Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

The entrance to the Black House Library is at the end of the foyer, to the side of the stairs.

On the opposite side of the stairs is the entrance to the kitchen, where Kreacher's bedroom is also located.

Sirius opened the door to the library, but the inside was not the same as when he first stepped into the old house. There was no smell of decay that hit his face.

He paused, then walked down the narrow stairs.

Under the faint light of the stone walls on both sides, Sirius came to a small square-like library.

Rows of bookshelves are neatly arranged here, and it seems like there is no end in sight.

Faced with this huge collection of books, Sirius was not surprised. After all, this was not the first time he had entered the family library.

Moreover, although Sirius didn't want to admit it, he had always been proud of the Black family.

This is the pride written in his blood and cannot be changed by ideas.

However, at this moment, he felt for the first time that sometimes this pride might not be so beautiful - finding the book you want from this countless collection of books is no easier than finding a needle in a haystack!

"The Black family is indeed one of the oldest pure-blood families. If it weren't for the Wizarding War started by Voldemort, it would now be the most powerful pure-blood family in the British wizarding world." A familiar voice suddenly spoke in this wide space. sounded.

Sirius followed the sound and looked up, and could only vaguely see the crow standing on the top of the bookshelf next to him through the faint light in the library, looking at the entire library in admiration.

At this, he sneered and said with no concealment of disdain:

"Those bigots who stubbornly adhere to rotten ideas? Stop joking!"

Crow turned his head and looked down at Sirius, who seemed to have finally gotten a chance to vent his long-term repression, so he said angrily without stopping at all:

"Those people only have blood in their minds. While they are addicted to the glory of the past, they regard themselves as noble as the royal family of the wizarding world. They deceive themselves and others by removing Muggles and Squibs from their family trees in order to maintain them. Ridiculous and false sense of glory.”

"Such a family," Sirius looked at the crow sarcastically, "do you actually think it will become powerful?"

"No!"

Finally, Sirius sharply sealed the coffin of the Black family and said:

"Even if there were no Voldemort, there wouldn't be a single living name on the family tree filled with burned holes in a few generations!"

Crow turned his head, looked at Sirius for a second, and said with a smile:

"Are you done venting?"

As soon as these words came out, Sirius, who was a little irritable, suddenly felt like a basin of cold water was poured down his head. His whole body suddenly woke up, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back and forehead.

At the same time, a question arose in Sirius's heart: Why has he been unable to control his emotions since he escaped from prison? He either feels depressed or can't contain his outbursts?

Puzzled, he could only temporarily attribute it to the fact that he had not recovered from the mental impact he suffered in Azkaban.

Of course, there is another possibility...Sirius looked at the leisurely crow above his head.

After the crow noticed Sirius's gaze, he simply nodded and admitted:

"You're not too stupid."

Is this a compliment?The corners of Sirius' mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"If you want to take that as a compliment, sure."

Legilimency...Sirius had uncontrollable emotions of dissatisfaction and even anger in his heart, but these emotions were like undercurrents surging under the glacier, unable to break out no matter what.

This completely undisguised impact made Sirius feel extremely helpless and aggrieved.

If it weren't for revenge...Sirius clenched his fists and his eyes flashed crazily.

At this time, the crow casually said:

"Don't worry, I have no interest in your empty mind. I only affect your emotions to test the effects of magic."

Then, it chuckled and said:

"Otherwise, do you think there are any secrets in your mind that I can covet?"

"I'm more interested in Dumbledore's brain than you are, and that's going to be very challenging."

"Even your expression now is more attractive to me than your brain."

"..."

Sirius took a slow breath and laughed out of anger:

"I'm really curious how you developed such a personality?"

Originally, this question was just that Sirius was really speechless and couldn't think of anything to refute, so he just gave up on himself and fought back.

But the strange thing is that the crow fell into silence when he heard this sentence, as if the answer to this question was not so easy to come up with, so he fell into deep thinking.

In this increasingly uncomfortable atmosphere, Sirius unconsciously gradually relaxed his breathing, as if he was worried about disturbing it.

After an unknown amount of time, the crow's eyes turned and became lively again.

The oppressive atmosphere around him suddenly disappeared, and Sirius subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he came back to his senses, he felt very baffled and didn't understand why he did this.

At this time, a voice from the bookshelf interrupted his thinking:

"Actually, your thoughts are also very paranoid."

Sirius was stunned for a moment before he realized that what the crow was saying was what he had just said about the Black family.

At the same time, whether it was an illusion or not, Sirius noticed that the crow's tone had lost the smile it had always had and became cold.

While Sirius was thinking, the inorganic voice of the crow said without pause:

"This paranoia is something in your bones, Black. It comes from your innate pride, and also comes from the influence of black magic on your bloodline."

"It's just that unlike other Blakes, you use it to chase freedom."

Sirius' eyes widened, and his lips moved as if he wanted to speak out to retort, but found that he couldn't find a word.

"Paranoia is a very powerful emotion that is highly compatible with extreme black magic. Even if you don't actively explore it, you will be gifted in black magic."

"But paranoia is like black magic, and it affects you profoundly."

"When you sink into it and can't extricate yourself, it will lead to self-destruction."

"As it is with the Blacks you despise, so it is with you."

Sirius frowned unconsciously when he heard that he was being compared with those rotten old things.

However, the crow didn't care at all and said to himself:

"Without the Wizarding War, the so-called direct Black bloodline may gradually die out, but those mixed-blood wizards who have been removed from the family tree will also have the opportunity to stand out."

"At that time, we only need the support of one direct descendant, and we can completely inject new blood into Blake."

"And even after the Wizarding War and the family members are withering now, the Black family still has a chance to make a comeback."

Sirius's mouth gradually opened wide. He stared blankly at the bookshelf, and unexpectedly saw a pair of bright, emotionless eyes in the blurry outline of the crow.

In his ears, the crow's voice seemed to become gradually distant:

"The direct descendants of the Black family could have seen such a trend, but they are obsessed with blood and can no longer turn back."

"You could have determined to use your own power to change the family, but your paranoia about freedom made you reject everything related to the Black family, and you never even really understood your relatives."

At this time, Sirius, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said with a serious expression:

"I agree with what you said before, but you say that I don't understand my relatives?"

To this, the crow simply answered with a name:

"Reculus Black."

Sirius noticed that the crow's voice was becoming more and more erratic, as if the murmurs in the dream might stop at any time, and he felt that something was wrong with its state, but now he was more concerned about the name the crow spit out.

Regulus Black...Sirius recited the name silently in his mind, and then looked at the crow to say something, only to find that the crow's outline was twisting, like a wriggling shadow.

Sirius' eyes narrowed and he was startled, but when he looked carefully, everything returned to normal, except that the already blurry outline of the crow seemed to be shrouded in a mist, making it even hazier.

Sirius suddenly felt anxious in his heart, but just a second before he finished typing the manuscript, the crow's figure completely disappeared from the bookshelf, as if blending into the surrounding darkness, leaving only a very soft voice. :

"Go find...the truth your brother has hidden..."

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