Chapter 286： collection

Allen summoned Maggie the house elf.

Maggie appeared in front of Sirius in a neat and clean uniform. She looked pretty like a little angel. At least compared with other domestic elves, she looked at Alan tenderly and bowed.

Sirius couldn't help but think of his own Kritchie, the same elf, how come the gap is so big?

"Maggie, move these books to that room in Aunt Josephine's manor and come back to find me back to life." Allen said softly, touching Maggie's head.

Maggie blinked her wet, wet eyes, grasped the feeling, and immediately became a porter of books.

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

Upon entering the door, the huge boxes were neatly stacked.

A box was opened casually, and the gold glittered.

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

Black looked at Alan, who was still calm, surprised, surprised.

At a young age, in the face of money, he is calm and imposing.

Boxes of different sizes are filled with Jin Jialong of various eras, and this room is packed up.

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

"Now, they are yours." Black said with a smile, he appreciated Allen's performance just now.

For Allen with the magic stone, he really didn't pay attention to these gold coins.

What's more, the treasures obtained at Clark Manor are many times rarer than these.

However, Allen nodded and said, "Okay, now they are mine."

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

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

Black was shocked. Someone would give up such a large sum of money. It would not be because Allen was young and did not know the charm of money: "Allen, such a large sum of money can support you to do a lot. Thing. It can help you reach the peak of life in any field of the magic world. "

"Of course I know, Mr. Black, but I believe that with my own skills, it is not difficult to get the money." Allen said confidently, but he also made Black think that these words were not impulsive, he That is the truth.

After a pause, Allen persuaded again: "Mr. Black, think of Harry. Although he has the property left by his parents, the amount is not enough to support him in his future life in adulthood. You do n’t want to Provide Harry with the best living environment? Do n’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, he and Harry will live much better in the future.

After all, few people can resist the charm of capital-even if Sirius dislikes his family, but he also has to admit that he is not a master who can work with others at ease, which makes him relieved: " It ’s impossible to work, and it ’s impossible to work in this life. You ca n’t do business, and only by relying on these inheritances at home can you maintain your life ... ”

Without any trace of nostalgia, Allen took the lead out of this room.

The last room is also the room Alan is most looking forward to-the room for storing antiques.

Rows of rows of multi-Bugs are displayed in this room.

Out of those surprisingly large jewels, Alan also saw a variety of unknown materials-well, stone!

It looks like a spooky portrait, a liquid with a strange color and an unknown effect, a mask with an evil face and a monstrous face, it looks like a skull carved with wax, differently shaped gear machinery, and equipment with unknown functions ...

In some transparent jars, Allen also saw a well-preserved, still **** heart, still fresh and juicy brain and eyeballs.

These organs are like humans!

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

Could it be the famous sorcerer who cherished these organs?

Like the Muggle world saved Einstein's brain?

Sirius noticed Allen's eyes and shrugged. "I don't understand these, maybe it's a boring elder's collection."

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

While Allen was still looking at the dark and horrible dark wizard collection, Maggie appeared in front of him.

The elf blushed with a thin sweat on his forehead. After bowing deeply to Allen, she looked at Allen expectantly.

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

The little guy trembles with excitement. For a house-elf, it is simply the happiest thing in the world to be praised by the owner and treated gently by the owner.

She immediately wanted to complete the task explained by Allen.

Allen hastily pulled her ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Lianlian urged: "Some collections here may be dangerous. Be careful."

Maggie listened carefully to Allen's explanation, her eyes were wet, her heart was full of emotions, and her eyes were full of respect and trust.

Black looked at this scene and couldn't help snorting. Look at the elves of other people's homes. Why doesn't his own Kleeche perform so well?

The happy house elf shuttled through the room like a butterfly wearing flowers, lighting up the dark and dark room.

Allen saw the other party getting busy and turned his head to continue to study the collections on the shelves.

"Ah!" Maggie suddenly shouted sharply.

Then, the sound of metal falling to the ground reached Alan's ear.

The two wizards were shocked and ran to check quickly.

Maggie doesn't look very good, in fact she feels really bad.

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

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

She wanted to yell, but her voice choked in her throat.

Even the most gentle master twirled in front of her.

Despite this, Maggie, who was wholehearted about the owner, captured the panic and worry in Allen's eyes.

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

Allen looked at the culprit who fell to the ground, a simple half-handed sword.

Allen used a floating spell to hover the sword in front of him and looked carefully.

Allen's gaze converged on a small device under the handle-a spring pinprick.