Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 36 Phineas Nigellus Black

Kreacher led Peter, Harry, and Ron up to the doors of the dusty, musty bedrooms upstairs, where Harry and Ron were put in one room and Peter alone in the other.

Every time they turned a corner, Kreacher would bow respectfully and stretch out Jake's slack arm to guide them.

He kept babbling, and Peter could hear "dirty bastard" and "what will my mistress say about poor old Kreacher?"

Sirius wasn't with them. He went sullenly up another flight of stairs, trudged into a more imposing bedroom upstairs, and slammed the door behind him.

Peter was not surprised by Sirius' indifference. He broke up with his family when he was a student, and 12 Grimmauld Place was a place full of unhappiness for him.

The bedroom Peter lived in was very old and had a strong musty smell, but the luxury of the past could be seen from the intricate reliefs on the furniture and the exquisite silverware on the table.

He sat on the bed, ready to rest, when there was a knock on the door, he opened the door and saw that it was Harry and Ron.

"What's the matter?" Peter asked as he let them in.

"It's nothing," Harry said a little embarrassedly, "Um...are we really going to have a celebration banquet here? This house is too gloomy, and I don't feel any festive atmosphere."

"Your parents will come tomorrow, and it will be lively here." Peter said with a smile.

"Then... um... why don't we just go to my house? Or... to Ron's." Harry said as he sat down beside Peter's bed with Ron.

Ron also nodded in agreement. The spider just now scared him a lot. More spiders may come down from the ancient chandelier of this house at any time.

"As you already know, it's all because of Kreacher." Peter explained.

"Actually, we can take Kreacher with us and go to Godric's Hollow together," said Harry.

Peter shook his head, "Kreacher will not leave Grimmauld Square for half a step. He is still obeying the orders of his former owner and guarding this home that has become an empty shell."

"If Hermione knew, she'd feel sorry for Kreacher," said Ron.

Harry and Ron accepted that the banquet had to be held in a place even more eerie than Snape's dungeon.

They told Peter that there was a rustling noise in the next room.

This made Ron a little scared. He was afraid that there might be a nest of spiders hiding in the room, or something even scarier. They came here just to ask Peter to help them find the source of the sound.

Peter drew out his wand and led Harry and Ron to the door of the next room.

Harry and Ron were a little nervous.

Black magic has been passed down from generation to generation in the ancient Black family, and the evil hidden in this house made Peter dare not take it lightly.

He was also disturbed by the muffled noises in the abandoned square outside the gate.

He walked cautiously into Harry and Ron's bedroom, the children following him.

This bedroom was a little more modest and dimly lit than Peter's.

There are two beds in the middle of the floor, and a blank oil painting hangs on the wall.

He also heard the sound in the room, the sound rising and falling, like the breathing of a sleeping person.

He held up his wand, followed the sound to the blank oil painting, and confirmed that the sound came from here.

At the bottom of the dark canvas is a small gold plaque that reads "Phineas Nigellus Blake (1847-1926)."

Peter put away his wand. "False alarm, it's just a portrait," he said to Harry and Ron. "Sleep, there's no danger in the room."

"What is this portrait of?" Harry asked.

"It's written here," Peter pointed to the small sign.

"As far as I know, Phineas Nigellus Black was Sirius'—" he counted the generations in his mind, "—great-great-grandfather. He was a Hogwarts headmaster."

Harry and Ron looked at each other with admiration.

"To be precise, he is the only headmaster who came from a Slytherin house in Hogwarts for thousands of years, and he is deeply hated by the students..."

Harry and Ron's faces darkened at the sound of "Slytherin."

"I don't like Slytherin house," Ron murmured. "My dad doesn't like Slytherin either. They're a different kind of person from us."

"Oh oh oh, arrogant and impolite young man." A greasy voice came from the portrait.

Phineas Nigellus appears in frame.

His college was so harshly criticized by Ron, he seemed a little sullen.

"Who are these two children?" Phineas Nigellus turned to Peter and asked arrogantly.

"This is Harry Potter, and this is Ronald Weasley," Peter replied.

"A very unteachable child," remarked Phineas Nigellus, "who speaks of Slytherin House-Slytherin House was created by the great Salazar Slytherin himself, and Slytherin The blood of man is the noblest and purest."

"It's wrong to judge a person by blood, my parents taught me so," Harry retorted angrily.

"Who are your parents?" Phineas Nigellus asked.

Harry didn't answer, feeling that Phineas was likely to speak harshly of his parents, especially his mother.

After a pause, Phineas Nigellus felt that Harry would probably not answer, so he continued.

"The power of wizards comes from blood. Even you two ineffective children have my magic blood. Pure blood condenses pure magic. Allowing Muggles to enter the world of wizards will definitely lead to the demise of magic."

Harry and Ron glanced at each other. They didn't know that they had Black ancestors.

"Then, Professor Black, what do you think of Voldemort?" Peter said with a smile in a probing tone.

"Huh?" Phineas put one hand over his ear, pretending not to hear Peter's words clearly.

"Voldemort, like you, came from Slytherin College. His philosophy is to eliminate wizards with impure blood and rule Muggles. For this reason, he kills like a bunch of people. What do you think of him?" Peter repeated.

"Oh—forgive me, I don't know much about the teaching of Hogwarts in later generations, has there been such a person in our Slytherin house?" Phineas said with feigned surprise, "Oh, it's too late now I'm going back to the principal's office right now."

He strode out of the frame.

Before leaving the portrait, he suddenly added: "Take time to investigate Slytherin's relics, the truth may lie in it, good night."

"Did Dumbledore ask you to tell us the last sentence?" Peter asked.

"I'm not interested in Albus Dumbledore's nonsense," Phineas said, leaving the frame.

(End of this chapter)