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While Elwyn was destroying the Soul Vessel, Sirius, Harry, and Hermione were spiraling down the stairs in the dark.
"Where's Elwyn? He didn't follow us?" Hermione asked worriedly. She looked back from time to time, but there was nothing but darkness.
"Maybe he wants to talk to Kreacher, or tour the house. Don't worry, there's no danger up there except for my old mother's portrait. I'll go up and find him later," Sirius said casually. "We're almost there."
Ten seconds later, they came to a spacious room deep underground.
The scene in front of him was spectacular. The room was like a huge library, with rows and rows of bookshelves filled with books, all of which were precious magic books.
On the surrounding walls, there was a green tapestry with the emblem of the Blake family. Although many parts of the tapestry had been chewed away by the fox paws, the golden embroidery was still shining.
The most eye-catching thing was the tapestry facing the stairs. It was so large that it almost covered the entire wall.
Sirius walked over, and Harry and Hermione hurried to catch up.
The further he went, the more spectacular the tapestry became, and Harry could clearly see a branching genealogy that stretched back as far as the eye could see, all the way back to the Middle Ages.
But this was still not the top. There were still many branches on it.
On the right side of the tapestry, from top to bottom, a few golden words were embroidered: The Noble and Oldest Blake Family Is Forever Pure.
"This is the Blake family tree!" Sirius said softly, "In addition to this one, there is another one kept in my mother's room. She regarded these two genealogies as her most beloved treasures. They are the most direct proof of the family's pure bloodline. When she was still alive, only she could touch them. No one else was allowed to touch them!"
"You don't seem to be on it!" Harry said hesitantly. He looked at the bottom line of the family tree.
"Used to be up there." Sirius pointed at a small round hole in the tapestry, which looked like it had been burnt by a cigarette. "After I escaped from home, my dear old mother destroyed me. I guess the one in her room did the same. If I'm not mistaken, based on my understanding of her, she would definitely do that."
"You ran away from home?" Harry was surprised.
"Yes, I was about 16 years old that year," Sirius said in a flat tone. "I ran away from home because I had had enough."
"Where did you go?" Harry stared at him and asked.
"Your father's house, Harry!" Sirius said, "Your grandparents are very understanding. They almost treat me as their second son. Yes, during school holidays, I would temporarily stay at your father's house. When I was seventeen, I found my own place. My uncle Alfard left me a considerable amount of gold. He was also expelled from here, probably because of this. "
Sirius pointed at another small round hole in the tapestry and continued, "Anyway, from then on, I took care of myself. However, Mr. and Mrs. Potter always welcomed me to their house for dinner every Saturday. They are good people. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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"Ran away from home?"
"Ran away from home?" Sirius laughed bitterly. "Because I hate all of them, and they hate me too. You don't know, Harry. My parents, they are crazy about pure bloodlines. They believe that as a member of the Blake family, we are born to be noble. And that fool of a brother of mine, he was too weak to believe them. That was him. "
Sirius stretched out a finger and pointed at the name at the bottom of the family tree: Regulus Blake.
After the date of birth, there was a date of death, about thirteen years ago, which was the year Lord Voldemort fell and fled, and one year before Sirius was captured in Azkaban.
"He was younger than me!" Sirius continued, a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, "But, people kept reminding me that this son of his was much stronger than me."
"But he died." Harry said.
"Yes, I am not surprised at all." Sirius said, "Stupid idiot, he joined the ranks of the Death Eaters."
"You must be joking!" Harry and Hermione said in unison.
"Hmph, look at the state of this house, don't you know what kind of wizards my family is?" Sirius said impatiently.
"Your, your parents are also Death Eaters?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"No, they are not. But believe me, they think that Lord Voldemort's ideas are correct. They all agree to protect the purity of the wizard bloodline, get rid of those who are born Muggle, and let the pure-bloods hold the power."
Hearing Sirius's words, Harry and Hermione's faces paled even more.
"On this matter, they are not the only ones. Before Lord Voldemort revealed his true face, many people thought that his ideas were correct. Many pure-blooded wizard families with a long history believed in him, thinking that he could lead them back to their former glory. However, when they found out that he would do anything to obtain power, they all became timid and retreated. But I think my parents must have thought that Regulus was a brave little hero for joining them from the start. "
"Was he killed by the Auror in the end?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Oh, no!" As Sirius spoke, the disdainful smile on his face became even more intense. "He was killed by Voldemort, or rather, it's more likely that he was killed under Voldemort's orders. I suspect that Regulus is not that important that Lord Voldemort personally kill him. From what I learned after his death, he was already very deeply involved, and then he was afraid of what others wanted him to do, so he wanted to quit. Sigh, this fool, he was so naive when he was young. You can't just hand over a resignation letter to Lord Voldemort and be done with it. Either you work hard for the rest of your life, or you die. "
It could be seen that although Sirius's tone was full of mockery, there was still a trace of sorrow hidden within. He was very concerned about his brother's death.
Otherwise, Sirius would not have gone through so much trouble to investigate his death.
Harry wanted to say something more to comfort Sirius, but his scar suddenly stung.
He could not help but cry out, and he covered his forehead with his hand.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Sirius asked worriedly. "Are you …"
Before he finished speaking, a deafening scream suddenly came from the stairs. It was the scream of a man on his deathbed.
Sirius was stunned for a moment, and then he hurriedly ran up. Harry and Hermione also followed. Elwyn was still up there. Had something happened to him?!
They don't know what's going on, especially Harry, who has an unusual sense of foreboding, as if something is approaching.
He had had this feeling twice before, when he was facing Lord Voldemort in the first grade, and when he was facing Tom Riddle in the second grade. That voice just now also sounded like Lord Voldemort's voice. At the thought that Lord Voldemort might be in this house, Harry almost suffocated, and did not dare to think about it any further.
They used all the strength in their bodies to rush up the stairs as fast as they could, and then they collided with something on the stairs.
They all fell, and Sirius jumped up with his wand in hand.
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