September 1.

Felix got up early, turned through Diagon Alley, and returned to London.

He is going to carry out procurement work for the new school year.

In addition to updating his film library, he also bought the latest books and clothes in large quantities, but most importantly, he found a map shop.

This is a very contemporary shop. There are various maps on the quaint brown shelves.

There are both local maps of London and maps of the British Isles, and their uses are also different - aerial photos, travel photos, transportation photos...

When Felix was about to buy a thick map album, he asked the clerk, "Have you heard of Grimo Square?"

The clerk pushed his glasses and raised his head from a color album in front of him...

So thirty minutes later, he stood in a dilapidated neighborhood in the old town of London.

The houses here are quite old, with peeling off the walls and revealing large patches of ugly gray. To be honest, the old house of the Black family was hidden here, which he did not expect.

He walked around the surroundings, and some houses were still living, but some were obviously abandoned - there was a lot of garbage at the door and the windows were smashed.

On a more deserted lawn, his eyes fell on a house, with the door number on it being No. 11, Grimo Square.

He looked at both sides, and there was No. 10 on the left and No. 13 on the right.

"Interesting, is even the wizard's sight isolated?"

Felix stood there, constantly examining something.

An old woman walked over slowly with a cloth bag, "Young man, what are you doing?"

"I visited a pen pal, ma'am. The address I gave was not very clear, and I was trying to identify it." Felix made excuses.

"I have lived here for more than fifty years, since I was born... Maybe I can help and talk to me."

"Well, Grimm Square in the old town of west London, the door number behind is blurred, I guess it is No. 12." Felix looked at the enthusiastic old woman helplessly.

"No. 12? This is impossible. Young people don't have this house." The old woman raised her voice, "You must have remembered it wrong... or your friend played a bad joke with you."

"I also find it strange," Felix pointed to the house in front of him: "This is No. 11, and there is No. 13. Speaking of which, there is no No. 12..."

The old woman laughed loudly: "...You are not the only one who has this doubt." She blinked and lowered the volume and said: "This is a mistake. I heard from my grandmother, oh, she also heard from others that those who built the houses back then were all confused. The workers completed their work and looked at it from the current perspective, it was not bad. But they hung the wrong door number, and they didn't find it when the city hall inspected it, and the error was preserved."

"I remember that some people have reported it several times over the years, but there is no response. You also know that this place is not valued at all. Maybe in a decade, it will be demolished in the name of hindering the view... Anyway, I will not agree, nor will my grandson agree - he is only two years old, but what about saying? Education should be done as soon as possible, and there is always some traditions to keep." She tilted her head and said humorously.

The old woman was quite talkative, and from her mouth, Felix also learned some less reliable legends.

For example, “No. 12, Grimo Square, is a haunted house.” Or, “The workers did not hang the wrong door sign back then. A nobleman bought it, but then the house disappeared…”

Felix was very interested in these legends and gave a few praises from time to time, making the old woman look at him more satisfied. "There are not many young people like you who know how to respect the elderly. Unlike the house next to me, there was still a speaker in the middle of the night, which made people feel uneasy. I knocked on the door a few times but it was useless."

Felix handed her a small card. For a moment, the old woman seemed to see a golden light flashing across the surface of the card, but it might also be the reflected sunlight.

"Ms., you can write a note letter on it and stuff it to the family through the crack of the door, warning them to pay attention to the feelings of others. Well, it's better to attach the alarm number."

"Will it work?" the old woman took the card suspiciously, "It's not polite to the people here."

"Try it, it won't get worse."

After refusing her invitation, Felix imposed a magic spell on himself and stood quietly.

Several people walked past the block from time to time, but no one noticed him.

Nearly noon, he took out his magic wand and kept slashing, pushing away layers of fog, and his body seemed to squeeze into the air.

His figure disappeared.

In a crack, Felix walked forward with difficulty, but was immediately blocked by an air wall, which was a very clever magic barrier.

Then he heard a harsh scream, which was so ugly that Felix couldn't help but tremble. After a few seconds, he was repelled by a huge force and stood again on the lawn of Grimo Square.

"There's someone inside?"

Felix said in surprise, "Principal Black didn't mention this matter..." But if you think about it carefully, he felt that it might be a house elf.

After hesitating for a moment, Felix chose to leave. He could indeed squeeze in again and break through the barrier with his profound magical attainments, but this time may last for an hour or two, or even several days.

If there are people inside, whether they are wizards or house elfs, they will not be indifferent to their attacks.

‘At least I know this place.’

Felix took a deep look and his figure disappeared.

...

Meanwhile, the Hogwarts Express train.

"Did you see, Harry Malfoy is just a coward. She just ran away when she saw a professor at him. It's really in line with the tradition of their family!" Ron said slightly harshly, but he can't blame him, because Malfoy had just laughed at his family.

"Ron," Hermione said sharply, pointing at the professor who was lying on the small table. "Be careful..."

The three of them took a look and the down-and-out professor was still asleep. They continued to chat, but their voices lowered a lot.

"I'm serious. If he dares to tease my family again, I'm going to grab his head - Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked looking at Harry.

"What?"

"You are so calm, so are Malfoy when she is there. You just pull out your wand and look at Malfoy so naturally, as if he is a caterpillar or something."

"I feel this way, Harry," Hermione said seriously.

Harry scratched his head: "Maybe it has something to do with me becoming stronger? When Malfoy provoked us, I didn't feel so angry, it was like watching a performance. It was strange..."

He looked at Ron and Hermione and said in an uncertain tone: "I think it may be because even if I do, I can win easily. I expected this result in advance."

Ron let out a weird scream, "It's so cool, man!"

"Slowly, Ron--" Hermione reminded him.

But he didn't pay attention at all and said excitedly: "Tell us the details of Professor Heip's special training, Harry! I'm so envious!"

Harry repeated helplessly: "To be honest, that was not a pleasant experience. I don't know how I persevered, but Professor Hepp said that the opportunity was rare..."

He began to speak, and Ron and Hermione stared at him intently.
Chapter completed!