Just when Ivan destroyed the Horcrux, Sirius, Harry, and Hermione were spiraling down the stairs in the dark passage.
"Where did Ivan go, he didn't follow?" Hermione asked worriedly, looking back from time to time, there was nothing but darkness.
"Maybe he wants to have a few words with Kreacher, or visit this house, don't worry, there is no danger on it except for the portrait of my old mother, I will go up to find him later." Sirius relaxed Say, "We'll be there soon."
Ten seconds later, they came to a wide room deep underground.
The scene in front of me is very spectacular. This room is like a huge library. Rows of bookshelves are densely filled with books, all of which are precious magic books.
On the surrounding walls, there is a green tapestry with the Black family crest and decorations. Although many places on the tapestry have been bitten by foxes, the gold thread embroidered on it is still shining.
The most striking thing is the tapestry facing the stairs. Its area is very large, covering almost the entire wall.
Sirius walked past, and Harry and Hermione hurried to follow.
The further he went, the more he could find the magnificence of this tapestry. Harry clearly saw a family tree with branches and branches, which could be traced back to the Middle Ages as far as he could see.
But this is still not the top, there are still many branches on it.
On the right side of the tapestry, from top to bottom, are embroidered in large golden characters: Noble and oldest Black family forever pure.
"This is the family tree of the Black family!" Sirius said softly, "In addition to this one, there is another piece kept in my mother's room. She regards these two family trees as the most beloved treasures, and they are pure blood History most directly proves that when she was still alive, only she herself could touch them, and no one else was even allowed to touch them!"
"You don't seem to be up there!" said Harry hesitantly, looking at the bottom line of the family tree.
"It used to be on it." Sirius pointed to a small blackened round hole in the tapestry, like a cigarette burnt mark, "After I ran away from home, my dear old mother destroyed me, I guess The same is true of the one in her room, no accident, from what I know of her, she will definitely do this."
"You ran away from home?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yes, I was about sixteen years old," said Sirius flatly. "I ran away from home because I had had enough."
"Where have you been?" Harry asked, staring at him.
"Your father's house, Harry!" said Sirius. "Your grandparents are very understanding. They think of me as a second son. Yes, I'm staying at your father's house for a while during the school holidays. When I was seventeen, I found a place for myself. My uncle Alphard left me a considerable amount of gold, and he was purged from here, probably because of that."
Pointing to another small blackened round hole in the tapestry, Sirius continued, "Anyway, I've taken care of myself since then, but Mr. and Mrs. Potter always welcome me to their home for dinner every Saturday. They're all good people."
"But why are you?"
"Run away from home?" Sirius gave a wry smile, "because I hated them all, and they hated me, too. You don't know, Harry. My parents, they're crazy about pure-bloods, they believed that being Black People in the family are born noble. And my foolish brother, his temperament is too weak, he actually believed what they said, that is him."
Sirius held out a finger and pointed to a name at the bottom of the family tree: Regulus Black.
After the date of birth there was a date of death, about thirteen years ago, a year before Voldemort collapsed and escaped, and Sirius was captured in Azkaban.
"He's younger than me!" Sirius continued, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, "However, people keep reminding me that his son is much stronger than me."
"But he's dead," said Harry.
"Yeah, I'm not surprised at all by that," said Sirius. "Stupid idiot, he joined the ranks of the Death Eaters."
"You're kidding!" said Harry and Hermione in unison.
"Hmph, after seeing the situation of this house, don't you understand what kind of wizards my family members are?" Sirius said impatiently.
"Are your, your parents Death Eaters?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"No, it's not, but believe me, they think Voldemort's proposition is correct. They are all in favor of maintaining the purity of wizarding blood, getting rid of Muggle-borns, and letting pure-bloods take power."
Hearing Sirius' words, Harry and Hermione turned even paler.
"They are not unique in this matter. Before Voldemort showed his true face, many people believed that he was right about some things. Many pure-blood wizard families who have passed down for a long time believed him and believed that he can lead them back to their former glory. However, when they found out that he would do anything to gain power, they were all timid and backed away. But I think my parents must think that Regulus was in it in the first place. A brave little hero."
"Did he get killed by an Auror in the end?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Oh, no!" said Sirius, the disdainful smile on his lips intensifying. "He was killed by Voldemort, or, more likely, at Voldemort's orders. Not that important, needing Voldemort to get rid of him himself. From what I've read since his death, he's pretty deep, and then he's terrified of what he's being asked to do, and wants to quit. Alas, the fool, You were so naive as a kid, you can't hand Voldemort a resignation letter and be done with it. It's either death or death."
It can be seen that although Sirius' tone is full of ridicule, there is still a trace of grief hidden. He is very concerned about his brother's death.
Otherwise, Sirius wouldn't have gone to the trouble of investigating his death.
Harry wanted to say something more to comfort Sirius, but suddenly his scar prickled.
He couldn't help but screamed and covered his forehead with his hands.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Sirius asked worriedly, "Are you?"
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden deafening scream from the stairs, which was the scream of a man before he died.
Sirius froze for a moment, and hurried up, Harry and Hermione followed, and Ivan was still on top, did he encounter any accident? !
They didn't know what was going on, especially Harry, who had an unnaturally foreboding feeling that something was approaching.
He had this feeling twice before, that is, when he faced Voldemort in the first grade and Tom Riddle in the second grade, the voice just now also sounded like Voldemort's voice. Harry was almost suffocated at the thought that Voldemort might be in this house, and he couldn't imagine it anymore.
They used all their strength to rush up the stairs as fast as they could, and then collided with something on the stairs.
They both fell, and Sirius jumped up, wand in hand.
With the light of the wand, he saw that Ivan was standing in front of him intact, with a calm expression, and he didn't look like he was in danger at all. (.)