Chapter 194: The family of the Black family

Just as Avon destroyed the Horcrux, Sirius, Harry, and Hermione were hovering down the stairs in the dark passage.
"Where did Ai Wen go, he didn't keep up?" Hermione asked worriedly, looking back and forth from time to time, except for the darkness, nothing.
"He may want to say a few words with Kreacher, or visit this house, don't worry, there is no danger except for the portrait of my old mother. I will go to him later." Sirius is easy Say, "We are coming soon."
After a dozen seconds, they came to a wide room deep underground.
The scene in front of you is very spectacular. This room is like a huge library. The rows of bookshelves are full of books, all precious magic books.
On the surrounding walls, there are green tapestries with black family badges and patterns. Although many places on the tapestry have been bitten by fox scorpions, the golden threads embroidered on them are still shining.
The most striking thing is the tapestry facing the stairs, which is very large and covers almost the entire wall.
Sirius walked over and Harry and Hermione hurried to keep up.
The more you go forward, the more you can discover the magnificence of this tapestry. Harry clearly sees a family tree with branches and branches, which can be traced back to the Middle Ages.
But this is still not the top, there are still many branches.
On the right side of the tapestry, top down, embroidered with a few golden characters: the noblest oldest Black family is always pure.
"This is the family tree of the Black family!" Sirius said softly. "In addition to this one, there is another piece in my mother's room. She regards these two genealogy as the most beloved baby, is the family purebred. History is the most direct proof that when she is still alive, only she can touch them, and others can't even touch it!"
"You don't seem to be on it!" Harry hesitated, looking at the bottom line of the genealogy.
"It used to be on the top." Sirius pointed to a small round hole in the tapestry, like a burnt mark of cigarettes. "After I fled from home, my dear old mother destroyed me, I guess. The same thing in her room, no accident, with my understanding of her, she will definitely do this."
"You escaped from home?" Harry said.
"Yes, I was about sixteen that year." Sirius said in a plain tone, "I left home because I was fed up."
"Where have you been?" Harry asked, staring at him.
"Your father's house, Harry!" said Sirius, "Your grandparents are very understanding. They almost treat me as their second son. Yes, when the school is on vacation, I will live in your father's house for the time being. At the age of seventeen, I found a place for myself. My uncle Alphad left me a considerable amount of gold, and he was cleared from here, probably because of this."
Sirius pointed to another small round hole on the tapestry and continued. "In any case, I have taken care of myself since then. However, Mr. Potter and his wife always welcome me to dinner at their home every Saturday. They are all good people."
"But why are you?"
"Running away from home?" Sirius smiled. "Because I hate all of them, they also hate me. You don't know, Harry. My parents, they are crazy about obsessive pure blood, they believe, as Black. The family is born to be noble. And my fool brother, his temperament is too weak, actually believe their words, that is him."
Sirius stretched out a finger and pointed to the name of the bottom of the family tree: Regulus Black.
There is a date of death after the date of birth, about 13 years ago, that is, Voldemort escaped, and Sirius was arrested a year before Azkaban.
"He is smaller than me!" Sirius continued, with a hint of disdain in his mouth. "But, someone reminded me that his son is much stronger than me."
"But he is dead," said Harry.
"Yeah, I don't feel surprised at all." Sirius said, "Stupid idiot, he joined the ranks of the Death Eaters."
"You are joking!" Harry and Hermione said in unison.
"Hey, have you seen the situation of this house, don't you understand what kind of wizards my family is?" Sirius said impatiently.
"Your, your parents are also Death Eaters?" Harry hesitated.
"No, no, but believe me. They think that Voldemort's claim is correct. They all agree to maintain the purity of the wizard's lineage, get rid of the Muggle-born people, and let the pure-blooded people have the power."
Harry and Hermione's face were paler when they heard Sirius.
"In this matter, they are not unique. Before Voldemort reveals his true face, many people think that his claim to some things is correct. Many of the pure-blooded wizarding families who believe in it for a long time believe him and think that he They can lead them back to their former glory. However, when they found out that he had to resort to power, they were timid and retreating. But I think my parents must think that Regulus was added to it from the beginning. The last brave little hero."
"Is he finally killed by the Auror?" Harry asked indefinitely.
"Oh, no!" said Sirius, the disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense. "He was killed by Voldemort, or more likely to be killed under the command of Voldemort. I suspect that Regulus is still Not so important, Voldemort needed to go to him. From what he knew after his death, he was already deep, and then he was afraid of what others wanted him to do, and he wanted to quit. Hey, this fool, When I was a child, it was so naive. You can't give a resignation report to Voldemort, even if you finish it. You can live for life or die."
It can be seen that although Sirius's tone is full of ridicule, there is still a trace of grief, and he is very concerned about the death of his younger brother.
Otherwise, Sirius will not go to great lengths to investigate his death.
Harry still wants to say something to comfort Sirius, but his scar suddenly hurts.
He couldn't help but screamed and held his forehead with his hand.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Sirius asked worriedly. "Are you?"
His words were not finished, and a scream of shrill screams suddenly passed down the stairs, a scream of a man before his death.
Sirius stared for a moment and hurried to the top. Harry and Hermione also followed, and Ai Wen was still there. Did he encounter any accidents? !
They didn't know what was going on, especially Harry, who had an unusual ominous premonition, as if something was close.
This feeling he once had twice, that is, when facing the Voldemort in the first grade and Tom Riddle in the second grade, the voice just sounded like the voice of Voldemort. As soon as he thought that Voldemort might be in this house, Harry was almost suffocating and couldn't imagine it.
They took out all the strength of the body, rushed to the top of the stairs at the fastest speed, and then ran into something on the stairs.
They all fell, and Sirius jumped with his wand.
Through the light of his wand, he saw that Ai Wen was standing in front of himself in perfect condition, and he looked calm and not at all like a dangerous look. (To be continued.)