"Harry, it's normal for pure-blood families to marry each other."

Clark looked at Harry and said helplessly, "If you only want your children to marry pure-bloods, then your options are very limited. ”

"Yes," Sirius sighed, "Pure pure-blood wizards like us are actually not much left in the wizarding world, after all, bloodlines can't be eaten, and many wizarding families that claim to be pure in their bloodlines have disappeared into the long river of history." ”

"That can't be said of that," Clark disagreed, "The magic of wizards is rooted in the bloodline, and this way of dissolving magic in the blood and passing it on for a long time is long gone in today's wizarding world. ”

"Therefore, in order to pass on the strength of the family smoothly, maintaining the bloodline concentration has become a way to do it.

I remember that your Black family uses crows, stars, and skeletons as their emblems, and the power inherited in your bloodline seems to be based on dying and guiding the undead......

Clark remembered the ending of Sirius in the original book, the last heir of the family who died and guided the undead as the inheritance, but in the end he couldn't predict his death, isn't this a kind of backlash of bloodline power?

He and Sirius were chatting there, and Harry looked at the family tree chart of the Black family, but found a strange name on it:

Bellatrix Black, a double strand connecting her to the name of Rodolphus Lestrange.

"Lestrange ......" Harry covered his head and moaned loudly, looking like he was in pain.

These two names touched something in his memory, like an introduction, pulling out many images—castles, corridors, red lights, wails, prisoners, tides......

Harry was sure he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where it was for a moment, and it gave him a strange, eerie feeling.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Sirius saw Harry's painful appearance and hurriedly helped him up, asking with concern.

"I think I've seen them there." Harry's headache eased a little, and he said with some uncertainty.

"No way," Sirius said with certainty, "they were locked up in Azkaban, and I remember very well that she and her husband were in the cell opposite me when I was locked up there. ”

When he said this, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if that bad experience was very uncomfortable just thinking about it.

"Azkaban!" Harry suddenly understood, the fragments of images in his mind were now connected by this word, the dream he had at Clark's house last night, the dream that had happened in Azkaban prison.

Sirius, unaware that Harry had recovered from his recovery, saw him standing there in a daze, and continued:

Bellatrix and her husband, Rodolphus, went in with Barty Crouch Jr., and Rodolphus' brother, Rabastan, was with them.

They didn't give up after Voldemort fell, and they committed a very serious crime......"

"They were saved by Voldemort!" Harry eagerly interrupted Sirius, "I saw Voldemort in Azkaban, he saved these Death Eaters!"

Clark and Sirius looked at him in shock.

"You...... See it with your own eyes? Clark asked, confused.

Harry hesitated.

"No...... But I saw it in my dreams! "Voldemort came back to life, right in Azkaban, hatched from a big red egg, and he tortured the woman, the ...... Bellatrix! ”

Clarke and Sirius looked at each other, and in the end, Sirius said with a smile in his eyes.

"Harry, maybe it was just a dream? Bellatrix and they were all imprisoned in Azkaban, and I haven't heard of Azkaban being taken by Voldemort now.

Moreover...... An egg! Voldemort hatched from an egg? The joke wasn't funny at all, though he did look like a viper. ”

"But......" Harry opened to speak, but Clark interrupted him.

"Well, Harry, it's not that we don't believe you, it's just that this story you said, this dream, is really ...... It's just so bizarre. ”

Sirius nodded in agreement, much to Harry's dismay.

"Yes, everyone knows that Bellatrix madwoman is the most loyal lackey of the mystery man, and the mystery man is also the most favored by her.

So I believe that the mysterious man tortured or killed a Muggle, tortured Bellatrix, and that was a joke. ”

Clarke tapped Harry on the shoulder and joked, "I know you're in a hurry to move in with Sirius, but it's not like you've had such nightmares at my house." ”

Harry was speechless, and he even began to wonder if he really had a nightmare, as Clark had said.

But that nightmare is too realistic.

But before he could continue to think about it, Sirius waved his hand, "Okay, don't look at this, the name on it is not pretty." ”

He thought that Harry's words were just the effect of seeing these names, and Harry could only keep his mouth shut completely.

"Let's fulfill our promise first," Sirius said to Clarke, as he led them away from the genealogical tapestry, "There are also some collections on this floor, not the most precious, but you might be interested. ”

Sirius Black pointed to the dusty glass-door cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece, "You can pick and choose for yourself. ”

As he spoke, he easily wanted to open the tightly covered curtains next to him.

Suddenly, Sirius let out an expletive, and Clark turned to see the long, yellow-green velvet curtain buzzing as if there were many invisible bees flying inside.

The next moment, several adult foxes flew out of the folds of the curtains.

They are covered in thick black hair, have two arms and two legs, and have the shape of a human, but they are very small.

Well, that's more annoying than bees.

As a pest of the wizarding world, the fox is often mistaken for a fairy by Muggles, but it is a very different creature from a fairy.

They are more ferocious and annoying than fairies, not only do they reproduce quickly, they can lay five hundred eggs at a time, but they are also very fierce and love to eat things, so sometimes even people will be in their raid list.

It's like a mix of moths, termites, bees, and mosquitoes.

Just now, Blake's hand was bitten by them.

At this moment, these little things disturbed by Sirius were buzzing and flapping their sparkling wings like beetles, their small jagged teeth exposed, and their four small fists clenched tightly in anger, as if they wanted to continue the attack.

Clark blinked at this, and used his psychic power to control the foxes and stun them.

"Hasn't Kreacher cleaned in more than ten years?" Sirius said hatefully.

"Maybe it's because he's old......" Harry said.

"Nope! Kreacher can do whatever he wants, and what he can do is sure to surprise you. ”

Sirius pinched his injured finger and sat down on a hollow armchair in the middle, then screamed in disgust and jumped up—

He looked down and put his mind at ease, it wasn't alive, it didn't hurt, it didn't matter—it was just a nest of dead fluff.

Clark forced a smile and said to him, "I remember that Kitsune's teeth are poisonous, so I think it's best for you to take a little antidote." ”

Sirius found that his fingers were indeed as Clark had said, and the wound from the fox bite was getting more and more painful and itchy, and even the fingers had swollen to look like carrots.

"There seems to be an antidote in my room, you guys play here for a while, Clark, you still pick those things, I'll go up first."

With that, without waiting for Harry and Clark to react, he strode upstairs.

The master was not there, and Clark focused his attention on the cabinet in front of him.

Like the rest of the room, the two glass cabinets in front of him, which should have been gorgeous and dazzling, were now very dirty, covered in dust and slimy black gelatin.

The magic objects inside the cabinet are also very strange, and they seem to be reluctant to leave the dusty shelves.

Clark opened the cabinet door and began to carefully tidy it up.

These include:

A magic dagger, but unfortunately it doesn't seem to have been forged by a goblin, and has become rusty without any maintenance.

The claws of an unknown animal, the well-informed Clark thought it was a thunderbird's, but it was also almost lost in magic because of time, and only a little faint current could make people's fingertips feel numb.

A coiled magic snake skin, this is a good thing, the material of the snake skin is very tough, whether it is for leather armor or belts, it is very suitable.

In addition, there is a clear crystal bottle with an opal inlaid with half a bottle of thick blood inside.

Because the bottle was tightly sealed, there was still a lot of magic in the blood, and Clark didn't open it, but he counted it in the deal.

Because he could see that this was the essence blood of the ocelot, which had a strong amplification effect on psychic spells, and was also an important raw material for the elixir.

In addition to this, Harry found a silver snuff box and was about to pick it up to check it out, but was stopped by Clarke.

He reached out his wand and poked at the snuffbox, which immediately struck Harry into the wand with a hard bite.

"It's supposed to be sarcoma powder." Clark subdued the snuffbox, carefully opened it, and took a look.

"It's a prop that wizards use to tease Muggles, and if you get it on it, you'll have an ugly crust on your skin."

Harry took a few steps back, not daring to touch these things anymore.

But before he could retract his hand, it looked particularly ugly, like a silver utensil with many legs, and it was crawling up Harry's arm like a spider, and trying to puncture his skin.

Fortunately, Clark had a quick eye and picked up a book called "Born Noble: A Wizard's Genealogy" and slapped it to death.

"What are these things!" Harry was taken aback.

Clarke was not surprised by this, "Obviously, these are some dark magic items from the Black family's collection, and of course, more dangerously, Sirius should have put it away." ”

He picked up a music box casually, and as soon as he twisted the clockwork, the music box faintly emitted the ominous music of Ding Ding Dongdong.

Clark just thought the music was weird and ugly, but when he turned his head, he found that Harry had somehow become weak, lethargic and lethargic, and lay down on the dusty couch.

So he quickly closed the lid of the box, but by now Harry was already asleep.

Well, Clark didn't wake him up, just continued to look inside the glass cabinet.

Then, suddenly, he saw his target, a dusty souvenir box in a glass case.

It was Voldemort's Horcrux, the Slytherin's locket!

Clark didn't expect this thing to be so blatantly placed here.

Next to it, is a whole bunch of antique seals.

In addition, there is a dusty box containing a Merlin Order of the First Degree, which was awarded to Sirius's grandfather for his "service to the Ministry of Magic".

and a large gold ring engraved with the Black family logo and a family photograph set in a silver frame.

Clark ignored the useless stuff and focused on the locket.

There is absolutely no mistake, Clark has deliberately looked for the portraits of the four founders of Hogwarts, and in the portraits,

The locket that Salazar Slytherin wore on his chest was exactly the same as the one in front of him.

Above the silver locket, in the center, an emerald-inlaid letter with a capital letter "S" is covered in a transparent crystal like a curved viper.

Serpent + "S" + Emerald, this is a Slytherin family logo, and anyone who knows a little about the history of magic or the heraldic science of pure-blood wizard families will know what this letter really means.

And around the uppercase "S" letter, there is a circle of strange lines that resemble feathers and resemble the teeth of poisonous snakes.

The intricacies of the style seem to convey some kind of ancient text, conveying some kind of message.

Clark could only vaguely make out that several of the letters were astrological symbols, which seemed to involve the measurement of the relative angles of the planets and their relationship to each other.

As for the rest, Clark didn't recognize it, but he could perceive it.

There was a subtle force circulating between these strange ornaments, not a dull golden light flashing over them, converging from the eight corners of the locket to the emerald in the center.

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