All things are three at Hogwarts

"You're not on top!" Allen said, looking at the bottom line of the family tree.

"It was up there." Sirius said, pointing to a small blackened round hole in the tapestry, like a cigarette burn mark.

"My dear old mother destroyed me after I ran away from home. Kreacher loved to whisper this story."

"You ran away from home?"

"I was about sixteen," said Sirius, "and I had had enough."

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

Sirius suddenly fell silent for a long time before he said: "James's house."

Alan rubbed his nose, pretending to be suddenly interested in the tapestry.

A name at the bottom of the family tree caught his attention: Regulus Black. The birth date is followed by a death date approximately fifteen years ago.

Sirius also bent down and looked at the tapestry more closely.

This performance made Allen more confident in his judgment. Sirius may not have the same ideas as his family, but this does not mean that he does not love his family and does not expect the warmth of the family.

"This is my brother, a fool." Sirius noticed Alan's gaze and touched the area where Regulus Black's name was embroidered.

"He has such a weak temperament that he actually believed my parents' lies. As a member of the Black family, he is born to be noble..."

Allen couldn't agree with Sirius's words. It was Regulus Black who bravely embraced death and took away Voldemort's "Horcrux" hidden in the middle of the lake.

"He became a Death Eater!" Sirius turned his head and looked at the other names.

"Are your parents also Death Eaters?" Alan asked.

"No, no, but believe me, they think Voldemort's ideas are correct. They all agree to maintain the purity of wizard blood, get rid of Muggle-born people, and let pure-blood people hold power."

After a pause, Sirius continued: "Of course, they are not unique. Before Voldemort revealed his true face, many people thought that his claims on some things were correct..."

Alan was increasingly convinced that Sirius might have hated his parents' ideals, but he didn't really hate them.

“I haven’t looked at this stuff in years.”

"This is Phineas Nigellus...my great-great-grandfather, see?...the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts..."

"And Araminta Melifren... my mother's cousin... tried to force through a Ministry of Magic decree legalizing the killing of Muggles..."

"And my dear Aunt Eladora... she started the family tradition of chopping off the heads of house elves when they were too old to carry the dishes..."

"Of course, whenever a reasonably decent person appears in the family, they declare to sever ties with him."

Sirius curled his lips, obviously, he was one of the decent people.

Well, all the dishonest people are enjoying the aristocratic life comfortably, but he, a decent person, has been imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years!

Allen will not drink this bowl of poisonous chicken soup.

"Okay, let's go, let's quickly fulfill our promise."

Sirius stood up straight and led Alan through the stairs in the hall and climbed to the second floor.

"There are some collections there that might interest you." Blake pointed to the dusty glass door cabinets on both sides of the mantel, "You can take a look at them for yourself."

With that said, Blake wanted to open the tightly covered curtains.

Suddenly, Blake cursed, and Allen turned to look.

Several adult foxes flew out from the folds of the curtains, their bright beetle-like wings buzzing and flapping, their small needle-like teeth exposed, their small and exquisite bodies covered with thick black hair, and four little ones. His fists were clenched in anger.

Caught off guard, Blake's hand was bitten.

Allen blinked, froze these vixens with a freezing spell, and threw a bottle of antidote to Blake.

"Kreacher hasn't cleaned the house in more than ten years?"

Sirius said bitterly, sitting down on an armchair with a sunken center, and then jumped up with a yell of disgust.

He looked down and felt relieved. It wasn't alive, it wouldn't hurt anyone, it didn't matter, it was just a nest of dead velvet.

Allen couldn't help but laugh, Sirius was really a bit unlucky.

Allen focused his attention on the cabinet in front of him.

The glass cabinet door was very dirty, and the dark magic objects inside were even weirder.

Allen pointed his wand and cleaned up the cabinet. Then, he gently opened the cabinet door and organized everything one by one.

A rusty dagger, animal claws, coiled snakeskin, a decorative crystal vase with an opal, a bloody, biting silver rhinitis box containing sarcoma powder, a dozen Instruments with tweezers for feet, a music box that can crawl like a spider and can hypnotize...

And Slytherin's Locket!

Allen did not hesitate and threw the locket into the system storage compartment.

A familiar system voice sounded: "A broken soul was found. Are you sure you want to continue storing it?"

"Of course." Alan replied.

The system became silent and the locket disappeared from Allen's eyes.

At the same time, Allen knew that Voldemort's remnant soul had also disappeared from this world.

Glancing at the remaining items, I saw a Merlin Order of Merlin First Class, a large gold ring engraved with the Black family logo and a family photo in a silver frame...

Alan didn't find anything more valuable than Slytherin's locket, so he stood up.

He was surprised to find that Sirius was sitting on his knees in front of a desk, looking stupid and crying silently.

And in front of him was Harry!

It was Harry's body, lying in front of Sirius.

Allen's heart couldn't help but beat violently, but in an instant, he realized that it must be a Boggart.

Harry happened to be staying at Hogwarts at this time.

Allen quickly stepped forward and dealt with the Boggart.

It turns out that what Sirius fears most is Harry's death!

"He'll be fine," Allen said.

"I know that as long as Dumbledore is here, Harry will never be in danger." Sirius stood up with a gloomy face.

"Nothing? But, a smart little wizard like you will definitely not be interested in Merlin medals, gold rings and the like." He looked at Allen's empty hands and said.

"There is a library upstairs, but the books in it are not ancient, if you like..."

"Of course." Allen is a Ravenclaw through and through, and greed is the nature of a raven.

He didn't want to miss any opportunity to gain knowledge and increase his strength.