“To be honest, I really don’t understand what the value of collecting these things is.”
Ron muttered in a gray box containing a Sir Merlin first-class medal.
He and Harry Hermione were in front of the glass cabinet next to the fireplace in the living room on the second floor of 12 Grimo Square.
Tomorrow is the day to start school, so they are not sleepy at night. They are bored fiddling with Sirius’s house.
Until now, they all know that this temporary Order of the Phoenix headquarters is actually the ancestral home of the Black family.
But now, except for Bella, who married into the Lestranger family, there is only Sirius, a male member. Such a five-story building has become the private property of a betrayer who broke with the family as early as in school.
“This medal is indeed worthless. Sirius said that it was awarded by the Ministry of Magic to him by his grandfather because he donated a large amount of gold.”
Harry recalled looking at the old medal.
Hermione said with a wrinkled nose.
“Even a hundred such first-class medals are not as good as the one Professor Forrest won this summer.”
“Of course.” Ron also said, and then he pulled out a tweezers-like instrument from the glass cabinet.
This spider-like thing is alive. When Harry and his friends first explored this glass cabinet, they tried to bite Harry, but Sirius was shot to death with a book.
Ron threw the fake spider aside in disgust, while Harry picked up an unknown locket on the side.
You can vaguely see a relief of a snake on this locket, but there is no way to open it no matter what.
“This thing might be an antique.” Ron looked at the locket in Harry’s hand and looked at it. “It might be a Black family heirloom or something.”
“How could the heirloom be thrown in this place casually?”
Harry said, wanting to throw the locket back to its original position, but he suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, and after thinking about it, he put it in his pocket.
“At least it can be used as a souvenir. When I go to school tomorrow, I will ask Sirius if I can bring it with me.”
Ron was not interested in the locket that looked no different from rags. He pointed to the first-class medal belonging to Sirius’ grandfather.
“If you are a souvenir, you might as well take this.”
Just as they were chatting, a sharp voice suddenly rang beside them.
> “Everything here belongs to the Black family! You are stealing!”
The person who spoke was the Black family’s house elf Kliche, a little elf who was deeply poisoned by the pure blood concept of Sirius’ mother.
He is very old, dislikes and hates Muggles, and hates Sirius, his only nominal master now.
Naturally, he would not be very friendly to Harry, who is now living in No. 12 Grimo Square.
“Hey, don’t say so badly. Kliche, Harry is Sirius’ godson. Besides, Sirius doesn’t care about these rags at all.” Ron muttered.