Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 354 348. Don’t you look down on the Black family’s property?

"Be careful, Weasley boy. That ring represents the head of the family, Black."

Phineas shouted, pointing to a large gold ring engraved with the Black family sigil, rather tacky in style and texture.

However, it is also very straightforward to reveal that the Black family is very rich. Gold has represented wealth since ancient times. Judging from the occasional flash of light on the ring's name, it should be a magic item or an alchemical item.

"Really? Then why throw such an important thing into the trash?"

Ron asked with his hands on his hips without any sign of weakness.

"Garbage dump?"

This time it was Phineas' turn to be stunned. If he remembered correctly, such important things should be placed in the owner's room on the fifth floor.

"Yeah, I found it in a hole under the cupboard."

Ron said truthfully, it took him a lot of effort to get these things out of the hole.

"Who dares to throw away the most important inheritance of the Black family?!"

Phineas usually either stays in the portrait in the Ministry of Magic or in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts. He doesn't know exactly what happened at home, but he is obviously angry now, and his nose in the portrait has become crooked. Crooked.

Harry pushed the door open from the side room and heard him explain: "I seem to have heard Sirius say that he threw away a bunch of 'useless' things."

"This prodigal! How could such a bastard come out of the Black family?!"

Fortunately, Phineas is already dead, otherwise Sirius would be so angry that he would have high blood pressure.

If you despise this family, you can get out and never come back. Back then, you vowed to break up with the family and said that you would never return to this family in the future. As a result, you were imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years and found yourself homeless when you came out. What does it mean to shamelessly run back to Blake's old house and throw away the family's 'heritage' as rubbish?

"Dursley!"

Phineas shouted loudly, and he seemed to say with great determination: "Put on that ring, and from now on you will be the head of the Black family."

"Well"

Dudley's head was full of questions. He didn't know what the old man was saying: "Old Mr. Black, Sirius is the legitimate heir of the Black family. The portrait cannot change the heir's opinion, even if you are the ancestor of the Black family."

"And he's given it all to Harry."

"That bastard has no right to inherit this!"

Phineas roared, he had never felt so angry.

"Don't you look down on the Black family's property?"

"Yeah, I don't like it."

He really doesn't care about the old house. The old castle built next to Potter's old house has a much better environment than here. As for the dark magic items, he doesn't care much about them. The magic items he made are not better than this?

The only things in the Black family that he could appreciate were the books in the study. Unfortunately, most of them were damaged, and it would take a lot of effort and money to restore them all.

"The Black family has money. Lots and lots of money. It's all in Gringotts. I know where the key is. As long as you agree, it's all yours."

Phineas tried to seduce him with money.

In his opinion, no one can resist the charm of money. This is indeed the case, but he has found the wrong target.

Actually want to use money to attack Dudley?

Draco interjected: "How does the Black family's wealth compare to Malfoy's?"

"The Black family used to be richer than Malfoy!"

Phineas said angrily, and he became angry when he mentioned this matter. They are all the unworthy descendants of the prodigal family. The Black family was once the richest.

Malfoy can only be ranked second.

"The richest Malfoy has become a thing of the past. Brother D is now richer than our family."

Phineas was silent.

This student who has not graduated yet is outstanding beyond his imagination.

"The legacy of the Black family cannot be cut off at the hands of that unworthy descendant!"

He finally said hoarsely.

"Actually, Harry is not bad. Giving Sirius to him will not tarnish the reputation of the Black family."

The Potter family is also an ancient pure-blood family, and it does not disgrace the reputation of the Black family, but Phineas is still angry when he thinks that it was given by that unscrupulous descendant.

"What is this? Is it also a treasure of the Black family?"

Draco picked up the memorial box that Ron had thrown to the ground.

He wanted to open the box, but found that he couldn't open it, which surprised him. Although his strength was not as strong as Harry and Neville, he was still very strong.

"I don't know, I've never seen it before."

Phineas muttered under his breath.

"Don't touch that!"

There was a scream outside the door, and Kreacher instantly appeared in front of Draco, snatched the box away, and held it tightly in his arms.

"My little master's things, you disgusting, despicable, damn thieves who are more annoying than sewer maggots!"

The characteristic curse sounded.

"Hey, you call us thieves?"

"Didn't Sirius throw this away?"

Ron wanted to snatch the box, but Kreacher used a small-scale apparation to dodge it. House elves are best at this magic.

"That's what Master Regulus gave me before he died. No one has the right to touch it!"

Kreacher snapped.

"Wait, you said Regulus is dead? How did he die?"

Phineas suddenly became excited.

Compared to Sirius, both Mrs. Black and Phineas felt that Regulus was the most suitable heir to the Black family.

It's just that he disappeared suddenly and no one knew where he went.

No one thought that the house elves at home knew the truth.

"Kreacher promised what Master Regulus could not say! Kreacher disobeyed his orders!"

Kreacher was like crazy, banging his head against the floor.

"Damn! Damn Kreacher!"

With just one click, a large amount of blood appeared on his head.

"Stop!"

A ray of magic hit Kreacher's body, causing him to stop self-mutilation.

"Kreacher, tell me everything you know about Regulus!"

Phineas' breathing became rapid. He wanted to know the cause of death of the direct descendant of the Black family.

Several other people heard this and planned to leave the room at this time. After all, it was the Black family's business, and it was best not to know too much if it was not necessary. However, Kreacher's first words made them sit back.

"When he was 16 years old, Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord's group. A year later, he hurriedly returned home and saw Kreacher. He told Kreacher that the Dark Lord needed a house elf, Regulus. The young master recommended Kreacher."