Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 38 The Black Family

Kreacher interrupted these unpleasant topics very well, and everyone agreed not to talk about Voldemort and the mysterious attacker in front of Kreacher.

Lunch ended with chatter and reminiscence, Harry was stuffed with fruit syrup pies, and Kreacher was an eccentric but good cook.

After dinner, Kreacher muttered some dirty words while clearing the table.

Hermione graciously stood up to help him, promoting her vomiting society by example.

"Stay away from Kreacher!" Kreacher huddled in disgust as soon as Hermione approached, "If my mistress sees two dirty Mudbloods—"

"Shut up! Don't call Lily and Hermione that!" Sirius roared.

Kreacher immediately slammed his head against the corner of the table, Sirius seemed to have been prepared, he quickly stretched out a long big hand, and grabbed him roughly.

"I won't allow you to punish yourself! I don't want to hear from you again today!" he yelled at Kreacher.

Kreacher stopped, shut his mouth tightly, and looked at Sirius with resentful eyes.

"Sirius, don't be like this, I think he is very pitiful...he became so sick because he was enslaved." Hermione said timidly.

However, for Hermione's kindness, Kreacher did not appreciate Hermione's kindness at all. He made a pantomime movement expressing "disgusting", walked away from her and Lily as if avoiding a pool of filth, and continued to clean up the dining table.

"See now, the theory of blood has penetrated into his bone marrow, and he is hopeless, just like the Black family." Sirius said disgustedly.

The dining table was cleared, and James happily took out two boxes of wizard chess.

"Ron, Hermione, Harry was able to pass the first test of the Triwizard Cup thanks to your support. These two boxes of wizard chess are gifts from me and Lily."

Hearing what James said, Ron blushed as if he was about to burn.

"What's wrong with you, Ron?" Lily asked carefully.

"He's fine, don't worry about him," said Hermione slyly.

Then Lily took out two vials of colorless potion and gave them to Peter and Sirius.

"This is the best powerful antidote I have ever made. It can detoxify many kinds of poisons," she said, "Um...Thank you so much for protecting Harry. I don't want you to be in danger."

"This is what we should do." Peter said with a smile.

At this time, Ron had already disassembled the wizard chess, and set up the chess pieces to play against Hermione. James sat aside and watched with great interest.

"Wait, you can use some of this first." James said, mysteriously taking out a bottle of purple-red potion with a nozzle.

He pressed the nozzle and sprayed it on the chessboard, the chess pieces became shiny, and the knight seemed to have a special effect of sword energy when he swung the sword.

"This is the latest product from Potter's Potion Store, which can improve the visual experience of playing Wizard Chess," he said.

"Look, James likes this kind of useless potion." Lily said with a smile.

Ron and Hermione began to play chess, and everyone gathered around happily to watch. When Ron's bishop knocked down one of Hermione's soldiers, it emitted a blinding red light, much like a real stun spell.

Peter walked away from the table, still thinking about what Phineas Nigellus had said.

What are Slytherin's relics?What does it have to do with the attack?

Peter didn't believe that the portrait of Phineas Nigellus cared so much about the attack, he was just Dumbledore's mouthpiece.

Dumbledore must have investigated something by being away from school for so long.

Peter went back to the bedroom where he lived in last night and glanced at the portrait of Phineas Nigellus, which was empty.

He created a magical space in the room to improve his ability to feel magic.

The Black family is one of the Sacred 28, and if it weren't for Sirius, Dumbledore's people might never have been allowed into the old house of the most conservative family in the wizarding world.

Seven centuries into the house, it was so old that it was not out of the question that among the dusty silver and dark artefacts were hidden relics of Slytherin's lost past.

He felt it carefully, and the surroundings were filled with the aura left by all kinds of powerful black magic.

There is no spellcasting without leaving a trace, and for seven centuries, the Blacks have left a timeless echo here.

Following the magic trace, Peter moved slowly in the house.

He found a blood-stained short sword, a silver box engraved with runes (which he did not risk opening), a crystal bottle with an opal stopper, and many other objects of precious metal bearing the arms of House Black.

"What are you doing, Wormtail?" Sirius joined in, seeing his behavior.

"I'm trying to find the Slytherin relics," said Peter, "but there's too much distraction here to get anything."

"I also think there are too many unpleasant things in here," said Sirius. "I will clean up all this garbage when I have time."

He picked up a dusty box containing the Order of Merlin, First Class, and a small gold plaque at the bottom of the box was inscribed "In recognition of the Honorable Mr. Arcturus Black for his service to the Ministry of Magic." outstanding contribution".

"In other words, a large sum of gold to the Ministry of Magic." Sirius said contemptuously.

As he spoke, he threw the medal and the box into a large garbage bag, and walked to a worn-out tapestry.

"I'd be the first to throw this thing away if I could," Sirius' face became more and more gloomy, "but this thing has a permanent sticking spell behind it."

This tapestry is very old, and many places have faded. There is a family tree map embroidered with gold thread on it, and the splendor of the past can be vaguely seen.

Embroidered on the top of the tapestry is a string of Latin words: "The noble house of Black is always pure."

Sirius sneered, and pointed to the last line of the family tree with his wand, "This is me."

There it says: "Sirius Black (1960-)"

"You know, my parents planned to remove me from the family because I was sorted into Gryffindor and scoffed at their pure blood theory. But then I killed Snape and went to Azkaban , my parents changed their minds..." he said darkly.

Peter didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer.

"They may feel that I am more proud in Azkaban than in Gryffindor," he said with a sneer, "Azkaban has always been very suitable for the Black family."

He pointed at another name with his wand, "Bellatrix Lestrange, my cousin—you should know her, but I hardly ever met her, she was a Death Eater. Murder is punishable by life imprisonment."

Peter nodded, having watched Bella torture a Muggle to death.

"And this, my weak brother Regulus... If he is still alive, he will probably be imprisoned in Azkaban for life."

Sirius tapped the letters with his wand: "Reculus Black (1961-1979)"

"I've met him a few times, and it is said that he was executed by Voldemort for quitting the organization," Peter said.

(End of this chapter)