Sirius spread his hands and pulled over a sturdy wooden chair, looking at the Black family coat of arms engraved on it with disgust.

A butt sat up:

"Okay, okay, I'll just wait here, clean the foyer, and work on how to get my mother's portrait off the wall."

Unable to insult Blake directly, Kreacher walked out of the room with a low sob, cursing Sirius in a whisper with words he had never heard before.

The four little ones had already jumped to the very top, and they were ready to clean up from here.

The Black family's mansion was so large that it seemed to have cast a Traceless Stretching Charm, which made the five-story building look like a labyrinthine castle.

It didn't take long for the four little ones to run down, and Ron said with a very experienced look:

"All the velvet curtains have a lot of foxes hidden in them, and we need a lot of foxes killers."

This doesn't take into account that magic is much less effective on living things than on dead things.

Malfoy clasped his hands to his chest and praised him very abnormally, "Weasley, it seems that you are quite talented in housework, unlike me, who can't do anything." ”

"Really? No, it's just that I often watch my mother do housework, and I just hear it. Ron said with some embarrassment.

Harry and Hermione next to him were already covering their faces and couldn't bear to look at them directly, not praising you, Ron!

After arguing for a while, it was through Blake's proposal that Zhang Xiao learned that there was actually a store for elves to buy things, and they didn't need to bring money, but bookkeeping.

If the master needs something, let the elf buy it, and the account will be recorded in the master's family, and it will be settled in January.

The next time they had to write a long list and give it to the elves.

Fortunately, the elves are very fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, they come back with large bags of things.

The little wizards each held a large bottle of Kitsune Killer filled with black liquid.

Malfoy also filled his small satchel with quite a few Mrs. Skoll brand all-purpose miracle stain removers.

The crowd dispersed again, and Zhang Xiao led Kreacher to the foyer on the second floor, where he remembered that in the original book, it seemed that he had found the Slytherin locket.

It's just that in the original book, the old mansion has been initially cleaned by the members of the Order of the Phoenix, but at this moment, it is like it has been deserted for decades, with thick dust everywhere, and the carpet with exquisite patterns has become a black and rotten thing that is difficult to see.

It's hard to imagine how Kreacher survived here, or what he had been doing in the decade since Mrs. Black Sr. died.

"Light!"

Zhang Xiao snapped her fingers again, pinching her waist to look at the illuminated and extremely dirty living room. muttered to himself in a low voice:

"I love magic!"

He drew his wand and waved it widely:

"The whirlwind sweeps away! The whirlwind sweeps away! The whirlwind sweeps away! The whirlwind sweeps away! ”

The wind seemed to have a special attraction to roll up a large puff of smoke and dust around it, and soon a large gray wind ball condensed in the center of the room, and the thick dust almost formed a solid body inside.

Zhang Xiao stabbed his wand forward, like a sharp sword stabbed forward:

"Clean up!"

I saw that the smoke ball that had gathered dust shone like a crack, and the smoke ball twisted and shrank rapidly, and finally disappeared.

Zhang Xiao put down her wand and gasped slightly.

Only Kreacher stood behind him and glanced at Zhang Xiao with awe-inspiring eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "Powerful, honorable little young master." ”

This set of actions seems simple, but in fact, it is supported by strong strength, and the lower and upper limits of the spell are very high.

Hermione was able to use the spell in her first year, and even in her second year, she was able to use Repair as before.

But the most she can do with her new cleanup is to remove the words from the parchment, some small stains.

Even some housewives who are relatively proficient in family magic will never let Zhang Xiao clear this ball of smoke and dust like this.

After the dust was removed, the whole large living room looked much more pleasing to the eye, and the paint of the furniture had long since peeled off, revealing the undertone of the wood underneath, although it looked dilapidated.

But you can still see the glory and wealth of the Black family.

Zhang Xiao tried to use the repair on the things here, but it can only be said that the effect is limited, the effect of the repair spell is quite powerful, but the longer it has been experienced, the worse the effect.

It's like using it against an artifact, and it's hard to make it look freshly baked.

After a few attempts and only a little bit of a fix, Zhang Xiao simply gave up this thankless job.

It's not bad for money, so why bother.

He walked over to the glass-door cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece.

It was crammed with all sorts of odd things: a collection of rusty daggers, animal claws, a coiled snakeskin, and a large pile of dull and blackened silver boxes.

It is engraved with words that Zhang Xiao can't understand, like a fairy text and a runi script.

The most uncomfortable thing was a decorative crystal bottle with a large opal embedded in the stopper, and the bottle was filled with something resembling blood.

Zhang Xiao waved his wand, and the cabinet opened automatically, and the contents flew up and landed in front of the large box that had been prepared a long time ago.

Kreacher suddenly asked in his hoarse voice:

"Honorable little master, what are you going to do with the Black family's property?"

Zhang Xiao waved his wand to guide these things to fly into the cardboard box, and replied easily:

"Don't worry, Kreacher, Sirius only lent me the right to use it temporarily, but the house still belongs to the Black family.

I'm going to find a room upstairs that's big enough to keep them in a room that I won't throw away or sell.

If you're not sure, I can take care of these things to you, and you just need to take care of them. ”

Kreacher widened his gray eyes, looked at Zhang Xiao in disbelief, and asked eagerly:

"Honorable little master, are you telling the truth?

These things won't be cleared? Can I be responsible for guarding the Black family's property? ”

Zhang Xiao nodded, lifted the almost piled large boxes with the levitation technique, and walked downstairs.

"Kreacher, if we get along a little longer, you'll know that I'm never joking."

Kreacher bent down deeply, and the big nose almost touched the floor, almost crying with joy:

"Thank you, gracious, great, honorable young master!"

"Malfoy, Hermione, come over here and see what we've found!"

In one room, Harry shouted loudly, quickly covering half of his face with a tea towel, and the dusty little witch and the equally grizzled brother ran from the other room.

"Potter, do you know that you have to concentrate when you work, otherwise we won't be able to finish it in a few days according to this method!"

Malfoy dusted off his clothes and looked at Harry and Ron with unkind expressions, Harry had called them about four or five times in the past hour.

Whether it's particularly ugly, like a pair of multi-legged tweezers, or a whole bunch of antique seals, or even a Merlin Order of the First Degree. can make Harry scream.

One in particular, there was also a music box, and as soon as the clockwork was twisted, there was a faint sound of ominous music of Ding Ding Dongdong, and then they all found themselves inexplicably weak and drowsy.

If Hermione hadn't made a quick decision and quickly closed the lid, I'm afraid that several little wizards would have to be put down by it.

It was this box that made Malfoy furious, urging the seemingly brainless Gryffindor to take care of his recklessness.

Don't try to touch something you don't understand.

Malfoy couldn't comprehend the palm of a monster that clearly looked wrong, and placed it upright in the glass case.

Why did Harry have the strange thought of 'this thing seems interesting, shake hands with it'?

What's even more outrageous is that after Harry was caught by this hand, it took a lot of effort to rescue him, and in the blink of an eye, Ron shook it again!

These Gryffindors have big in their heads!

Only Granger could barely make Malfoy look at it, as long as her little furry head that belonged to Gryffindor didn't suddenly pop up, otherwise Ravenclaw's body would still be very cautious about handling things.

"This time it's different! Look at this tapestry—" Harry waved his hand and pointed in amazement at the huge tapestry, which looked very old and old, and the color had faded, as if the fox had chewed it in several places.

But the embroidered gold thread still shone, and they clearly saw a family tree that dates back to the Middle Ages.

On the top of the tapestry are several large letters: The noble and oldest Black family is forever pure

Malfoy snorted, shook his head and said, "Pure-blood lineage tapestry, I have one at home, but it's not as big. ”

He looked at it and added, sighing, "Even the oldest of the pure-blooded Black family, the pedigree tapestry is as thin as a piece of paper compared to Zhang's

If Zhang's family also used such a tapestry, it is estimated that the house would have to be filled. ”

Gryffindor's little friend stuck out his tongue, and it had long been rumored in the school that Zhang's family was unfathomable, and the long history was terrifying, even older than the wizarding world in England.

But most people think that this is bragging, and Slytherin, who knows the specific facts, is secretive, not that they don't want to say, but it is really more than 3,200 years. No one believes it!

Hermione's gaze wandered back and forth over the tapestry, matching the names on it to what she had learned in the history of magic, when suddenly her gaze rested on one name:

"Look! Phineas Nigelus! It was supposed to be Sirius's great-great-grandfather. ”

Ron Harry and Malfoy looked at the name together and asked neatly, "Hermione/Granger, who is he?" ”

The little witch's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the dazed trio:

"You've never paid attention to the history of Hogwarts, have you?

He used to be the Headmaster of Hogwarts!

And the most unpopular headmaster in history, it is said that during his tenure, Muggle discrimination within the school reached its peak! ”

Hermione looked down again, pointing to another name:

"Alaminta Melifren - Trying to force a Ministry of Magic decree legalizing the killing of Muggles!"

The trio gasped again: "Is she crazy?" ”

"Yes, that's why she's left her name in the history of magic—the craziest decree proposal in history."

The little witch pursed her lips, evidently disgusted with the man.

Harry shrugged, "Well, these are all accidents, I want to call you here, mainly this-"

He pointed to a spot in the tapestry, and everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.

A two-strand gold thread connects Narcissa Black to Lucius Malfoy.

Then a single strand of vertical gold thread connected from their name to Draco Malfoy's.

"Look! Malfoy is also on it. ”

The young master looked at Harry who was making a fuss speechlessly, as if he was looking at a troll:

"Please, I've been shouting Uncle Black, that if you don't use it, you can donate your brains to someone in need, like Professor Snape.

He persuaded Gryffindor many times to show courage and bravely contribute his brain to Potions. ”

Hermione, Harry, and Ron glared at him.

Malfoy's output is still not over:

"Pure-blood families are related to each other, such as Aunt Molly of the Weasley family, who is from the Puwetts."

Suddenly, Malfoy closed his mouth and said nothing.

Harry and Ron were listening in fascination and couldn't help but ask:

"Malfoy, go on! I would also like to know what kind of kinship we have. ”

Hermione pinched her chin, looked at the tapestry thoughtfully, and suddenly pointed to a name and said:

"This man married into the Potter family, it looks like it was Harry, your grandfather's generation, and this one married into the Weasleys—"

"Oh my God! That's my grandma! ”

Ron clutched his head and shouted in surprise.

"So." A look of sudden realization flashed in Hermione's eyes, and she smashed her palm with her fist: "I understand!

Ron, Harry, according to this pedigree, you're all Malfoy's—uncle! (According to Chinese custom, it should be uncle)"

Uncle?

Harry and Ron were stunned for a moment, then looked at Malfoy, whose faces were getting whiter.

Hey hey uncle!

A large number of strange things were gathered in the foyer, short swords, books, ornaments, dinner plates, silverware, armor, and photographs.

Compared with the four little ones who touch the fish, the movements of the elves can be said to be at their peak, and they who specialize in housekeeping magic are comparable to a team.

Sweeping the entire mansion at an almost unbelievable speed.

Rain also a serious report:

"The most honorable and benevolent young master, there is a Boggart in the writing desk on the third floor, and there is a ghoul in the closet on the fourth floor, and 528 suspected black magic products have been found."

Sirius was about to scratch his neat hair into a chicken nest, and he looked helplessly at the piles of things everywhere, and said with a headache:

"Zhang, you say, how about I throw them all away?"

Thrown it all? The corners of Zhang Xiao's mouth twitched, I have seen a loser, I have never seen such a loser, many of the silver tableware of the Black family are the most exquisite fairy silverware in the 15th century, and they are quite sought after in the market.

Many wizarding families are proud of one or two things, but here it exists in sets.

And this is only an inconspicuous part of the huge debris, if it is really thrown away, it is estimated that the garbage dump will break out into a bloody battle that will not stop to the death.

Only those who stand last have the right to pick up the garbage.

In Zhang Xiao's gaze, Sirius made a French greeting gift:

"Okay, okay, I don't throw it, I'll identify it, I'll identify it"

Zhang Xiao looked at the things in front of him with some regret, although the things were scattered, but he had also looked at the cabinet in the original book, and there was no pendant box, and there were no of these things.

Not far away, Kreacher watched as things were sorted out and then sent upstairs by the elves to a spacious room that was cleaned, and even the pictures that Sirius hated were wrapped up one by one.

It looked at it for a long time, and then seemed to have finally made up its mind, shuffled its pace, and disappeared into the darkness.

When it appeared, it was already dragging a dirty and broken hemp bag, looking at Zhang Xiao with gray eyes, revealing a hint of begging, and said in a low voice:

"Honorable little master, old Kreacher has some things here. Can you put it in that room together? ”

Zhang Xiao looked at the mess of clutter that Kreacher had fallen to the ground, and a dusty pendant box with a small silver snake bent into an S-shape.

I've finally found you. Slytherin's Locket Box.

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)