Chapter 286 Treasure

Ellen summons the house-elf Maggie.

Maggie appeared in front of Sirius wearing a neat and clean uniform, as beautiful as a little angel—at least in comparison with other house elves, she looked at Allen tenderly and bowed.

Sirius couldn't help but think of his own Kreacher, who is also an elf, why is there such a big gap?

"Maggie, move these books to that room in Aunt Josephine's manor and come back to report to me." Allen said gently, stroking Maggie's head.

Maggie blinked her big wet eyes, understood, and immediately turned into a porter of books.

"Okay, let's go to the second room." Black looked at Maggie who was working hard, and left the room with mixed feelings.

As soon as you walk in the door, huge boxes are stacked neatly.

A box was opened casually, and the golden light was shining.

If he hadn't seen such a situation before, Allen might be dazzled by the gold coins and lose his composure in front of Black.

Blake looked at Alan who was still calm in surprise and wondered.

At a young age, when facing money, he is calm and unhurried, with extraordinary bearing.

Boxes of different sizes were filled with Galleons from various eras, filling this room to the brim.

The historical value of the Galleons in some boxes has far exceeded the amount it represents.

"Now, they are yours." Blake said with a smile, he admired Alan's performance just now.

For Allen, who has the Philosopher's Stone, he really doesn't care about these gold coins.

What's more, the treasures obtained in the Clark Manor are many times more precious and rare than these.

Still, Allen nodded and said, "Okay, now they're mine."

Black turned and wanted to leave, but Allen stopped him again.

"Blake, in order to thank you for keeping your promise, and for our victory this time, I will give you these gold coins."

Blake was surprised. Someone would give up such a large amount of wealth. Could it be because Alan was young and didn't know the charm of money: "Alan, such a large amount of wealth can support you to do a lot of things. It can help you climb to the pinnacle of life in any field of the magic world."

"Of course I know, Mr. Black, but I believe that with my own ability, it is not difficult to get the money." Allen said with great confidence, but it made Black feel that his words were not impulsive. It is true.

After a pause, Allen persuaded again: "Mr. Black, think about Harry. Although he has the property left by his parents, the amount is not enough to support him to live smoothly in his adult life in the future. You don't want to Give Harry the best life possible? Don't you want to pave the way for him?"

Speaking of Harry, Black was silent for a while, and sincerely thanked Allen: "Well, thank you for your generosity. If you need it in the future, you can come here at any time and take them away."

With the support of these funds, life will be much easier for him and Harry in the future.

After all, few people can resist the charm of capital—even if Sirius dislikes his family, he has to admit that he is not a master who can work for others with peace of mind, which also makes him breathe a sigh of relief: " It is impossible to work part-time, and it is impossible to work part-time in this life. You can't do business, and you can only maintain your life by relying on these inheritances at home..."

Without a trace of nostalgia, Allen walked out of the room first.

The last room is also the room that Allen is most looking forward to-the room for storing rare antiques.

Row after row of Duobaoge are displayed in this room.

Going out to those amazingly large jewels, Allen also saw various unknown materials-well, stones!

Eerie looking portraits, strangely colored liquids with unknown functions, evil and ferocious masks, skulls that look like wax sculptures, gear machines of various shapes, and equipment with unknown functions...

In some transparent jars,

Allen also saw the well-preserved, still bloody heart, the still juicy brain and eyeballs.

These organs are all like human beings!

Allen didn't understand what kind of hobby this was, and wanted to treasure these things here.

Could it be that these treasured organs came from which famous wizard?

Like the Muggle world preserved Einstein's brain?

Sirius noticed Alan's eyes and shrugged, "I don't understand these, maybe some boring elder collected them."

With the elder who cut off the elf's head and hung it on the wall, Blake felt that there was nothing more terrifying in the world.

Just when Allen was still looking at these collections of dark wizards full of eerie and terrifying atmosphere, Maggie appeared in front of him.

The elf's face was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat was dripping from his forehead. After bowing deeply to Allen, she looked at Allen expectantly.

"Maggie, it's really fast, it's hard work. I also want you to move the collection from this room to that room in the manor." Allen gently wiped the sweat from Maggie's forehead, and said gently .

The little guy was trembling with excitement. For a house-elf, to be praised by his master and treated tenderly by his master was simply the happiest thing in the world.

She immediately wanted to complete the task assigned by Allen.

Allen quickly grabbed her and repeatedly warned: "Some collections here may be dangerous, so be careful."

Maggie listened carefully to Alan's explanation, her eyes were wet, her heart was filled with emotion, and she looked at Alan with respect and trust.

Looking at such a scene, Blake couldn't help but snorted coldly. Look at other people's elves, why doesn't your own Kreacher perform so well?

The cheerful house-elf flitted about the room like a butterfly, lighting up the gloomy and gray chamber.

Seeing that the other party was busy, Allen turned his head and continued to study the collections on the shelves.

"Ah!" Maggie suddenly screamed.

Then, the bang of metal falling to the ground reached Allen's ears.

The two wizards were shocked and ran over to check.

Maggie doesn't look well, and in fact she really doesn't feel well.

She felt the torches above her head whirling, dizzy like waves, wave after wave.

She wondered if she had left the ground, objects from the entire room seemed to be flying above her head.

She wanted to yell, but her voice was stuck in her throat.

Even the gentlest master is whirling in front of her.

Despite this, Maggie, who was devoted to her master, caught the panic and worry in Alan's eyes.

She wanted to speak and comfort Allen, but she couldn't make any sound. She couldn't even control her limbs anymore.

Allen looked at the culprit who fell to the ground. It was a simple hand and half sword.

Allen used a levitating spell to hover the sword in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

Allen's eyes were focused on a small device under the handle - a pogo stick.