Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 353 347. Just give money? ? ?

"This place is terrible."

"There are as many foxes as hair on the head, a mentally disturbed house elf, and a bunch of lunatic portraits. There's no place worse than here."

Ron complained, picking his ears hard to calm himself down from the terrible scream just now.

Several people returned to the second floor. To be precise, they were almost on the third floor now.

"Harry, what else is in the rooms on the upper floors?"

Even the taciturn Neville couldn't help but ask: "Vampire? Banshee? Or a more terrifying dark magic creature?"

"Don't say that, the books here are still very good."

Hermione held up the ancient book she just took out from the study and shook it.

"there is none left."

Harry shook his head: "That's all Sirius brought me here that time. Those portraits were of his mother, Mrs. Black."

"I understand." Draco said with a sudden look on his face.

Ron said slightly unhappy: "What do you understand? The remaining rooms are full of female ghosts? Or are they a large group of inferi?"

Draco didn't bother to talk to him at all, but said to the others: "It's not unusual to see pictures that can talk and move. All it takes is a little revealing potion."

"What's rare is that giant portrait. The size of the Hogwarts portrait is rare in the wizarding world. But Mrs. Black's portrait is bigger, so it's not a simple portrait. I suspect it's a piece of magic. Object, she carries Mrs. Black’s thoughts on it.”

Some wizards infuse their thoughts into magical items. The most typical example is the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts.

"Mrs. Black is not mentally normal. Didn't you notice? The way she just cursed was very similar to Kreacher."

"I think it was Lady Black's portrait that gave Kreacher the order."

The portrait carries Mrs. Black's thoughts. In the absence of other heirs of this house, it is not surprising that Kreacher would listen to Mrs. Black according to the contract.

"Oh my gosh, you're such a good detective."

Ron winked at Draco, who still ignored him.

"Pour your consciousness into the portrait. She must be waiting for someone."

Hermione analyzed.

"Waiting for Sirius?" Neville said.

Harry shook his head: "Most likely not. Sirius told me that he has a very bad relationship with his family. Mrs. Black is a very old-fashioned pure-blood wizard and is very dissatisfied with Sirius entering Gryffindor. , the two had many quarrels because of this, so he basically hasn’t spent much time at home since he went to school.”

"Maybe it's his younger brother. I heard from Sirius that Mrs. Black likes her little son very much."

A few people were discussing and walking on the third floor of Blake's old house. When they passed a certain room on the third floor, a figure suddenly appeared on a blank portrait.

"Hey, I just received an alert that there was a suspicious person in the house."

An old-fashioned voice suddenly sounded, and the image of a bald old man appeared on the portrait.

"It turns out to be you guys"

"Frequent visitors to Headmaster Dumbledore's office."

The person who spoke was also an old acquaintance of Dudley and the others - Phineas Nigellus Black, one of the past principals in the Hogwarts Headmaster's Office. He has the title of the most unpopular principal. He is also the youngest headmaster. Great-great-grandfather of Sirius Black.

"Especially you, the glory of Slytherin, the Black family welcomes you."

Phineas looked at Dudley with a smile.

Everyone finally settled in the old Black house. On the one hand, it was not long before school started, so it was good to have a change of environment. On the other hand, the Black family's collection of books was really rich.

The only pity is that Phineas, as a portrait, cannot teach them magic knowledge.

Even if he is a portrait that can move freely, it is just a portrait. It only has thinking but not their knowledge.

This old man did know where the precious books of the Black family were placed, which saved a few people the time of searching. Moreover, he had a good relationship with Draco, and even said that he would give Draco the collection of the Black family over the years.

However, he was rejected by the latter.

It is said that the collection is actually mostly dark magic items. The Black family has more dark magic items than the Malfoy family. There are several glass cabinets, and the specific usage of many items cannot be determined with the naked eye.

They include, but are not limited to, rusty daggers, animal claws, coiled snake skins, blood-filled crystal bottles with an opal inside that look like decorative crystal bottles, biting silver rhinitis boxes, and the like.

It’s like a smaller version of the Bojin Bock store in Turn Corner Alley.

Why is it said to be a smaller version? Because the black magic items here are far less dangerous than those in Bojinbok's store.

It took about a whole day for a few people to thoroughly clean the old Blake house. It's not that people with mysophobia or the like were already in the house, so they couldn't live in a tent here.

And those annoying ‘biting fairies’ will soon breed again if they are not thoroughly cleaned up.

"WOW, look what this is?"

Ron took out a dusty box from nowhere. After opening it, he took out a sparkling first-class Merlin Xun.

"It's exactly the same as Brother D's."

There was a line of small writing written on the box, and Ron read it out.

"Rewarding the Black family for 'services to the Ministry of Magic'. Wow, what have they done?"

Ron's eyes widened after he said this. He didn't expect that there was such a talent in the Black family. Brother D got a first-class Merlin medal after he developed the 'Restore Humanoid Curse', so that member of the Black family back then had another What did you do?

He was immediately in awe when he thought of this. Although he didn't know it, it must be an amazing achievement.

But this respect quickly evaporated.

"Oh, you're talking about this." Phineas in the portrait answered Ron's doubts: "Some unscrupulous descendant of mine 'donated' a large sum of gold galleons to the Ministry of Magic, and then they gave This is him."

Then he changed into a distressed tone: "Such a large sum of gold galleons is exchanged for a meaningless medal. It would be more cost-effective to change to another position."

The tall image he had just established in Ron's mind collapsed instantly, along with his impression of the Ministry of Magic.

Can you get it by donating money?

Then I'm not

Oh, I can't afford it.

"It turned out to be useless."

Ron angrily threw the other things in his hands aside.

A ring, a silver picture frame and a souvenir box that cannot be opened.