Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Sirius, Harry and Hermione were circling down the stairs in the dark lane as Ivan destroyed the Horcrux.

“Where did Ivan go, he didn't follow?” Hermione asked with concern, looking back from time to time, with nothing but darkness.

“He may want to talk to Cliche or visit the house, don't worry, there's nothing dangerous about it except my old mother's portrait, I'll come to him later.” Sirius easily said, "We're almost there. ”

A dozen seconds later they arrived at a spacious room deep underground.

The view is spectacular, and this room is like a huge library, with rows of bookshelves filled with books, all precious magic books.

On the surrounding walls, there is a green tapestry with the Black family crest and texture. Although many places on the tapestry have been bitten by foxes sub, the embroidered gold wire still shines.

Most notably, the tapestry is facing the staircase, which is very large and covers almost the entire wall.

Sirius walked past, Harry and Hermione rushed to catch up.

The further forward, the more spectacular this tapestry is discovered, Harry clearly sees a sprawling genealogy map of the branches, which is eye-catching and dates back to the Middle Ages.

But this is still not the top line, and there are still a lot of legs up there.

On the right side of the tapestry, top-down, embroidered with several large golden letters: the noblest and oldest Blake family is always pure.

“This is the Black family lineage!” Sirius softly said, "In addition to this piece here, there is a piece in my mother's room that she regards as her favorite treasure, the most direct proof of the pure blood history of the family, while she is still alive, only she can touch them and no one else can touch them! ”

“You don't seem to be up there!” Harry hesitated to say that he looked at the bottom line of the genealogy.

“Once upon a time.” Sirius pointed to a scorched black hole in the tapestry, like a trace of being burned by a cigarette, "my dear old mother destroyed me after I ran away from home, and I assumed that the same was true of the one in her room, not surprisingly, because I knew her, and she would certainly do so. ”

“You ran away from home?” Harry was surprised.

“Yes, I was about sixteen that year.” Sirius said in a plain tone, "I ran away from home because I had had had enough. ”

“Where have you been?” Harry stared at him and asked.

“Your dad's house, Harry!” Sirius said, "Your grandparents were very understanding and they almost took me for a second son. Yeah, I stayed with your dad temporarily on school holiday, and when I was seventeen, I found my own place. My uncle Alphard left me an impressive amount of gold, and he was cleared out of it, probably because of that. ”

Sirius pointed at another coke hole in the carpet and continued, “Anyway, I've been taking care of myself ever since, but Mr. and Mrs. Potter always welcome me to their house every Saturday for dinner, and they're good people. ”

“But why are you? ”

“Running away?” Sirius laughed bitterly, "because I hated all of them, and they hated me, too. You don't know, Harry. My parents, they were insanely obsessed with pure blood, and they believed that, as Blacks, they were born noble. And my stupid brother, his temper was so weak, he actually believed them, that was him..."

Sirius sticks out a finger and points to the name at the bottom of the genealogy map: Regulus Black.

There is a date of death after the date of birth, about thirteen years ago, when Voldemort collapsed and fled, the year before Sirius was captured in Azkaban.

“He's younger than me!” Sirius went on to say that the corner of his mouth was shameless, "but I was constantly reminded that his son was much stronger than me. ”

“But he's dead.” Harry said.

“Yeah, I'm not surprised at all. Sirius said," Stupid idiot, he joined the Death Eaters. ”

“You're kidding!” Harry and Hermione said.

“Well, you've seen this house, don't you see what kind of wizard my family is?” Sirius said impatiently.

“Are your parents also Death Eaters?” Harry hesitated to ask.

“No, no, but believe me, they think Voldemort's claim is correct, and they all favour preserving the innocence of the wizard's bloodline, getting rid of people from Muggles and giving power to people of pure bloodline. ”

Harry and Hermione looked paler when they heard Sirius.

“They were not unique in this matter, and before Voldemort revealed his true face, many believed that his claim to some things was correct, and many of the long-held families of pureblood wizards believed in him, believing that he could lead them back to their former glory. However, they were timid and retreated when they found that he had no choice but to gain power. But I think my parents must have thought Regulus was a brave little hero from the start. ”

“Was he finally killed by Aurora?” Harry asked uncertainly.

“Oh, no!” Sirius said that the slightest smile in the corner of his mouth was stronger, "he was killed by Voldemort, or more likely by Voldemort's command. I doubt Regulus is so important that Voldemort needs to get rid of him himself. From what I've learned since he died, he's trapped deep, and then he's scared of what people want him to do, and he wants to quit. Alas, this fool was so naive when he was a kid, you couldn't have handed Voldemort a resignation report until it was over. Either a lifetime or a dead end. ”

As you can see, although Sirius was full of laughter, there was still a hint of grief hidden, and he was very concerned about his brother's death.

Otherwise Sirius would not have gone to great lengths to investigate his death.

Harry wanted to say something more about Sirius, but his scar suddenly stings.

He couldn't help but scream and cover his forehead with his hands.

“What's up, Harry?” Sirius asks worried, "Are you..."

His words were not finished, and suddenly a deafening scream came down the stairs, a scream from a man before he died.

Sirius stunned for a moment and rushed to the top. Harry and Hermione followed. Ivan was still up there. Did he have any accidents?!

They don't know what happened, especially Harry, and he has an unusual bad feeling that something is approaching.

He had this feeling twice, when he was facing Voldemort in first grade and Tom Riddle in second grade, and that voice just now sounded like Voldemort's voice. Harry was suffocating when he thought Voldemort might be in this house, and he couldn't imagine it.

They pull out all the energy from above and below, rush up the stairs at the fastest possible speed, and then hit something on the stairs.

They all fell and Sirius jumped with his wand.

Through the light of the wand, he saw Evan standing in front of himself undamaged, calm, not at all like he was in danger.