"Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up!"

Down the gloomy hallway, Blake rushed through in three steps and two steps, grabbing the drapery.

The old lady's face turned pale.

"Y-you!"

Her eyes widened at the sight of Sirius, and she exclaimed, "Loser, shame to the family, the seed I gave birth to!" ”

"I said it—shut up!" Sirius roared loudly, the mother and son, who were supposed to be the closest of each other, had now become enemies who hated each other.

It took a lot of effort for Blake to finally pull the curtain up again.

The old lady's screams were gone, and only a reverberating silence remained.

"I'm sorry."

Sirius gasped slightly, brushed away his long black hair that blocked his eyes, and turned to look at Clark's guest, as well as his godson, Harry.

Whether it was the house-elf Kreacher just now, or the portrait, he felt a little unbearable on his face.

"Let you see my mother in this situation."

"Your ——?" Harry asked, confused.

"Yes, my dear good mother." Sirius said, "I've been trying to get her off here for a month, but she seems to have chanted a permanent paste spell behind the portrait. ”

"Why is she hanging her portrait here?" Harry asked.

By this time they had re-crossed the hallway, stepping on the stairs to the second floor.

"Who knows, maybe like Kreacher, guarding the oldest and noblest of the Black family or something."

Clark noticed that Sirius's tone was very stiff and cold.

But the high perceptual attributes, as well as the psychic mancer's insight into the human heart, told him that this was not the case.

The colder Sirius was on the surface, the more wounded he actually was on the inside.

It's like the old woman in that portrait—

Clark turned his head, his gaze seeming to see through the curtain and see the portrait inside.

A person who obviously still has hope in his heart and hopes that his own family and son can change his mind and return to the family, but he can't help but replace his concern with swearing.

The other was still thinking about family affection in his heart, and he was alone and grief-stricken, but he pretended to be nothing.

Sure enough, these two people are worthy of being mother and son, and even their personalities are exactly the same.

However, Clark also has no intention of interfering in other people's family affairs, and many times, the knot in the heart can not be resolved by the words of outsiders.

So without saying a word, he followed Black up to the second floor, which was the most important room in the whole house, the living room.

The place where the Black family received guests and showed their strength and glorious past to outsiders was once gorgeous and exquisite.

The high ceiling is adorned with beautiful and intricate chandeliers, and the right-hand wall has a large floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire street in front of the house, making it a great place to open your mind or observe the incoming enemy.

On the opposite side of the window, flanked by a large fireplace, are two ornate glass vitrines displays, which are supposed to be the alchemical objects used by the Black family to show off their wealth to visitors.

As for the side of the window, that's also the most striking place.

As visitors walk up the stairs and into the living room, they see a huge woolen tapestry hanging on the entire wall in front of them.

On the tapestry, embroidered gold threads gleamed in the sunlight outside the window, and Clark clearly saw a tree-shaped family tree with branches dating back to the Middle Ages.

On the top of the tapestry are several large letters:

The oldest and most noble Black family

“ToujoursPur”

It was the motto engraved on the coat of arms of the Black family, which means "eternal purity" in French.

Of course, at this moment, Clark did not have the opportunity to see the opulence of this living room of the Black family at its peak.

Before their eyes, stripped of some of the mysteries, it was nothing more than a dilapidated, filthy old room filled with all sorts of strange and strange things.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the street were already covered with dust and stains, and the sunlight on them was impenetrable for a while.

On the olive-green walls on the other side, the genealogical tapestry representing the glory of the Black family has also fallen with dust.

The original pale yellow wool blanket has turned dark gray at this time, and some corners and corners have small holes that have been eaten by foxes, which is simply unimaginable for the former Black family.

The three of Clark stepped on the carpet in the living room, and they didn't even dare to take their steps down, for fear of stirring up a large handful of flying dust.

They first came to the genealogical tapestry.

"You're not on this!" Harry asked curiously as he searched around it.

Sirius Black glanced at it, and pointed to the bottom line of the tapestry genealogy, which had a small black hole, like a scorched cigarette.

"I used to be there, but when I ran away from home, my dear old mother had my name destroyed from the genealogy—Kreacher must have liked to whisper the story."

"You ran away from home?"

"Yes, I was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and that's the time to be bold." Sirius said.

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

Sirius suddenly fell silent, and after a long time, he smiled and said, "Went to your father's house." ”

"I remember that your grandfather and grandmother were very understanding, and they almost treated 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. However, Mr. and Mrs. Potter always welcomed me to their house every Saturday for dinner. ”

Speaking of this experience, Sirius had a happy smile on his face, and it must have been a very pleasant time.

"But...... Why are you ......? ”

"Running away from home?"

The smile on Sirius' face retracted, and he smiled wryly, brushing his long, unkempt hair with his hands.

"Because I hate all of them, and for more than ten years, I've had enough!

My parents, madly obsessed with purebloods, believed that the Black family was born noble...... As for my foolish brother, he was too weak to believe them...... That's him. ”

Sirius stretched out his finger and pointed to the bottom of the family atlas, and next to the scorch mark that represented Sirius, there was a name: Regulus Black.

"He was younger than me," Sirius said, "but I was constantly reminded that his son was much better than mine, and that my parents had always been proud of him, but he died eventually. ”

Sirius bent down, as if wanting to look more closely at the tapestry.

As Clark stood aside, he could clearly perceive the fluctuations of sadness emanating from him, which also made Clark more confident in his judgment.

After all, he is a close relative, and his blood is thicker than water, Sirius may not agree with his family's philosophy, but this does not mean that he does not love his family and does not desire the warmth of home.

It's just that the failed education method and the wrong communication method have caused this deep regret.

"Dead?!" Harry looked at the family tree chart again, and noticed that after that name, there was a line of small letters, which was the date of birth and death of Sirius's brother, apparently about fifteen years ago.

"yes," Sirius said with a mocking smile on his face, "that stupid idiot...... He joined the ranks of the Death Eaters. ”

"You're kidding!" Harry looked shocked.

Clark then spoke.

"Harry, in those chaotic times, most of the wizards of the pureblood family were on Voldemort's side.

After all, with the development of the times, the progress of society, the absence of persecution by the Holy See, and the implementation of the "Wizarding Secrecy Law", there are more and more half-blood wizards and wizards from Muggle families.

The growing number of half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards naturally touched the interests of many pure-blood wizarding families.

After all, these people also have to eat, work, and even enter the Ministry of Magic.

In this historical context, pure-blood wizards naturally believed that Voldemort's claims were correct, and it became a common thing to favor maintaining the purity of wizarding bloodline and exclude Muggle-born wizards. ”

"Yes, his temperament is too weak, and he actually believes the nonsense of his parents—as a member of the Black family, he is born noble...... In fact, he is not suitable to do that kind of thing at all, he does not have that ability. Sirius said with hatred.

At this point, Clarke could not agree with Sirius, it was this Regulus Black, at the last moment of his life, who bravely embraced death and took away Voldemort's "Horcrux" hidden in the middle of the lake.

He even sacrificed himself for the sake of a house-elf!

"So- were your parents Death Eaters too?" Harry asked Sirius.

"No, that's not it." Sirius shook his head in denial.

Although they agreed with Voldemort, they were all timid and flinched when they found that Voldemort would do anything to gain power.

But I think my parents must have thought that Regulus was a brave little hero when he got on the hook in the first place. ”

"I can't say that." Clarke had good things to say about Sirius's parents.

"Judging by the sparse situation of the Black family at that time, they were no longer allowed to go on any greater adventures.

However, in the case of increasingly fierce conflicts, the pure-blood faction represented by Voldemort will not let your family sit on the sidelines, so your brother has to join in as a last resort, he may not be happy to join in, and your parents must be very worried.

It's just that you, as the eldest son, were not at home at that time, and he could only carry this burden. ”

Clarke's words left Sirius speechless, and he could only remain silent.

At this time, Harry hurriedly played the round and asked with some uncertainty, "Then was he killed by the Aurors?" ”

"Oh, no, no," Sirius said, "and that's the most ridiculous thing, he was killed by Voldemort, whom he worshipped. Or, more likely, he was killed at the behest of Voldemort. ”

"Actually, I suspect that Regulus is not that important, and it is up to Voldemort to kill him himself.

From what I knew after his death, he was already deep in Voldemort's ranks, and then he was terrified of what was being asked of him and wanted to quit.

Alas, you can't hand Voldemort a resignation report and be done. Either sell your life for life, or die. ”

"Mourning!" Harry said dryly, not knowing how to comfort him.

"Alright, that's all in the past." Sirius wiped his face, vaguely wiping a little tear from the corner of his eye, just in case Harry and they saw it.

"Honestly, I haven't seen this thing in years."

"This is Phineas Nigelles...... My great-grandfather, do you see that? …… He is arguably the most unpopular Headmaster in Hogwarts history...... One. ”

Sirius pointed to the names on the family tree and showed them to Harry.

"And the Tower of Aramin? · Melifren ...... My mother's cousin...... Trying to force a Ministry of Magic decree to legalize the killing of Muggles......"

"And my dear Aunt Elladora...... The family tradition of cutting off the heads of house-elves when they were too old to hold a plate was the ...... she pioneered."

"Of course, whenever there is a decent person in the family, they declare that they will disown him."

Sirius pouted, apparently he was one of the decent people.

Clark was also intrigued by the tapestry, and he saw his father's aunt, Lyuklisa Black, the eldest daughter of the fourth generation of the Black family, who later married Ignatius Prewit of the House of Purwitt, the brother of Clarke's grandfather.

"So, we're still distantly related?" Sirius followed Clark's gaze and noticed his aunt's husband's last name.

"yes, if that's the case, I'll have to call you cousin."

Both laughed.

In addition to this, Clark also saw Harfon Longbottom of the Longbottom family, Melania McMillan of the McMillan family, Ursula Flint of the Flint family, and Lysandra Yaxley of the Yaxley family......

This map includes most of the pure-blood wizard families in the entire wizarding world, compiling a large net, which is nothing more than the Blake family's pride in "eternal purity".

Clark even saw Lucius Malfoy in it, with a double strand of gold connecting him to Narcissa Black, and then a single vertical strand of gold connecting from their name to Draco Malfoy's name.

"You're related to the Malfoys!"

Harry's voice was so loud that Clark couldn't tell if he was talking about himself or Sirius.