Chapter 285: The Secret Room of the Black Family

After briefly browsing the library, Alan found with regret that he had all the books here.

"I promise, you will definitely gain something next." Seeing this, Sirius led Allen through the dark stairs and walked back to the first floor. He looked at Allen and warned: "Next, maybe It will be a little noisy."

Allen looked at him puzzled, and saw Sirius suddenly kicked open the umbrella stand and opened the curtain.

"Prodigal, mindless fool, defiled my house—" the portrait of Mrs. Black screamed.

As the curtain was completely opened, she saw Alan standing directly in front of her at a glance: "Pure blood? Uh--it looks familiar."

Allen was horrified, could it be that she could still see her own soul?

"Who is it, ah, the brat of the Harris family!" She suddenly laughed nervously, "Harris, the coward who fled from Germany! The unworthy son who can't even keep his ancestral home! Only the same stupid Luo Kiel will accept you! Don't expect me to admit that there is any distant relationship between Black and Harris!"

Allen suddenly realized, no wonder, as a pure-blood family, the Harris family is far less powerful than other families.

The root cause turned out to be here. Although they already knew that their ancestors were connected with Germany, they did not expect to come here because of fleeing. Although the mother's family still had branches in other parts of Europe, there were no relatives in England.

The Harris family will not give up their dignity for this kind of distant in-law relationship to pray for these native families who have their own problems.

"Only our oldest Black family is the real pure-blood family in England! We are born noble!" Hearing this, the impatient Sirius hurriedly groped for the lines under the frame, Alan couldn't see his action.

Suddenly, he jumped back, and Mrs. Black crawled out half of the portrait, baring her teeth and claws.

Caught off guard, Allen was almost caught by her.

"Oh, sorry!" Blake said sheepishly.

"It's okay." Allen took two steps back with lingering fear.

Nervous middle-aged and elderly women, horrible!

The portrait of Mrs. Black and the wall behind it suddenly shrank back a little, and then embedded in the gap in the wall on the side like a Muggle elevator door.

Her figure completely disappeared, leaving only the lingering sounds of "prodigal, traitor..." echoing in the room.

It was only then that Allen realized that the secret room of the Black family was actually on the first floor, in the most conspicuous position.

"Only the worst and meanest people can stay in this portrait. Few people can persist for so long like my mother, and even enjoy it." Blake said helplessly.

"It's wonderful, this idea is wonderful." Allen praised sincerely.

No one could resist Mrs. Black's cursing and screaming.

I'm afraid it's too slow to cover it up quickly, and it may directly use the stun spell, let alone take a closer look at the portrait.

The entrance behind the portrait can only accommodate about one person.

Blake got in first, followed by Alan.

Although the entrance is narrow, the passage widens as you walk a few steps forward.

The terrain here is slope-shaped, and it becomes more spacious as it goes down.

But at this time, Black and Allen had to bend forward, and they could barely walk side by side.

After walking another hundred and fifty steps in this way, they were suddenly stopped by a shout: "Password?"

At the same time they saw a wand glowing in the dark, the reflection of Alan's wand.

A mirror appeared in front of them, but there was only Black's figure in it, not Allen.

"The oldest and noble Black family, always pure." Sirius said indifferently.

The mirror suddenly shimmered and turned into a light curtain.

"Let's go in." Sirius said to Allen.

Seeing Alan's inquiring eyes, Sirius explained: "Only a real, pure-blood Black can open this mirror door.

That password is not very important, but they like to hear it. "

The moment they stepped in, the torches on the wall ignited automatically.

Everything is legible.

In front of their eyes, there were three arches lined up, with the main entrance in the middle.

On one side of these arches is the corridor where Sirius and Allen are, and on the other side is the square hall.

The hall is surrounded by grooves, and the grooves lead to three huge stones standing in the center.

Black took out a dagger out of nowhere, and cut his arm suddenly, blood gurgled out and dripped into the groove.

As if summoned by Black's blood, a sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared in the groove, and rushed towards the three boulders.

Allen suddenly realized that if it wasn't for Black, even if an outsider broke through the portrait and passed through the mirror door, he might not be able to get the treasure of the Black family.

Because they can't summon so much blood.

If not, I'm afraid that draining all the blood from a person's body would not be able to meet the needs of those three boulders.

The three boulders seemed to be full of blood quickly, exuding a dark red and strange light.

There was a roar, and the three arches opened their arms to Allen.

"There are three rooms in this secret room, one is the library, the other is the gold room, and the other is the collection of antiques. Now, they are all yours."

Black looked at Allen seriously. Unbreakable vows are no joke, once a promise is made, it must be fulfilled.

Allen also nodded solemnly in thanks.

They first went to the library. The books inside were extremely impressive. The walls were covered with bookshelves, and they were packed full from floor to ceiling.

Allen was delighted to see Lie Xin, and wanted to take out a book to read, but was stopped by Black.

"Boy, be careful. Most of the books here are not for a little wizard of your age. You know, many books have black magic on the cover."

Allen nodded, of course he knew that the "Secret of the Soul" almost made him suffer a lot.

Allen took out a pair of dragon leather protective gloves that had been prepared, and put them on under Black's shocked gaze. Just as he was about to make a move, Black said again: "Alan, I have another merciless request."

Allen couldn't help but stopped again and looked at Black.

"Please use the knowledge in these books well, and don't become a wizard like the mysterious man. And—" Black looked deeply into Alan's eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate the soul of the young man in front of him, "Don't Teach it to Harry, and hope you don't get addicted to it yourself."

In an instant, Allen had a sense of sight that he was a bad boy and was told by other people's parents not to spoil his own good children.

This gave Alan, who had always been someone else's child, a strange feeling.

Allen nodded, and he sincerely agreed to the kind of genuine concern for Black. Now that he and Harry have drifted away, naturally he would not take the initiative to teach Harry magic, let alone these black magic. up.

However, he is not in the mood to flip through these books now.

"Can I move the bookshelf too?" Allen asked.

"Of course." Sirius looked at the penniless Allen suspiciously. How would he move away?