Chapter 265

Sirius Black stepped onto the broken stone steps, frowning as he looked at the door that had just appeared.

“How did the old house become like this? Wasn’t this the place they were proudest of?”

The black paint on the door had peeled away, and it was covered with scratches running this way and that. The silver door knocker was shaped like a coiled serpent. There was no keyhole in the door, nor was there a letterbox like every Muggle household had.