned wizard in purple.
Snape didn't hold his wand, he asked in a deep voice, "John, why are you here?"
"Unfortunately," John stepped on Sirius' left rib, shrugged, and said relaxedly, "My father was attacked by two wizards here a while ago, and I'm still wondering which daring guy it was."
"That escaped Muggle is your father?" Snape was taken aback.
Coincidentally, they happened to be seen by a Muggle that day.
Tonks, who came out to clean up the blood, did not know Watson Wick.
Sirius should have known him, but he had been so busy watching his godson in the third year that he hadn't noticed Watson Wake.
This is very embarrassing.
Snape also didn't know what to do.
John's father was almost obliviond.
His angry behavior seemed understandable.
Lupine said, "Sorry, we didn't know that was your father."
"My father was so scared that he didn't dare to go out for several days. He even felt that he was cursed and was about to die."
Talking nonsense casually, the sword of Silver Wick flickered with coldness.
John glanced at several people with dangerous eyes, and said lightly: "This is not something that can be solved by being sorry."
Sirius said indignantly, "I was the one who was injured, but your father shot me."
"Oh?" John sneered, "I'm really sorry."
"Well, John Wick, we are all companions." Moody said gruffly, "You can come here, it shows that Dumbledore trusts you, he asked you to treat Podmore's mad dog disease ?”
John looked strange, "That may not be what you think."
He didn't have an invitation from Dumbledore, but found clues to come in by himself.
Hermione's letter had been a huge help, an invitation in disguise.
"John, Sirius!" Hermione went downstairs and saw John stomping Sirius underfoot.
Harry was about to rush over, but was stopped by Ron desperately.
"Calm down, see what he is holding in his hand, your brain is definitely not as hard as that thing."
Ron was sweating profusely, that is a ruthless character who split the black lake with a sword, brother, don't be stupid.
"I'm fine, Harry," Sirius yelled, which woke the draped portrait of his mother.
"Dirty son of a bitch, brings anyone in, filthy, lowly Mudblood."
During this period of time, everyone has experienced the viciousness of this painting.
John frowned, looked at the painting and raised his hand to perform the magic of capturing objects.
"It's useless, that thing uses a permanent adhesive spell." Sirius said.
John glanced over there, and before Sirius could react, he drew his wand and cast the Shattering Charm.
The white light hit the chattering portrait, and even the wall was smashed into a big hole.
Everyone was stunned, they didn't expect John to do this.
Glancing at the incredible Sirius, John greeted Hermione nonchalantly, "Hermione, long time no see."
"Long time no see, John." Hermione was talking, but there was a feeling of sleepwalking.
It was Kreacher, the old house-elf, who finally screamed.
...
