In Sirius' sigh, Ryan took a closer look at the very bottom of the tapestry. Then I saw a very important name: Regulus Black.

"Oh, this is my brother. Sirius bent down to take a closer look at the name, and though he pretended not to care, Ryan could sense from him that he still had feelings for his family, even if they were seriously at odds with each other.

"Stupid idiot, he joined the ranks of the Death Eaters. Sirius walked up and touched the name. "My parents, though not Death Eaters, were crazy supporters of the pure-blood theory. My stupid brother became a Death Eater under their influence, and I think my parents must have thought he was a brave little hero. ”

"Fifteen years ago—" Hermione asked, looking at the time of her death under her name.

"He was killed by Voldemort. Sirius' face was full of disgust, but Ryan could hear a hint of nostalgia in his tone. “。 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, you can't hand Voldemort a resignation report and be done. Either sell your life for life, or die. ”

After saying that, Sirius stood up and pointed to several names on the tapestry and said, "I haven't looked at this thing in years." This is Phineas Nigelus, my great-great-grandfather, the most unpopular Headmaster in Hogwarts history. Alaminta Melifren, my mother's cousin, tried to force a Ministry of Magic decree to legalize the killing of Muggles. And my dear Aunt Elladora, the family tradition of house-elves cutting off their heads when they were too old to hold a plate, a family tradition she started. In short, these are the examples of the noble Black family, and it is best to get out of the way of an outlier like me. ”

Still, Ryan could hear some nostalgia in Blake's tone, thinking that Sirius had enjoyed family affection when he was younger. Although most of this has been worn out with the passage of time, Sirius will still be reminded of his loved ones when he returns to his former home alone.

Looking at Sirius, who was a little depressed, Ryan quickly changed the subject. "What's in the dusty glass-doored cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece?"

"Oh, that's some antiques or stuff from our family's collection. Sirius said, following Ryan's finger. "By the way, aren't you an alchemist? you can go and see what you like, and take it all if you want. I was going to throw them all away anyway. ”

As he spoke, Blackkra opened the tattered curtains and tried to brighten up the room, but several adult foxes flew out of the folds of the curtains, their beetle-like shiny wings buzzing and flapping, their small needle-like teeth exposed, their small and delicate bodies covered with thick black hair, and their four small fists clenched angrily.

Seeing that the fox was about to pounce on the man, Ryan and Hermione both unleashed the Shadow Blade. Those foxes were cut into several pieces directly in the air.

"A very powerful silent wandless spell, you guys are much stronger than I thought, especially Hermione. Sirius had just drawn his wand and before he could make a move, Ryan and the others had taken the lead. "But it's better not to show this magic in front of anyone else, because it's too much like black magic. ”

Sure enough, as a member of the famous pure-blood family. Sirius was able to discern the nature of the magic they were using in a fraction of the time. His admonition was also valuable, given the level of most wizards in the wizarding world, it was true that this seemingly evil magic was not suitable for use in public in front of a group of strangers.

After dealing with the small trouble caused by the fox, Ryan focused his attention on the glass case in front of him. Because the cabinet was covered with dust before, he didn't see what was in the cabinet until he opened the cabinet door.

On the dusty partition lay all sorts of things, such as boring books that promote pedigree like Born Noble: A Wizard's Genealogy, a collection of rusty daggers, animal claws, a coiled snakeskin, and a large pile of dull and blackened silver boxes with ancient Celtic rituals.

"Sirius, your family's words of ancient nobility may be true. This kind of Celtic sacrificial text is no longer understood by many people. Ryan pulled out a silver box and showed Sirius.

"Oh, when my father made it to order, he just asked the silversmith to follow the pattern left on a book. He didn't know what it was written on. Sirius looked dismissive. After listening to this, Ryan looked carefully at the silver box, and sure enough, he found that the text on it was messy and not a sentence at all.

"Dragon's blood, it's a pity. Ryan picked up a decorative piece of opal embedded in a stopper and looked at it in a crystal bottle, only to find that the blood had dried up and the magic had almost been lost. "But this bottle is good, large pieces of transparent natural crystals are rare, and they can be used to hold other potions after washing. ”

Ryan began to identify the contents of the cabinet in the same way, while Hermione helped sort them out and place them on the carpet. Seeing where the two of them were busy, Sirius said with some boredom: "What's so nice about these things, just throw them away." ”

"Throw it away?" Ryan looked at Sirius in surprise, holding a music box that had just been identified for a purpose, which could hypnotize everyone around who heard the music. "There are a lot of things here that can be reused, such as the music box in my hand that can be thrown out to hypnotize the enemy when it encounters it, and maybe it can help our people get out of a crisis. It's hard to buy these kinds of precious magic items, and you actually said you want to throw them away. ”

"This—of course can't be thrown away. Sirius immediately changed his tone when he heard that it was good for fighting the Death Eaters. "These magic items naturally need to be left for those who need them, but what about the rest of the things?"

As he spoke, he pointed to a large pile of porcelain bearing the coat of arms of the Black family, a pile of books promoting the doctrine of descent, several silver frames, a large gold ring engraved with the Black family crest, and a Merlin First Class medal in a dusty box.

"Unlike the honor that you two have worked so hard to achieve, I don't think there is anything memorable about this medal that my grandfather exchanged for Galleons, and other things are similar. ”

"If you really don't like them and want to get rid of them. Ryan put down the music box in his hand, looked Sirius in the eye and said, "Then you can clean them up and sell them for a good price, after all, we are facing a war, and resources will always be scarce in war." Not even one Nat can be wasted. For example, if you are going to throw away the pile of silver photo frames, you can buy two or three bottles of white fresh essence after selling them. Another example is the Merlin First Class Medal that you don't like, and you can casually exchange it for a more useful alchemy product on the market. How can this be discarded casually?"

Ryan had always felt that it was a shame that Sirius threw away a lot of stuff in the original text, especially since the things that could be put in the decoration cabinet in this old family were definitely not cheap.

"That's right. Sirius suddenly laughed, and then laughed louder and louder. "It would be very interesting to let my family know that their treasure collection had become a weapon to be used against the pure-blood supremacy theory that they had held for the rest of their lives. Ryan, you're so right, just do it. ”

With that, Sirius cleared a carpet with his wand, and then sat there to help count the belongings that had just been cleared. After taking each item, he cleaned it up and helped introduce the origins of the items, and Hermione used a shorthand feather to write down what he said and pasted the parchment on the corresponding object.