As Evan destroyed the Horcruxes, Sirius, Harry, and Hermione were spiraling down the stairs in the tunnel.

"Where is Aven, he didn't follow?" Hermione asked worriedly, looking back from time to time and seeing nothing but darkness.

"He probably wanted to say a few words to Kreacher, or to take a tour of the house, but don't worry, there is no danger on it except for a portrait of my old mother, and I'll go to him in a moment." Sirius said lightly, "We're almost there." ”

Ten seconds later, they came to a wide room located deep underground.

The sight was spectacular, the room resembled a huge library, with rows of shelves densely packed with books, full of precious magic books.

On the surrounding walls is a green tapestry with the Blake family crest and ornamentation, and although many places on the tapestry have been chewed by foxes, the embroidered gold thread on it still shines.

The most striking is the tapestry facing the staircase, which is so large that it covers almost the entire wall.

Sirius walked over, and Harry and Hermione hurried to follow.

The further he went, the more spectacular the tapestry became, and Harry could clearly see a family tree map of the branches, all the way back to the Middle Ages.

But this is still not the top, there are still a lot of branches on it.

On the right side of the tapestry, from top to bottom, several large golden characters are embroidered: The noble and oldest Black family is forever pure.

"This is the family tree of the Black family!" Sirius whispered, "besides this one, there is another piece kept in my mother's room, and she regards these two genealogies as the most beloved treasures, the most direct proof of the family's pure-blood history, and while she is still alive, only she can touch them, and no one else is allowed to touch them!"

"You don't seem to be up there!" Harry said hesitantly, looking at the bottom line of the family tree.

"Once on top. Sirius pointed to a small blackened hole in the tapestry, like a burnt cigarette, "and my dear old mother destroyed me after I ran away from home, and I reckon the same one in her room, and not surprisingly, as I know her, she will certainly do." ”

"You ran away from home?" Harry wondered.

"Yes, I was about sixteen years old. Sirius said in a flat tone, "I ran away from home because I had enough. ”

"Where have you been?" Harry asked, staring at him.

"Your father's house, Harry," Sirius said, "your grandparents are very understanding, and they almost treat me like a second son. Yes, I stayed at your father's house for the time being during school holidays, and when I was seventeen, I found a place on my own. My uncle Alphad left me a considerable amount of gold, and he was purged from here, presumably because of this. ”

Sirius pointed to another small blackened hole in the tapestry 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 are all good people. ”

"But why are you?"

"Running away from home?" Sirius smiled wryly, "because I hate all of them, and they hate me just as much." You don't know, Harry. My parents, who were madly obsessed with pure blood, believed that the Black family was inherently noble. And my foolish brother, who is too weak in temperament, actually believed their words, and that is him"

Sirius held out a finger and pointed to the name at the bottom of the family tree: Regulus Black.

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

"He's younger than me!" Sirius continued, a hint of disdain on his lips, "but I'm constantly reminded that this son of mine is much better than mine. ”

"But he died. Harry said.

"yes, I'm not surprised at all. Sirius said, "Stupid idiot, he's joined the ranks of the Death Eaters." ”

"You're kidding!" Harry and Hermione said in unison.

"Hmph, don't you understand what kind of wizards my family is?" Sirius said impatiently.

"Yours, are your parents Death Eaters too?" asked Harry hesitantly.

"No, it's not, but believe me, they think Voldemort is right, and they're all in favor of maintaining the purity of the wizarding bloodline, getting rid of Muggle-borns, and putting pure-bloods in power. ”

Hearing Sirius's words, Harry and Hermione's faces turned even paler.

"They are not unique in this matter, and before Voldemort revealed his true face, many believed that he was right about some things, and many pure-blood wizarding families believed in him and believed that he could lead them back to their former glory. However, when they found out that he was doing whatever it took to gain power, they were all timid and retreated. But I think my parents must have thought that Regulus was a brave little hero when he first joined in. ”

"Was he killed by the Aurors in the end?" Harry asked, uncertain.

"Oh, no!" Sirius said, a disdainful smile growing at the corner of his mouth, "he was killed by Voldemort, or more likely, at Voldemort's behest." I suspect Regulus isn't that important yet, and he needs Voldemort to get rid of him. From what I knew after he died, he was already in a deep depression, and then he was terrified of what others were asking him to do, and he wanted to quit. Alas, this fool, who was so naïve as a child, you can't hand Voldemort a resignation report and be done. Either sell your life for life, or die. ”

It could be seen that although Sirius's tone was full of ridicule, there was still a trace of grief hidden, and he was very concerned about his brother's death.

Otherwise, Sirius wouldn't have gone to great lengths to investigate his death.

Harry wanted to say anything more to comfort Sirius, but his scar suddenly stinged.

He couldn't help but scream and covered his forehead with his hand.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Sirius asked worriedly, "are you?"

Before he could finish his sentence, a deafening scream suddenly came down the stairs, the screams of a man before he died.

Sirius was stunned for a moment and hurriedly ran up, Harry and Hermione followed, and Evan was still on top, did he have some accident?!

They didn't know what was going on, especially Harry, who had an unusually ominous sense of foreboding, as if something was approaching.

He had this feeling twice, when he faced Voldemort in the first grade and Tom Riddle in the second grade, and that voice just now sounded like Voldemort's voice. The thought that Voldemort might be in this house made Harry almost suffocate and couldn't imagine it.

With all their strength, they rushed up the stairs as fast as they could, and then collided with something on the stairs.

They all fell, and Sirius jumped up with his wand in hand.

By the light of his wand, he saw that Evan was standing in front of him intact, his expression calm, not at all like he was in danger. (To be continued.) )