Chapter 738 The Old House and the Curse

"Ivan, how are you going to find that monster?" Sirius asked, looking around vigilantly.

"Of course it's Apparation, and we can't walk. We didn't do that just now because we don't want others to know that I will Apparate." Aiwen said, pulling Sirius to a remote corner with no one there, "Come on, I'm pulling you!"

As soon as his words fell, the two figures disappeared from the spot in an instant, as if they had never appeared in that place.

A few seconds later, two people appeared on a messy and barren grass.

Compared with the bustling commercial district just now, the surroundings are as quiet as death, and the houses on both sides of the street have gloomy faces, looking like they are repelling people thousands of miles away.

Some homes had broken windows that gleamed poorly in the streetlights, many had peeling paint on the doors and several had litter piled on the front steps.

In front of them was a large and very old house, like the ancestral home of the Black family at 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Pure-blood wizard family!" Sirius said disdainfully, staring at a huge statue in the center of the courtyard.

It was a knight, he was holding up the sword in his hand high, and the label below was Charles the Bold, Duke of Burgundy.

This is the last independent Duke of Burgundy in history, with a prominent reputation, it seems that the owner of the house should be his descendants.

To be honest, this old house looks very uncomfortable, with dirty walls, gloomy windows, and the most creepy thing is the owl statue carved on the outer wall, which maintains weird movements that ordinary people can't imagine, Quietly watching the visitor.

One of the bedrooms on the third floor had a broken window and no one fixed it, it was like the scariest haunted house ever.

It should be the old house of the oldest pure-blood wizard family in Dijon that the bar owner said. Not long ago, its last mistress was found dead in her room, brutally murdered by the terrible owl man.

Aiwen wondered for a while, why did that monster come here, and what does it have to do with this family of pure-blood wizards? !

"I don't like this place!" muttered Sirius. "There is a very strong evil smell in this house."

"I don't like it either, but the traces are gone here!" Ivan said, taking out his wand, "This house is protected by magic, which prevents me from sensing that monster. But it must be inside, let's go in and see look......"

He and Sirius walked in without knocking because the door was open.

The monster that had just fled back seemed to know that Ivan was chasing it, and it didn't even close the door, or it was deliberately waiting for Ivan to come over.

On the ground, the seal of the French Ministry of Magic was rudely torn off and left in the hall, covered in dust.

"Be careful!" said Sirius, the end of his wand glowing. "I'll go ahead!"

Ivan nodded, followed Sirius across the threshold, and walked into the almost dark hall.

He smelled a damp, dusty smell, and a sweet, rotten smell, with a hint of blood...

It is hard to imagine that there were people living in this house not long ago.

The place feels like an abandoned empty house, it's run down and things are thrown everywhere.

Maybe it was the damage done when the previous Aurors came to investigate, or maybe it was just that.

In the flickering twilight, Ai Wen felt a strange ominous feeling, as if they had walked into a house that was about to die.

He could feel that something was watching them, in the darkness that could not be dispelled.

Under the feet, the polished and ragged carpet feels soft when stepped on, which makes people feel uneasy and worried that they will fall down at any time.

The two of them were careful, but nothing happened. The monster didn't know where it went.

Passing through the long and gloomy foyer, Ivan saw a large glass cabinet in the living room, which contained a huge owl specimen. He had never seen such a big owl... .

No matter from which angle, it can be clearly seen that the owner of this house has a soft spot for owls.

His eyes continued to move forward. The wall behind the cabinet was covered with some portraits that were blackened by age, and the owners of the portraits went to nowhere, leaving only a row of empty photo frames.

The square photo frames are like coffins placed on the wall, imprisoning the souls of the past.

The passage to the kitchen and dining room was lined with crumpled heads of house elves.

They are densely arranged together, looking more than the Black family, a bit like the walls in the basement of the Hogwarts kitchen.

This looks really unpleasant, just imagine, when you are eating, hundreds of house elf zombie heads are facing you eeriely, some of them are covered with unknown, disgusting liquid... ...

After walking through this passage, it is difficult for Aiwen to guarantee that he will have any appetite.

If the last owner of this house did not have a collection of house-elf heads, it would prove that the pure-blood wizard family who once lived here was very famous, had a long history, and was capable of owning dozens of house-elves at the same time. It is also quite rare among pure blood wizard families.

Of course, this is all in the past, and now this is a big empty house.

"Where are we going?" Sirius stopped before the stairs and looked around. "I think it's best not to split up."

"Upstairs, I want to see the room on the third floor first!" Ivan said, pointing upwards.

It's the scene of a murder, and maybe you'll find something that no one else noticed, and know why that owl monster killed the owner here.

Alvin and Sirius walked up the dark stairs, avoiding some dark magic items that looked very dangerous.

There was only one door on the top floor, and with a wave of Sirius' wand, the bedroom door handle automatically turned and the door swung open.

Suddenly, the cold night wind poured in, facing them was the big broken window, and the gray curtains were fluttering in the wind.

Aiwen smelled the pungent smell of blood, mixed in the wind blowing out, making people very uncomfortable.

Sirius walked in and stopped abruptly, "Ivan, you'd better not come in, you won't like it here."

"What's wrong?" Ivan followed into the room.

Then he saw that the room in front of him was splattered with blood everywhere. On the ground, on the surrounding walls, and on the high ceiling, there are dark brown spots everywhere, exuding the smell of blood and infinite fear...

One can imagine the scene at that time, that owl man is definitely a pervert.

It seemed to smash the victim into pieces with something, and then turned her body around in the room.

"It was done by that monster. I witnessed it with my own eyes. It killed poor old Mary, the last owner of this house and the last descendant of this ancient family, in the most primitive and cruel way." A faint voice sounded , "I know, it's a curse, it wants to kill all the descendants of the Duke of Burgundy, it wants revenge, it wants everyone to die. Moreover, it doesn't end, the family is dead, and it will soon It's everyone else's turn!"

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