Chapter 285: Secret Chamber of the Black Family

After browsing the library briefly, Allen regretted to find that he had all the books here.
"I promise, you will gain something next." Upon seeing this, Sirius took Allen through the dark stairs and walked back to the first floor again. He looked at Allen and warned: "Next, maybe It will be a bit noisy."
Allen looked at him puzzledly, and saw Sirius kick open the umbrella stand suddenly and opened the curtain.
"Prodigal, stupid fool, defiled my house—" Mrs. Black's portrait screamed.
As the curtains were fully opened, she saw Allen standing right in front of her at a glance: "Pure blood? Well-very familiar."
Alan was horrified, but could she still see her soul?
"Who is it, ah, the little of the Harris family!" She suddenly laughed nervously, "Harris, a coward who fled from Germany! A shameless son who can't even keep his ancestral home! Only the same stupid Luo Zill will accept you! Don't expect me to admit that there is a distant relationship between Black and Harris!"
Allen suddenly, no wonder that as a pure-blooded family, the Harris family is far less powerful than other families.
The root cause turned out to be here. Although they knew that their ancestors were connected to Germany, they did not expect that they had escaped. Although the mother's family had branches in other parts of Europe, England no longer had any relatives.
The Harris family will not give up their dignity for this kind of remote in-law relationship to pray for these native families, which have their own problems.
"Only our oldest Black family is the true pure-blood family in England! We were born noble!" Hearing this, the impatient Sirius groped quickly on the lines under the frame, and Allen could not see him. action.
Suddenly, he jumped back, and Mrs. Black actually crawled out of the portrait half of her body, her teeth and claws dancing.
Unprepared, Allen was almost caught by her.
"Oh, sorry!" Black said embarrassedly.
"It's okay." Allen took two steps back with lingering fear.
The neurotic middle-aged and elderly women are terrible!
The portrait of Mrs. Black and the wall behind suddenly shrank back a little, and then it was embedded like a Muggle elevator door into the gap in the side wall.
Her figure completely disappeared, leaving only the reverberation of "prodigal son, traitor..." echoing in the room.
Allen then realized that the Black family's secret room was on the first floor, in the most conspicuous position.
"Only the worst, most acrimonious people can stay in this portrait. Few people can persist for so long like my mother, or even enjoy it." Black said helplessly.
"It's wonderful, this idea is wonderful." Allen praised sincerely.
No matter who it is, it is difficult to resist Mrs. Black's curses and screams.
I am afraid that if it is too slow to cover it quickly, it may directly use the coma spell, let alone look at what is famous behind this portrait.
The entrance behind this portrait can only accommodate approximately one person.
Black got in for the first time, followed by Allen.
Although the entrance is narrow, walking a few steps forward will widen the passage.
The terrain here is sloping, and the lower it is, the more spacious it is.
But at this time, Black and Allen had to bend forward, and they could barely go hand in hand.
After walking one hundred and fifty steps forward, they were suddenly stopped by the shout: "Password?"
At the same time, they saw a magic wand shining in the dark, the reflection of Alan's wand.
A mirror appeared in front of them, but only Blake was in it, without Alan.
"The oldest and noble Black family, always pure." Sirius said indifferently.
The mirror suddenly shimmered and turned into a curtain of light.
"Let's go in." Sirius said to Allen.
Seeing Allen's probing eyes, Sirius explained: "Only the real, pure-blooded Black can open this mirror door. The password is not very important, but they like to hear it."
The moment they stepped in, the torches on the wall ignited automatically.
Everything is clearly identifiable.
In front of their eyes, there were three arches lined up with the main entrance in the middle.
One side of these arches is the corridor where Sirius and Allen are located, and the other side faces the square hall.
The hall is lined with grooves, and the grooves lead to the three boulders standing in the center.
Black didn't know where he took out a dagger, and cut his arm suddenly, blood gurgling out, dripping into the groove.
As if being called by Black's blood, a sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared in the groove and rushed toward the three huge rocks.
Allen suddenly, if it weren't for Black, even if an outsider had broken through the portrait and passed through the mirror door, he would probably not get the treasure of the Black family.
Because they can't summon so much blood.
If not, I am afraid that if one person is drained of blood, none of them can satisfy the needs of the three boulders.
The three boulders seemed to soon be full of blood, emitting a dark red, strange light.
With a roar, the three arches opened their arms to Allen.
"There are three rooms in this secret room, one is a library, one is a gold room, and the other is a collection of antiques. Now, they are all yours."
Black looked at Alan seriously. The unbreakable vow is not a joke, since a promise is made, it must be fulfilled.
Allen also nodded solemnly and thanked him.
They first went to the library ~EbookFREE.me~. The books in it were extremely impressive. The four walls were covered with bookshelves, and they were packed from the floor to the ceiling.
Seeing Lie's heart, Allen wanted to take out a book, but was stopped by Black.
"Boy, be careful. Most of the books here are not something a wizard of your age can dabble in. You know, many books have dark magic on their covers."
Allen nodded. Of course he knew that the original "Secret of the Soul" almost made him suffer.
Allen took out a pair of dragon leather protective gloves that he had prepared, and put them on his hands under Black's shocked eyes. He just wanted to act, and Blake said again: "Ellen, I have a ruthless please."
Allen couldn't help but stopped again and looked at Black.
"Please use the knowledge covered in these books, don't become a wizard like a mysterious man. And—" Black looked deeply into Allen's eyes, as if to penetrate the soul of the young man before him, "Don't Teach this knowledge to Harry, and hope you don’t indulge in it yourself."
In an instant, Allen had a sense of being a bad boy and being told by others' parents not to harm his good boy.
This gave Alan, who had always been a child of another family, a novel feeling.
Allen nodded, treating Black’s kind of care that was fairly genuine. He agreed very sincerely. Now he and Harry are drifting away, so naturally he will not take the initiative to teach Harry magic, let alone these dark magic. Up.
However, he is not in the mood to flip these books now.
"Can I move with the bookshelf?" Allen asked.
"Of course it can." Sirius looked at Alan, who was not long, wonderingly. How would he move?