"You're not on it!" Allen looked at the bottom line of the genealogy and said.
"I used to be on it." Sirius pointed to a small black hole in the tapestry, like a burn mark from a cigarette.
"After I ran away from home, my dear old mother destroyed me — Creech liked to whisper this story."
"You ran away from home?"
"I was about sixteen years old," Sirius said. "I had enough."
"Where did you go?" Allen stared at him and asked.
Sirius suddenly became silent. After a long time, he said, "James' family."
Allen touched his nose and pretended to be suddenly interested in the tapestry.
A name at the bottom of the genealogy attracted his attention: Regulus? Blake. After the date of birth, there was a date of death (about fifteen years ago).
Sirius also bent down and looked at the tapestry more carefully.
This behavior made Allen more certain of his judgment. Sirius might not have the same philosophy as his family, but it did not mean that he did not love his family and did not want the warmth of his family.
"This is my brother, a fool." Sirius noticed Allen's gaze and stroked the embroidered Regulus? Blake's name.
"He was too weak and actually believed the nonsense of my parents — as a member of the Blake family, he was born noble …"
Allen could not agree with Sirius' words. This Regulus? Blake bravely embraced death and took away the "Soul Vessel" that Lord Voldemort hid in the heart of the lake.
"He became a Death Eater!" Sirius turned his head and looked at the other names.
"Were your parents also Death Eaters?" Allen asked.
"No, no. But believe me, they believe that the Lord Voldemort is right. They are all in favor of maintaining the purity of the wizard bloodline, getting rid of the Muggle, and letting the pure-blooded take the reins."
After a pause, Sirius continued, "Of course, they are not unique. Before the Lord Voldemort revealed his true face, many people believed that his views on certain matters were correct …"
Allen was increasingly certain that Sirius might hate his parents' philosophy, but he did not truly hate them.
"I haven't seen this in years."
"This is Phineas? Nigel... my great-grandfather, do you see? He's the most unpopular principal in the history of Hogwarts … "
"And Araminta? Melly … My mother's cousin … She tried to force a law through the Ministry of Magic to legalize the killing of Muggle … "
"And my dear Aunt Eladora … She started the family tradition of cutting off the heads of the house elves when they're too old to carry a plate …"
"Of course, whenever there's a decent person in the family, they'll declare that they've severed ties with him."
Sirius pursed his lips. Obviously, he was one of the decent people.
Well, the dishonest people enjoyed the comfortable life of a noble, but he, a decent person, was imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years!
Allen would not drink this bowl of poisonous chicken soup.
"Okay, let's go. Let's hurry up and fulfill the promise between us."
Sirius stood up straight and led Allen through the stairs in the hall and up to the second floor.
"There are some collections there that you might be interested in." Blake pointed to the dusty glass cabinets on both sides of the fireplace. "Take a look yourself."
With that said, Blake wanted to open the tightly covered curtains.
Suddenly, Blake cursed. Allen turned his head to look.
A few adult foxes flew out from the folds of the curtains. Their shiny beetle-like wings buzzed, their small needle-like teeth were exposed, and their small and exquisite bodies were covered with thick black hair. Their four small fists were clenched tightly in anger.
Caught off guard, Blake's hand was bitten.
Allen blinked and froze these foxes with a Frost Spell. He then threw a bottle of antidote to Blake.
"Hasn't Kreacher cleaned the house for more than ten years?"
Sirius said bitterly. He sat down on a dented armchair in the middle. Then, he shouted in disgust and jumped up.
He looked down and was relieved. They were not alive and would not hurt anyone. It didn't matter. They were just a nest of dead Puffballs.
Allen couldn't help but laugh. Sirius was really unlucky.
Allen focused his attention on the cabinet in front of him.
The glass cabinet door was very dirty, and the black magic items inside were even stranger.
Allen pointed with his wand and cleaned the cabinet. Then, he gently pulled open the cabinet door and tidied it up one by one.
A rusty dagger, an animal's claw, a coiled snake skin, a decorative crystal bottle with a piece of opaline inlaid with blood, a silver rhinitis box that could bite people, sarcoma powder, a device that looked like a pair of tweezers with many legs, a music box that could crawl like a spider and hypnotize people …
And — Slytherin's locket!
Without hesitation, Alan threw the locket into the system storage compartment.
The familiar System's voice sounded, "Shattered soul found. Are you sure you want to continue storing it?"
"Of course," Allen replied.
The System did not say anything else. The locket disappeared from Allen's sight.
At the same time, Allen knew that the remnant of Lord Voldemort's soul had also disappeared from this world.
He scanned the remaining items. A Merlin Medal of First Class, a large gold ring with the Blake Family's symbol engraved on it, and a family photo in a silver frame …
Allen didn't find anything more valuable than Slytherin's locket, so he stood up.
He was surprised to find that Sirius was kneeling in front of a desk, seemingly in a daze, crying silently.
And in front of him was — Harry!
It was Harry's corpse, lying in front of Sirius.
Allen's heart couldn't help but beat violently. But in an instant, he realized that it must be the Boggart.
Harry was now in the Hogwarts.
Allen quickly walked forward and finished off the Boggart.
It turned out that the thing Sirius feared the most was — Harry's death!
"He'll be fine," Allen said.
"I know. With Dumbledore around, Harry won't be in any danger." Sirius stood up with a gloomy face.
"Nothing? But then again, a smart little Magus like you definitely won't be interested in things like the Merlin Medal or the gold ring. "He looked at Allen's empty hands and said.
"There's a library upstairs, but the books inside aren't old. If you're willing …"
"Of course." Allen was a Ravenclaw through and through. Greed was the nature of a Raven.
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