The Admiral of Hogwarts

Sirius Black had simply thrown away all sorts of things when he was cleaning the room before. Although even Mrs. Weasley felt it was a bit of a waste to throw them away like that, she didn't really say anything.

The reason why she didn't say anything was simple: Westerners, whether they were Muggles or wizards, took property rights very seriously, so others shouldn't interfere when Sirius Black was disposing of his own wealth.

Of course, Hugo and the others were an exception, because they weren't members of the Order of the Phoenix, so they didn't have a stake in these things like others did, and as minors, they had fewer taboos when speaking.

"I admit these magical items are useful, but what are you going to do with this pile of stuff?" Sirius Black, who was helping to clean up, asked suddenly, pointing to a pile of things on the carpet after inspecting them.

This pile of stuff had just been cleared out of the cabinet, and Hermione and the Weasley twins were using cleaning charms to clean the thick dust off them.

The pile included a stack of porcelain printed with the Black family crest, a pile of books promoting blood purity, several silver photo frames, a large gold ring engraved with the Black family crest, and a first-class Order of Merlin medal in a dusty box.

"These things are just honors or luxuries that my father or grandfather bought. If other things can be useful in the future, I don't think these things are very useful."

"At least when facing Voldemort or the Death Eaters, wearing a Merlin medal that my grandfather bought with money won't make your survival rate on the battlefield any higher than others, and may even make you a target."

"But they are quite valuable." Hugo picked up a goblin-made silver cup at this time and said, "For example, this silver cup can be sold for seven or eight Galleons, and a complete set of six with a teapot and plates is 20% more expensive than retail."

"Think about it, we can only exchange two hundred Galleons a year at most, and this set of yours is worth 120 Galleons. Although this is your wealth and it's up to you how to dispose of it, I think it's too wasteful to throw it away like this."

Hugo's words were sincere. For an ancient pure-blood family like the Black family, the things that can be placed in the living room and in the display cabinet as a facade are definitely not cheap. It would be a pity to destroy and throw them away like in the original story.

"Sorry, I never realized this before." After hearing Hugo's words, Sirius Black was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the family's belongings with a new perspective.

He was born into a pure-blood family like the Black family, and even after leaving, he inherited his uncle's inheritance and received the care of the Potter family, and finally ended up in Azkaban.

So it can be said that Sirius Black had never worried about money in the first thirty years of his life, and naturally he was not sensitive to money at all.

For example, when giving Harry a gift, he directly gave the best and most expensive flying broom, which is actually the same as an ordinary person giving a top-of-the-line sports car as a gift.

"I can sell these things that I've cleaned out and donate the money to the Order of the Phoenix." Looking at the things on the ground, Sirius Black's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"For example, selling this silver photo frame should be able to buy a small bottle of Essence of Murtlap, and selling this first-class Order of Merlin medal should be able to buy a Cleansweep series broom—" he muttered.

"If my family knew that their precious collections had become weapons to oppose the pure-blood supremacy theory that they had insisted on for a lifetime, the expressions on their faces would definitely be very interesting. That's right, let's do it this way."

Sirius Black would not want the money obtained from selling the items, because it represented the past he had always wanted to get rid of, so he decided to donate it to the Order of the Phoenix.

In his opinion, the Order of the Phoenix is now fighting against those rotten pure-blood supremacists. So using these pure-blood resources to support the Order of the Phoenix's struggle is definitely a very interesting thing.

So in the following time, he began to help Hugo and the others sort out these materials, and told everyone the stories behind those materials. Because Hermione had told him before that the stories behind these antiques could also increase the price.

After everyone had sorted for more than an hour, Mrs. Weasley and Vineto returned to the room, and then Vineto also joined their work, which made everyone's actions faster.

Of course, some interesting things were also encountered during the cleaning process, such as they found a particularly ugly silver utensil, like a multi-legged tweezers.

As soon as Harry picked it up, it quickly climbed up Harry's arm like a spider, and even tried to pierce his skin with its sharp feet.

As a result, Vineto, who was next to him, quickly grabbed the silver utensil, and then squeezed it hard in the middle with his five fingers, crushing the thing that was still struggling into pieces.

"Thank you!" Harry looked a little frightened, after all, humans always have a sense of inner tension when facing sharp objects. Of course, Vineto's crushing of the metal instrument just now was indeed a bit shocking.

"You're welcome! Shouldn't everyone help each other?" After hearing Harry's thanks, Vineto said with a smile, and then noticed the thing in Harry's hand. "What is this?"

"Looks like a pendant box that hangs around the neck." Harry said after scratching the box, "This thing was previously placed in that cabinet, and it seems to have rusted to death and cannot be opened."

"I don't seem to remember this thing in the cabinet." Sirius Black, who was attracted, looked at the box and then frowned. "This may have been put in after I was kicked out of the house."

"You actually remember the origin of every item in the cabinet? How did you do that? Sometimes I don't remember how the things in my display cabinet are arranged." Hermione said in surprise after hearing Sirius Black's words.

"Because I hate these things." Sirius Black smiled wryly. "But from the time I was five years old, my parents often brought me here to tell me the stories behind each item."

"If I accidentally didn't say or said the wrong glory contained behind a certain item, then my next meal would only be bread crusts and plain water. Under such circumstances, even if I leave here for many years, I still remember every item."

"Can I take a look?" After Vineto roughly determined what the thing in front of him was, Hugo stepped forward and said, "Maybe this is some magical item."

"There aren't that many magical items." Sirius Black smiled and handed over the pendant box, and said at the same time. "Even pure-blood families can't cast magic on all their things."

"That's not necessarily true." Hugo took the pendant box and then smiled and said. "You know a lot of magical items. You can't tell from the appearance, and you can even say that some magical items don't look like magical items at all."

After speaking, he put the pendant box in a silver plate, and then began to draw runes on the silver plate with various materials.