Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

Behind the door was an almost dark foyer. After walking in, Andre smelled a sweet rotten smell. It seemed that no one had lived here for a long time.

But he knew that there was actually a house elf hiding in this house, and he didn't know why Kreacher never cleaned the house properly after his masters left.

"We have to get some light first. Oh, I forgot that I haven't bought a new wand. Can any of you lend me your wand?" Sirius wanted to use a spell to light up the room. Lamp, but his original wand was broken by the Ministry of Magic 11 years ago.

"Use mine." Harry was the first to hand over his wand.

After taking it, Sirius recited a few spells silently, then waved the wand made of phoenix tail feathers, and a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall instantly lit up.

As they walked through the gloomy hall, a sharp and harsh voice suddenly sounded: "Oh! Let me see who this is? Is he the scum of that family, the dirty son, the eldest son that I should have never given birth to?"

It was a portrait of an old woman, vaguely resembling Sirius, but her sharp and mean face made everyone present frown.

"Sorry." Sirius ignored the curse of the woman in the portrait. He walked forward quickly, picked up a dirty rag from the ground, and directly covered the portrait.

From the words of this old woman, it can be heard that she is actually Sirius's mother, but it is hard for everyone to say anything, after all, this is a family matter.

Then Sirius led everyone to a wall. He said, "Okay, let me take you to the private library first. There are all the books and other precious collections collected by the Black family since its establishment. I I dare say you can even see a lot of books there that are not available in the Hogwarts library."

The library is not located on the surface, but is built underground. Without the guidance of the owner, ordinary people cannot find it.

Because the layout of this place is somewhat similar to the Hogwarts kitchen, its door is behind an oil painting.

Sirius used his wand to outline a simple pattern on the oil painting, and the wall immediately separated to both sides.

This scene made Andre feel that he also needed to learn a lesson. The basement he dug out of his small shop in Hogsmeade only needed to be entered through a simple trap door. Even Muggles were wary of it. Can't live.

Next, they walked through a long stone staircase and stopped in front of an ancient door. Compared with the door outside the house, it could be said that this place was well preserved.

"My ancestors like to collect some dark magic items. Of course, most of them are stored in the underground vault of Gringotts, but there must be a lot in the house, so when you see it later, you can Don't be too surprised." Before opening the door, Sirius warned everyone.

Andre knew that the Black family, except for Sirius and his brother Regulus, were all fanatical pure-blood supporters.Even Regulus only came to his senses at the last moment. He was also a Death Eater at the beginning.

But Harry obviously didn't know this. He had been curious about Sirius' mother just now. Now he heard his godfather's words and was completely confused about the situation. Then he asked several other young wizards who were also curious. Question: "Sirius, why did your ancestors like to collect dark magic items?"

"About this, although I am ashamed of it, I have to tell you the truth. The Black family is an ancient wizard family. They have always believed in the pure-blood theory. Many of these people like to study evil black magic. Speaking of which, I was considered an outlier among them, which also led to me being kicked out of the house when I was 16 years old." Sirius didn't mean to hide this matter, he said it naturally.

Harry finally understood why the portrait cursed his son so viciously.

"You were in fifth grade when you were 16, right? Where will you live during the summer vacation?" But soon, Harry began to pay attention to another question.

Sirius smiled and said: "I have to thank your grandparents for this. I would go to your grandpa's house to live during the holidays. They were very kind to me, as if I had an extra son."

"Okay, I will tell you these things in detail when we live together in the future, but for now, let your friends choose gifts first. In addition to black magic items, there are actually many precious alchemy items here. Props.”

The room behind the door was indeed as Sirius said. A dozen bookshelves as tall as three people occupied the entire space of the room. Some of these shelves were filled with books, while others contained all kinds of strange items.

As if the head had been shrunk by drying, Andre could see that it was full of airs.

This kind of black magic item that looks a bit evil, even without Sirius's reminder, I believe no normal person would touch it easily.

"Choose whatever you want. Don't care about the quantity. You can take as much as you like. These things are of no use to me. If you throw them here, they will just be treated as garbage."

When it comes to dealing with property, Sirius's generosity is exactly the same as Harry's.

"Can I get a few more books?" Andre was naturally not polite. He was a little moved by the books that were said to have been collected since the establishment of the Black family.

There is no record of the knowledge of ancient warlocks in the Hogwarts library, which has a history of thousands of years. However, the Black family seems to have been passed down for longer than Hogwarts. Maybe there are relevant books here.

"Of course, if you want, I don't have any objections even if this place is emptied." It can be seen from Sirius's expression that he is not talking politely: "You know, if it weren't for you guys, I would still be imprisoned now. In Azkaban. Oh, by the way, Arthur, and Mr. Granger, you can also choose some, you don’t need to be polite to me."

Mr. Weasley didn't have much interest in these magic props. He preferred Muggle industrial products, so he just politely took a flute that seemed to be made of jade from the shelf.

Mr. Granger, on the other hand, acted more curious, so he smiled sheepishly, and took Hermione to start picking out props that didn't look very evil.

As for Andre, he naturally walked to the bookshelf and started browsing the thick parchment books.