Grimmauld Place, to borrow a phrase I heard one of the Ravenclaws use once, was "like Castle Dracula, but without the laughs." The whole place was jammed with magical gear, most of it the sort of stuff that I'd expect to see for sale down Knockturn Alley. I was roped into helping clean up, and went along willingly, if only for the chance to---shall we say, liberate?---a good collection of interesting things. I turned many of them into money down at Borgin and Burke's, a fascinating establishment Harry had told me about after he'd wound up there (the prat had managed to get mixed up with Floo powder) and the rest, I'm keeping to myself.