All things are three at Hogwarts

After briefly browsing the library, Allen regretfully found that he had all the books here.

Seeing this, Sirius said, "I promise, you will definitely gain something next."

"Okay." Allen smiled gently.

Sirius led Alan through the dark stairs and back to the first floor.

He looked at Allen and warned: "It might be a little noisy next."

Allen looked at him in confusion, and saw Sirius suddenly kicking open the umbrella stand and opening the curtain.

"Prodigal, mindless fool, defiled my house," screamed the portrait of Lady Black.

As the curtain was completely opened, she caught a glimpse of Allen standing directly in front of him: "Pure blood? Doesn't he look familiar?"

Allen was horrified. Could it be that she could still see her own soul?

"Who is it, ah, the brat of the Harris family!" She suddenly laughed nervously, "Harris, bastard, mixed-blood, dirty bastard!"

Allen is baffled. Although he is not pursuing pure blood, his family is all pure blood wizards!

"If the hybrids of Germany and England are wizards, do they mean they are pure blood? Only we, Black, are the true pure-blood family. We are born noble!"

She cursed again.

Allen suddenly understood, no wonder that as a pure-blood family, the Harris family was far less powerful than other families.

The fundamental reason is here. Their ancestors are of German descent.

Blake groped at the back of the portrait, invisible to Alan.

Suddenly, he jumped back, and Mrs. Black crawled half out of the portrait, with her teeth and claws open.

Caught off guard, Allen was almost caught by her.

"Oh, sorry!" Blake said sheepishly.

"It doesn't matter." Allen took two steps back with lingering fear.

Neurotic middle-aged and elderly women, so scary!

Mrs. Black's portrait suddenly spun around.

Her figure completely disappeared, leaving only lingering sounds such as "Prodigal son, traitor..." echoing in the room.

Only then did Allen realize that the Black family's secret room was actually on the first floor, in the most conspicuous location.

"Only people with the worst personalities and the most sarcastic personalities can stay in this portrait. Very few people can persist for so long like my mother, and even enjoy it." Black said helplessly.

"What a wonderful idea. What a wonderful idea." Allen praised sincerely.

No one could resist Mrs. Black's curses and screams.

I'm afraid it would be too slow to cover it up quickly, let alone take a closer look at what the portrait has to offer.

The entrance behind the portrait can only accommodate approximately one person.

Blake got in first, followed closely by Alan.

Although the entrance is narrow, take a few steps forward and the passage becomes wider.

The terrain here is sloping and becomes more spacious as you go down.

However, at this time, Blake and Allen still had to bend forward, and could barely walk side by side.

After walking another hundred and fifty steps in this way, they were suddenly stopped by a shout: "Password?"

At the same time, they saw a wand shining in the dark, the reflection of Alan's wand.

A mirror appeared in front of them, but there was only Blake's figure in it, not Allen.

"The oldest and noble Black family, always pure." Sirius said coldly.

The mirror suddenly shone with sparkling light and turned into a curtain of light.

"Let's go in," Sirius said to Alan.

Seeing Allen's inquiring eyes, Sirius explained: "Only a true, pure-blooded Black can open this mirror door. That password is not that important, it's just that they like to hear it."

The moment they stepped in, the torches on the wall automatically ignited.

Everything is clear and legible.

In front of them, three arches were lined up, with the main entrance in the middle.

One side of these arches is the corridor where Sirius and Alan are, and the other side faces the square hall.

The hall is surrounded by grooves, which lead to three huge stones standing in the center.

Black took out a dagger from somewhere and cut his arm. Blood flowed out and dripped into the groove.

As if summoned by Black's blood, a sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared in the groove, flowing rapidly towards the three boulders.

Allen suddenly realized that if it weren't for Black, even if outsiders broke through the portrait and passed through the mirror door, they might not be able to get the Black family's treasure.

Because they can't summon so much blood.

If not, I'm afraid even if a person drains all his blood, he still won't be able to meet the needs of those three huge stones.

The three boulders seemed to have quickly absorbed the blood, emitting a dark red and strange light.

There was a roar, and three arches opened their arms to Allen.

"There are three rooms in this secret room, one is a library, one is a treasure room, and one is for collecting antiques. Now, they are all yours."

Blake looked at Allen seriously. Unbreakable vows are no joke. Once a promise is made, it must be fulfilled.

Allen also nodded solemnly and thanked him.

They first went to the library. The books inside were extremely impressive. The walls were covered with bookshelves, packed from floor to ceiling.

Allen was happy to see Hunting Heart and wanted to take out a book to read, but was stopped by Blake.

"Alan, you have to be careful. Most of the books here are not something a little wizard of your age can dabble in. You know, many books have dark magic on their covers."

Allen nodded, of course he knew that the secret of the soul almost caused him a big loss.

Allen took out a pair of protective gloves from the storage compartment of the system and put them on his hands under Blake's shocked gaze.

Just as Allen was about to make a move, Blake said again: "Alan, I have another unwelcome favor."

Allen stopped again and looked at Blake.

"Please make good use of the knowledge contained in these books, and don't become a wizard like the mysterious man. And" Blake looked deeply into Allen's eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate the soul of the young man in front of him, "Don't use these. Teach Harry knowledge, don’t get obsessed with it.”

In an instant, Allen had the feeling that he was a bad boy and was being told by other people's parents not to bring up bad children of his own.

This gave Allen, who had always been someone else's child, a novel feeling.

Alan nodded and agreed very sincerely. Now that he and Harry were drifting apart, he would naturally not take the initiative to teach Harry magic, let alone black magic.

However, he was not in the mood to flip through these books.

"Can I move the bookshelf with me?" Alan asked.

"Of course." Sirius looked at Allen who had nothing to offer, wondering how he could move away?