Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place (Continued)

Sirius Black had also regained his earlier easygoing air. He stuffed the parchment into his pocket, then hurried after him.

"Then I'll use this to start a broom company. We'll crush the Firebolt! Of course, you'll always be the major shareholder in our company!"

"How about... calling it Black Brand? Haha, we're all Blacks anyway!"

Black laughed. "Not a bad idea. I can provide you with technical support, then. Hmm... once we make money, should we buy a Quidditch club for fun?"

"Hiss... good idea! Which team do you think would be best to buy?"

The twenty-minute walk passed quickly as the two of them chatted and laughed.

They arrived smoothly at Grimmauld Place, and Black looked at the row houses in front of him.

Sure enough, he discovered that the house numbers on the row houses before him jumped directly from eleven to thirteen.

Number twelve in the middle was completely invisible.

Black opened True Sight slightly.

But all he saw was a layer of gray, misty fog.

He could sense that there was space behind the fog, but True Sight at this level still could not see through it.

Unless he went all out...

But if he did that, both his eyes would have to shine, and that would look a little too terrifying.

With hiding magic of this degree, the Black family really did have deep foundations.

"Well then, welcome to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The home I once always wanted to escape from..."

The moment Sirius Black finished speaking, Black felt a faint wave of magic sweep past the two of them.

The next moment, the scene before them changed dramatically!

He saw the row houses ahead, between number eleven and number thirteen, suddenly pulled apart like a curtain.

Black noticed that the Muggles visible