Chapter 442 Treasure Hunt
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 442 Treasure Hunt
Many ancient wizards love to live in Wiltshire. There was a time when it was very lively and there were different banquets held in various mansions every day. It was also the place where the most wizards lived.
But until 12 years ago, the situation here changed dramatically.
As if overnight, almost most of the wizards were forced to move and become neighbors with dementors, leaving only a large number of people in empty mansions.
It suddenly became quiet here.
But other wizards living here think this is not bad... at least they can expand their mansions even bigger without any scruples.
Lestrange's mansion is located on a hillside to the north.
Several windows around the house were broken, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the original grand door and walls were covered with various unknown vines. From the outside, it looked like Hogsmeade. Screaming Shack pretty much.
But more than ten years ago, this was the most spacious and majestic building within a few kilometers, and the Lestrange family also flourished in the wizarding world.
But after its owner moved to Azkaban, the place became more and more dilapidated until it became what it is today.
None of the wizards living nearby wanted to come here, let alone help clean the house.
At night, there was silence around the hillside, and only sporadic insects could be heard.
Under the moonlight, two figures, one large and one small, walked out of the shadows and stopped in front of the house.
"Sirius, are you sure this is Lestrange's ancestral home?" Kyle asked doubtfully as he looked at the house in front of him, which was no less impressive than the Shrieking Shack.
"If the Lestrange we think of is the same, then yes..." said Sirius.
"This is too shabby." Kyle frowned, "Didn't they ever think of using the Red Heart Loyalty Curse to protect this place?"
"No, there is no need." Sirius said, "Twelve years ago, who would have dared to take their ideas. That woman...Bella, she was the popular one in front of the mysterious man at the beginning, and there were too many wizards who wanted to curry favor with her. , and because of the mysterious man's trust, the Death Eaters almost regarded this place as their headquarters.
It would be very inconvenient if there is a loyalty spell.
"The funny thing is, it should be the same people who turned this place into what it is now after she was imprisoned in Azkaban."
Sirius glanced at Kyle and continued: "Although I don't know why you suddenly want to come here, I am sure that the slightly valuable things in the house have been looted long ago. You are destined to make a trip today. …”
"Well...that's not necessarily the case." Kyle walked forward.
Sirius showed a hint of helplessness, but still followed.
The lock on the door had long become a useless decoration. Kyle just cleaned up the tangled rattan and walked into the house easily.
It looked even worse inside, with almost no complete piece of furniture visible, and the largest object was a table with legs missing.
Just like Sirius said, there is almost nothing of value seen here, even the decorations mounted on the pillars or walls have been stripped down.
"If possible, I really don't want to step foot here." Sirius frowned.
"What are you looking for? If it's gold galleons, just ask, I have that."
"That's yours, I don't want it." Kyle took out a sniffer from his pocket.
"Look, where is the underground storage room here..."
Xiu Xiu looked around and quickly walked in a direction. In the process, it was like a vacuum cleaner, taking in all the broken glass, iron nails, porcelain pieces and other things on the ground. Belly pocket.
Finally, Xiu Xiu stopped in front of a statue in the corner of the room.
There should have been a statue here, but now there is only a base left. Under the base, there is a hole that has been opened.
It seems like this place has been visited before.
<divclass="contentadv">Kyle picked up Xiuxiu casually, scratched its belly, and threw away all the rags it had picked up before with some disgust. The little guy was a little unhappy and squeaked.
Kyle ignored it, raised an oil lamp, and walked into the underground storage room.
Not surprisingly, there was nothing left here, but fortunately the things Kyle needed were not moved.
Hanging on the wall of the small storage room is a painting that is missing its frame and has long since faded.
It can be vaguely seen that the background of the painting is this house, but the people inside are missing.
"This painting should be of old Lestrange, but I can't remember his name." Sirius, who followed, said: "Kyle, don't tell me that this is what you are looking for... this kind of thing The magic portrait is only of some value to the Lestrange family, it would be trash if placed anywhere else."
"Yes, but also no..." Kyle said.
Sirius didn't understand.
But the next second, he saw Kyle throwing away the magic painting, taking a hammer he found out from nowhere, and smashing the wall behind him.
"Boom...boom...boom..."
The wall was unexpectedly fragile and was quickly shattered, revealing the dark gray stones inside, but Kyle's movements did not stop...
The dull knocking sound made Sirius, who was already confused, even more confused. He didn't understand what Kyle was doing. Was he planning to demolish this place?
But just when he was about to ask, the wall cracked again.
Sirius was surprised to find that as Kyle knocked down more and more stones, the originally gray stone gradually became twisted, and then kept shrinking and squeezing.It soon turned into a dark golden, fist-sized box.
"Transfiguration... I thought there was a secret grid..."
Kyle put on his dragon leather gloves, picked up the box and shook it... There was a crisp crashing sound inside.
Apparently, the key he was looking for was hidden in this box.
But the question was how to open it. He took a general look and saw that the entire box seemed to be cast. There were no traces of splicing, not even a hole for the key.
Watch Kyle's movements.Sirius blinked, as if he was dumbfounded, and said hesitantly: "This, this is..."
"It should be a magic item, specially used to store important items." Kyle said, "But it's not easy to open this thing..."
"I know." Sirius scratched his hair, "But how do you know there is something behind this wall... I mean, this is Lestrange's ancestral home!
Could it be that you have been here before?But that's not right. You were less than a year old when that woman Bellatrix was caught by the Auror. "
"No, I was over two years old at the time," Kyle corrected.
"It's not important!" Sirius felt like his head was getting bigger. "How on earth do you know...the location of this thing!"
"Of course someone told me." Kyle said with a smile: "I spent a little money to find out the information from people familiar with the matter."
"Informed person? Who is it!"
"Trust me, you won't want to know its name."
Kyle put away the box and looked around carefully to make sure there was nothing missing, then he left the storage room with the oil lamp and was ready to go back.
You can't use your wand freely here, it's too inconvenient.
Many ancient wizards love to live in Wiltshire. There was a time when it was very lively and there were different banquets held in various mansions every day. It was also the place where the most wizards lived.
But until 12 years ago, the situation here changed dramatically.
As if overnight, almost most of the wizards were forced to move and become neighbors with dementors, leaving only a large number of people in empty mansions.
It suddenly became quiet here.
But other wizards living here think this is not bad... at least they can expand their mansions even bigger without any scruples.
Lestrange's mansion is located on a hillside to the north.
Several windows around the house were broken, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the original grand door and walls were covered with various unknown vines. From the outside, it looked like Hogsmeade. Screaming Shack pretty much.
But more than ten years ago, this was the most spacious and majestic building within a few kilometers, and the Lestrange family also flourished in the wizarding world.
But after its owner moved to Azkaban, the place became more and more dilapidated until it became what it is today.
None of the wizards living nearby wanted to come here, let alone help clean the house.
At night, there was silence around the hillside, and only sporadic insects could be heard.
Under the moonlight, two figures, one large and one small, walked out of the shadows and stopped in front of the house.
"Sirius, are you sure this is Lestrange's ancestral home?" Kyle asked doubtfully as he looked at the house in front of him, which was no less impressive than the Shrieking Shack.
"If the Lestrange we think of is the same, then yes..." said Sirius.
"This is too shabby." Kyle frowned, "Didn't they ever think of using the Red Heart Loyalty Curse to protect this place?"
"No, there is no need." Sirius said, "Twelve years ago, who would have dared to take their ideas. That woman...Bella, she was the popular one in front of the mysterious man at the beginning, and there were too many wizards who wanted to curry favor with her. , and because of the mysterious man's trust, the Death Eaters almost regarded this place as their headquarters.
It would be very inconvenient if there is a loyalty spell.
"The funny thing is, it should be the same people who turned this place into what it is now after she was imprisoned in Azkaban."
Sirius glanced at Kyle and continued: "Although I don't know why you suddenly want to come here, I am sure that the slightly valuable things in the house have been looted long ago. You are destined to make a trip today. …”
"Well...that's not necessarily the case." Kyle walked forward.
Sirius showed a hint of helplessness, but still followed.
The lock on the door had long become a useless decoration. Kyle just cleaned up the tangled rattan and walked into the house easily.
It looked even worse inside, with almost no complete piece of furniture visible, and the largest object was a table with legs missing.
Just like Sirius said, there is almost nothing of value seen here, even the decorations mounted on the pillars or walls have been stripped down.
"If possible, I really don't want to step foot here." Sirius frowned.
"What are you looking for? If it's gold galleons, just ask, I have that."
"That's yours, I don't want it." Kyle took out a sniffer from his pocket.
"Look, where is the underground storage room here..."
Xiu Xiu looked around and quickly walked in a direction. In the process, it was like a vacuum cleaner, taking in all the broken glass, iron nails, porcelain pieces and other things on the ground. Belly pocket.
Finally, Xiu Xiu stopped in front of a statue in the corner of the room.
There should have been a statue here, but now there is only a base left. Under the base, there is a hole that has been opened.
It seems like this place has been visited before.
<divclass="contentadv">Kyle picked up Xiuxiu casually, scratched its belly, and threw away all the rags it had picked up before with some disgust. The little guy was a little unhappy and squeaked.
Kyle ignored it, raised an oil lamp, and walked into the underground storage room.
Not surprisingly, there was nothing left here, but fortunately the things Kyle needed were not moved.
Hanging on the wall of the small storage room is a painting that is missing its frame and has long since faded.
It can be vaguely seen that the background of the painting is this house, but the people inside are missing.
"This painting should be of old Lestrange, but I can't remember his name." Sirius, who followed, said: "Kyle, don't tell me that this is what you are looking for... this kind of thing The magic portrait is only of some value to the Lestrange family, it would be trash if placed anywhere else."
"Yes, but also no..." Kyle said.
Sirius didn't understand.
But the next second, he saw Kyle throwing away the magic painting, taking a hammer he found out from nowhere, and smashing the wall behind him.
"Boom...boom...boom..."
The wall was unexpectedly fragile and was quickly shattered, revealing the dark gray stones inside, but Kyle's movements did not stop...
The dull knocking sound made Sirius, who was already confused, even more confused. He didn't understand what Kyle was doing. Was he planning to demolish this place?
But just when he was about to ask, the wall cracked again.
Sirius was surprised to find that as Kyle knocked down more and more stones, the originally gray stone gradually became twisted, and then kept shrinking and squeezing.It soon turned into a dark golden, fist-sized box.
"Transfiguration... I thought there was a secret grid..."
Kyle put on his dragon leather gloves, picked up the box and shook it... There was a crisp crashing sound inside.
Apparently, the key he was looking for was hidden in this box.
But the question was how to open it. He took a general look and saw that the entire box seemed to be cast. There were no traces of splicing, not even a hole for the key.
Watch Kyle's movements.Sirius blinked, as if he was dumbfounded, and said hesitantly: "This, this is..."
"It should be a magic item, specially used to store important items." Kyle said, "But it's not easy to open this thing..."
"I know." Sirius scratched his hair, "But how do you know there is something behind this wall... I mean, this is Lestrange's ancestral home!
Could it be that you have been here before?But that's not right. You were less than a year old when that woman Bellatrix was caught by the Auror. "
"No, I was over two years old at the time," Kyle corrected.
"It's not important!" Sirius felt like his head was getting bigger. "How on earth do you know...the location of this thing!"
"Of course someone told me." Kyle said with a smile: "I spent a little money to find out the information from people familiar with the matter."
"Informed person? Who is it!"
"Trust me, you won't want to know its name."
Kyle put away the box and looked around carefully to make sure there was nothing missing, then he left the storage room with the oil lamp and was ready to go back.
You can't use your wand freely here, it's too inconvenient.
