Chapter 323 The Black Family

Harry's attention was immediately diverted when he heard the sound.

He looked at the wooden box and saw that Hermione had not moved for a long time. He asked curiously, "Why don't you open it?"

At this time, the golden-red flames directly wrapped the wooden box. Harry thought Hermione was going to destroy it directly, but when they came, didn't they say that they would collect all three items before doing it together to prevent Voldemort from noticing?

The next moment, countless black mists boiled in the golden flames, like hot water poured into hot oil. Fortunately, the golden-red flames were domineering enough to completely wrap the black mist and burn it to ashes.

After doing this, the flames dissipated and only the carbonized wooden box remained.

Hermione blew a breath, and the black ash scattered, revealing an ancient ring, and a diamond-shaped stone was inlaid in the center of the ring.

The strange attraction with the appearance of the stone made people want to get closer.

"Harry!"

Hermione's voice, with the effect of clearing people's minds and invigorating people, woke up Harry, who had been hit without knowing when, and made him feel his heart pounding, as if he was in the most exciting moment of a night run.

Harry, who had just woken up, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Looking at the ring that seemed to be emitting black smoke, he took a step back unconsciously.

Hermione raised her wand, ignored the resistance of the ring, and sealed it. The interior of the old house suddenly lost all its fantasy and became the most ordinary house.

Then there were two more seals. After confirming that the seal was tight and Harry himself tested it, it was stuffed into the butterfly pendant.

"Let's go, let's go to the next place!"

"Gringotts or that seaside cave?"

"Neither. The Horcrux in the seaside cave has been replaced by someone. The real Horcrux is in the Black ancestral home."

"You mean in Sirius's house? How did you know?" Harry was surprised.

Hermione smiled, "My boyfriend reminded me. Do you remember what Dumbledore said?"

"Wait, when did you have contact?" Harry felt incredible. He didn't remember when he and Hermione had separated.

"This is magic, Harry." Hermione made a joke.

"Well, if I'm going to the Blacks, I have to write a letter to Sirius, otherwise no one can find his home."

Harry had just finished speaking when Hermione had brought him to the vicinity of Grimmauld Place in London.

"Here is..." Harry looked around, "Oh my God, Hermione, please teach me this magic, even if I may not be able to learn it in the end."

"Let's talk about learning later. Can you contact Sirius now? I can feel the hidden magic fluctuations, but it's not easy to force my way in." Hermione pointed to a building and said.

"I'm sure I can't do it myself, but Hideaway has no problem. We have been in contact through Hideaway for some time." Harry said.

"Is Hideaway in the Owl Shed?"

"Yes, it plays there most of the time."

"Then wait for me!"

After that, Hermione merged into the fire and disappeared. About a minute later, the fire reappeared, and Hideaway, who was frightened and flapped his wings constantly, was also there.

This is a white snowy owl. Hagrid bought Harry his first pet when he was eleven years old. It was also the only companion for Harry when he squatted on the windowsill alone for countless nights.

"Hey, Hedway, don't be afraid, we need your help."

Harry went forward to smooth the fur of his own owl and was bitten several times in dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, Hedway worked efficiently enough.

Not long after, a big black dog came over stealthily.

With Sirius leading the way, the three of them passed through the folding building and entered the Black ancestral home.

As soon as they entered, there was a strong musty smell, and Harry was choked and coughed.

Sirius, who had turned into a human form again, was a little embarrassed. He said a little awkwardly: "Sorry, I didn't know you would come so suddenly. It's all the fault of that old guy Kreacher. He should at least complete the basic work as a house elf."

Hermione followed him in and saw a thin, hunched, and old elf standing in the corner in front of him. He was staring at them with a pair of mean eyes.

"Bringing strangers into the Black ancestral house casually, ignoring the honor of the family again, Master Sirius is still on the road of depravity. He has long abandoned the family tradition. He even blames Kreacher and tries to redeem his false and sloppy image." The elf named Kreacher rarely scolded Black as his master.

"Go back!"

Sirius raised his hand and scolded.

"He is anxious, he is anxious again!" The elf named Kreacher did not forget to turn back and taunt while leaving, loyal and venomous.

"A little elf with a very... personality."

Hermione gave such an evaluation. Unlike the original book, she wanted to help the house elves fight for their rights. She is much more realistic in this time and space.

"Don't worry about him, let's go in first."

Although the Black family is dilapidated, it was once a pure-blood noble family, and even produced the headmaster of Hogwarts.

It is said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and its background is naturally rich enough.

As far as the eye can see, there is a sense of being in an old British street, visiting a private museum.

"Who dares to trespass into the sacred territory of the Black family?"

Before walking into the main hall, a sharp voice came first.

Looking at the voice, it is a portrait. The lady in the painting has a serious face, eyes as sharp as an eagle, wearing a gorgeous robe and a hat with complicated decorations on her head. Her name is written on the frame next to it: Walburga Black.

She is also Sirius Black's mother.

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, Sirius ran over and covered her completely with a curtain.

"Damn you, you bloodline traitor! You dare to walk with the mudblood, it is a stain on our family's honor!" The words of this lady are like a sharp blade, showing the pure bloodline aristocracy.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, she is always like this, you know!" Sirius had to apologize again.

"It doesn't matter, at least the house won't feel empty." Hermione followed Lu Yuan's guidance, looked at a closed room and said: "Sirius, Harry and I came here for Voldemort's Horcrux this time. This matter involves your brother, Regulus Black. I think you need to know this."

Hermione's voice had just fallen, and Sirius had not responded yet. The old elf had reappeared in a corner of the hall and was staring at Hermione.

"Wait a minute, who are you talking about, Regulus? My Death Eater brother?!"

"Master Regulus shouldn't be evaluated like that! Master Regulus is the true heir to the family's glory, far better than Master Sirius!" The old elf named Kreacher pulled his ear and retorted, and then started to bang his head against the wall.

"Why are you out again?! Go back!"

"Wait a minute, Sirius, this matter is also related to your house elf." Hermione stopped him, "Why don't you listen to me first."

Sirius saw Harry nodding at him, "Okay, if you didn't mention it, I almost forgot this name, you go ahead."

Immediately Hermione recounted what Lu Yuan told him.