Allen summoned Maggie , the house elf .
Maggie , dressed in a clean and neat uniform, appeared before Sirius as beautiful as a little angel compared to the other house elves. She looked at Allen gently and bowed.
Sirius couldn't help butthink of his own Kreacher ; they were both elves, but why was the difference between them so great?
" Maggie , take these books to that room in Aunt Josephine's mansion and then let me know," Allen said, stroking Maggie's head.
Maggie blinked her moist, large eyes, understood immediately, and transformed into a book carrier.
"Alright, let's go to the second room." Black glanced at Maggie , who was working diligently , and left the room with mixed feelings.
When I entered the room, large boxes were neatly stacked on top of each other.
The man casually opened a box, and it gleamed with a golden glow.
Had he never seen such a sight before, Allen might have been so captivated by the gold coins that he could have lost his composure in front of Black .
Black stared at Allen, who remained calm, in astonishment and clicked his tongue in amazement.
At such a young age, when faced with money, he was calm and extraordinary.
The room was filled with boxes of varying sizes , containing galleons from different periods .
Some of the galleons in the boxes had historical value far exceeding their monetary value.
"They're yours now," Black said with a smile, expressing great admiration for Allen's final performance.
For Allen, who possessed the Philosopher's Stone, these gold coins truly meant very little.
Moreover, the treasure he obtained at Clark Manor was far more valuable and rare than these.
But Allen nodded anyway and said, "Okay, they're mine now."
Black was about to turn and leave when Allen called him back.
" Black , to thank you for keeping your promise and for our victory this time, I give you these gold coins."
Black was astonished, wondering if anyone would actually give up such a large fortune. Was it perhaps because Allen was too young and hadn't yet grasped the allure of money? "Allen, such a large fortune could support you in many of your endeavors.It could help you reach the pinnacle of your lifeany field of the magical world."
"Of course I know, Mr. Black , but I believe it won't be difficult to earn this money on my own," Allen said with great confidence. But Black felt that his words were not an impulsive statement, but the truth.
After a moment's hesitation, Allen tried to persuade him: "Mr. Black , consider Harry . Although he inherited some money from his family, it's not enough to ensure he has a comfortable life once he comes of age. Don't you want to provide Harry with the best possible living conditions? Don't you want to pave the way for him?"
Black paused for a moment when Harry was mentioned,then sincerely thanked Allen: "Very well, thank you for your generosity. If you need any of these in the future, you can come and get them anytime."
With the support of these funds, her and Harry's future lives would be much better.
Ultimately, few could resist the allure of capital— although Sirius disliked his family , he had to admit he wasn't someone who could work peacefully for others, which gave him a great sigh of relief: "Working is impossible, impossible in this life. I don't know how to do business either, so I can only survive, at least somewhat, by relying on this inheritance from my family ... "
Allen was the first to leave the room, without the slightest sign of hesitation.
The last room was the one Allen had been most looking forward to; the room where the antique treasures were kept.
This room had shelves filled with various items arranged in rows.
In addition to surprisingly large jewels, Allen also saw stones made of various, uh , unknown materials!
Gloomy portraits, strangely colored liquids with unknown effects, gruesome and savage masks, wax-like skull carvings, gears and machines of various shapes, equipment with unknown functions... Allen also saw well-preserved, still-bloody hearts, still-soft and juicy brains and eyeballs in some transparent jars.
All of these organs looked like they belonged to a human!
Allen couldn't understand what kind of strange habit it was to keep these things here.
Could these precious organs have belonged to a famous sorcerer ?
Just like the Muggle world protected Einstein's brain?
Sirius noticed Allen's gaze and shrugged, saying, "I don't understand these. Maybe some bored old man picked them up."
When Black saw the old men cutting off the heads of house elves and hanging them on the wall, he thought there was nothing more terrifying in the world.
As Allen continued to examine these Dark Wizard collections , which were filled with a gloomy and frightening aura , Maggie appeared before him.
The house elf's face was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead. After leaning deeply towards Allen, he looked at him expectantly.
" Maggie , you were very quick, thank you for your effort. I also want you to move the collections from this room to that room in the mansion," Allen said gently, wiping the sweat from Maggie's forehead .
The little one was trembling with excitement; for a house elf , receiving praise from his master and being treated kindly by him was the happiest thing in the world.
He wanted to complete the task Allen had given him immediately.
Allen quickly pulled it back and repeatedly warned, "Some of these collections may be dangerous, please be careful."
Maggie , with tears in her eyes, a heart full of emotion, and a look of respect and trust directed at Allen, listened attentively to his instructions.
Black watched the scene and involuntarily grumbled. Look at the other house elves;why couldn't his own Kreacher perform this well?
The cheerful house elf , scurrying through the room like a butterfly fluttering among flowers, illuminated the gloomy and dim Chamber of Secrets .
Seeing that she had started working, Allen turned around to continue examining the collections on the shelves.
"Ah!" Maggie suddenly shrieked .
Then, the clanging sound of metal falling to the ground reached Allen's ears.
The two wizards were startled and immediately rushed over to investigate.
Maggie didn't look well and actually felt very bad.
He felt the torches spinning above his head, and dizziness came in waves, one after another.
He suspected he was rising from the ground; everything in the room seemed to be floating above his head.
She wanted to scream, but the sound was stuck in her throat.
Even his kindest master was turning before his eyes.
Despite this, Maggie , who was deeply devoted to her master , still noticed the worry and anxiety in Allen's eyes.
He wanted to talk, to comfort Allen, but he couldn't make a sound. He couldn't even control his limbs.
Allen looked at the culprit lying on the ground: a very old-looking, half-handed sword .
Allen used a Flying Spell to hold the sword suspended in the air in front of him, examining it carefully.
Allen's gaze was fixed on a small device beneath the sword's hilt, a spring-loaded pin .