Chapter 36: The Mad Black Family

James Potter, what kind of person is his father?

After what happened in the last school year, Harry's impression of him is no longer the hero who died in the fight against Voldemort as he did at the beginning.

In his eyes, he is a qualified father who died to protect his wife and children. He is also a righteous wizard who joined the team against Voldemort as a pure blood.

But in Hogwarts, he is not as good as he is in adulthood. His academic performance may be very good, but on the other hand, he targeted Snape, who was an undercover agent of Dumbledore, and took away his childhood sweetheart and took advantage of the opportunity.

However, this time, the impression of his father, the student version of James Potter, was much taller in Harry's heart.

Kind, not discriminating against werewolves, and willing to take risks for friends.

After all, the magic of Animagus is very dangerous.

Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This time, his father might really be targeting Snape for the sake of his mother.

He just didn't know that Snape was an undercover agent of Dumbledore.

Harry, I hope you don't feel depressed by the surrounding environment. Sirius laughed dryly.

They had already reached the stairwell at this time.

Harry woke up from his thoughts and looked around, then he understood what Sirius meant.

On the way to the bedroom on the second floor, although the decoration was luxurious, everything around him reflected the style of dark wizards, or the most evil ones.

A large umbrella stand made of a broken leg of a troll, and a row of wrinkled heads gathered on the plaque on the wall next to it.

It's a house elf!

I finally understand why Kreacher is crazy. Ron looked closely and found that they were all elf heads, and they all had the same ugly big nose.

Ron, this is my best effort to tidy up the house.

My evil and perverted ancestors used a lot of reinforcement and irremovable magic on this house. Sirius shrugged helplessly.

This is why he would leave Harry at the Weasley's house for a while.

The fact that the young version of Voldemort became a professor at Hogwarts is just one of the reasons.

The other is this place called home.

It's okay. Harry said reluctantly.

He couldn't help thinking of Dobby, and the head on the wall made him feel a little sick to his stomach.

This was all done by my dear Aunt Elladora.

To be honest, she was stopped when she did this. Sirius saw the real reason why Harry was uncomfortable.

It seems that your family is full of lunatics. Ron blurted out.

Ron!

You idiot! Harry and Draco scolded separately.

No, Ron was right, but not completely right.

Almost all of our family are lunatics. Only my brother and I are relatively normal in our generation. He is just too weak.

Phineas Nigellus, my great-great-grandfather, was the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, and Araminta Merryfren, my mother's cousin, tried to force a Ministry of Magic decree to legalize the killing of Muggles.

The only reason they stopped my Aunt Elladora was that house elves were not worthy of this honor.

But my aunt Elladora argued that the poor house-elves worked so hard and were also part of the great Black family, so they were naturally nobler than other house-elves.

So, in the happy smiles of all the house-elves, the heads of the house-elves who were too old to carry plates could be chopped off, kept with magic, and become one with the house, and even placed at the place where people normally enter and leave the Black family. Sirius told these horrifying stories in a flat tone. Harry was a little suspicious that his father had heard these stories like himself.

Maybe this is the real reason why their small group targeted Slytherin so much?

Harry looked at Lupin, who was much quieter now and hardly spoke. But from his expression, it can be seen that he had heard these stories a long time ago.

Sure enough.

Harry looked at Draco again, and he also looked pale.

It seems that their family is slightly better than Black. Harry even doubts that if Dobby is in this environment, will he have time to think and finally realize that he needs freedom?

This is where my mother grew up. Draco muttered.

His worldview was about to collapse. As a member of the Malfoy family who joined the British upper wizard society later, and who had been well protected since childhood, Draco could not imagine how the aesthetics and worldview of the oldest pure-blood family were collapsed.

Except for the snake-shaped carvings on the door handles and chandeliers, everything else in their house was completely different from the Black family.

Did I hear it right? According to you, your aunt loves these house elves? Ron, who listened carefully, asked a question. Ron always listened carefully to these strange stories.

Yes, it would be great if our family was really cold and ruthless.

They love every family member, even the house elves.

Whenever a normal person appears in our family, they will declare that they have severed ties with him.

But most of them only stop there and will not do any further persecution.

In their opinion, this is also love.

They have walked into a room at this time.

At the other end of the room, a tapestry covered the entire wall. The tapestry looked very old and its color had faded, but Harry noticed that it seemed to be slowly regaining its luster, like a living thing.

There were several holes that were slowly healing.

The still-glittering gold thread depicted a sprawling family tree that dated back (as far as Harry knew) to the Middle Ages. Embroidered across the top of the tapestry were the words:

Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Forever Pure

Look, I'm not on this, nor is my uncle Alphard, who left me a considerable amount of gold after I escaped from Black. Sirius said, pointing to a small, charred, round hole in the tapestry.

But it will heal, won't it? Draco, who had also noticed the restoration of the tapestry, interrupted.

Ha, you noticed it too.

Since I legally inherited the Black family.

The house seemed to come alive, and some of the furniture that our family valued and indispensable was slowly being restored.

But unlike me and my uncle, who were removed from the family tree, it seemed to recognize the cause of the damage itself.

Look, these holes bitten by the vixen quickly healed. Sirius sighed.

He actually didn't take this seriously. He sighed because he found that he had the same thing in common with his crazy ancestors.

In his room, there were also various things pasted, and the same permanent sticking spell was used. There were many pictures of Muggle motorcycles, and even a few posters of Muggle girls in bikinis.