Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Harry, it is normal for pure blood families to marry each other."

Clark looked at Harry and said helplessly: "If you only want your children to marry pure-bloods, then your options are actually very limited."

"Yeah," Sirius said with emotion: "In fact, there are not many pure pure blood wizards like us left in the wizarding world. After all, bloodlines can't be eaten as food. How many wizard families advertise their pure bloodlines, They have all disappeared into the long river of history.”

"That can't be said," Clark had a different opinion on this. "The magic of wizards is rooted in the blood, and this way of dissolving the magic in the blood, and it can be passed down for a long time, in today's magic world, early There is no trace."

"So, in order to pass on the power of one's own family smoothly, maintaining the bloodline concentration has become the only way out of nowhere.

I remember that your Black family uses crows, stars and skeletons as their emblems, and the power inherited in the blood seems to be mainly about reporting death and guiding the undead..."

Clark remembered the ending of Sirius in the original book. The last heir of the family who inherited the death and guided the undead was unable to predict his own death in the end. Isn't this a kind of backlash from blood power?

He and Sirius were chatting there, and Harry, who was on the side, looked at the family tree of the Black family, but found a strange name on it:

Bellatrix Black, a two-strand thread joins her name to Rodolphus Lestrange.

"Lestrange..." Harry groaned loudly, covering his head, looking like he was in pain.

These two names touched something in his memory, like an introduction, and pulled out many pictures - the ancient castle, the corridor, the red light, the mourning, the prisoner, the tide...

Harry was sure he must have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where it was for a while, which gave him a strange, eerie feeling deep inside him.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Seeing Harry's pained expression, Sirius quickly supported him and asked with concern.

"I think I've seen them there." Harry's headache eased a little, and he said a little uncertainly.

"Impossible," Sirius said with certainty, "they were locked up in Azkaban. I remember very clearly that when I was there, she and her husband were locked in the cell opposite me. inside."

When he said this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and it seemed that just thinking about that bad experience made people very uncomfortable.

"Azkaban!" Harry suddenly understood, the fragments of the images in his mind were all connected by this word at the moment, the dream at Clark's house last night, the one that happened in Azkaban prison Dream.

Sirius still didn't know that Harry had recovered. Seeing him standing there blankly, he continued:

"Bellatrix and her husband Rodolphus were in with Barty Crouch Jr., and Rodolphus' younger brother Rabastan was with them.

After the fall of Voldemort, they still did not give up and committed a very serious crime..."

"They were saved by Voldemort!" Harry interrupted Sirius eagerly, "I see, Voldemort is in Azkaban, he saved these Death Eaters!"

Clark and Sirius looked at him in shock.

"You... saw it with your own eyes?" Clark asked suspiciously.

Harry hesitated.

"No...but I saw it in my dream!" he emphasized again, "Voldemort came back to life, right in Azkaban, hatched from a big red egg, and he tortured that woman, that...be Latrix!"

Clark and Sirius looked at each other, and in the end, Sirius said in disbelief.

"Harry, maybe it was just a dream? Bellatrix and the others are locked up in Azkaban, and I haven't heard of Azkaban being taken by Voldemort.

Besides... an egg! Voldemort hatched from an egg? The joke wasn't funny at all, although he did look like a viper. "

"But..." Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Clark cut him off.

"Okay, Harry, it's not that we don't believe you, it's just that the story you told and the dream you had was really... it was too bizarre."

Sirius nodded cooperatively, much to Harry's dismay.

"That's right, everyone knows that the mad woman at Bellatrix is ​​Mysterio's most loyal lackey, and Mystery is also the most favored of her.

So when you say that You-Know-Who tortures or kills a Muggle, I believe, torture Bellatrix, that's a joke. "

Clark patted Harry on the shoulder at this time and joked, "I know you're in a hurry to move in and live with Sirius, but it's not like you had such a nightmare in my house."

Harry was speechless, and he even began to wonder if he really had a nightmare as Clark said.

However, that nightmare was too real.

It's just that before he could continue to think deeply, Sirius waved his hand, "Okay, don't look at this, the name on it is nothing to see."

He thought that Harry's words were just the effect of seeing these names, and Harry could only shut his mouth completely.

"Let's complete the promise between us first," Sirius said to Clark as he took them away from the genealogy tapestry, "There are also some collections on this floor, although not the most precious, but you may be interested. Not sure."

Sirius Black pointed to the dusty glass-doored cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece. "You can pick it up for yourself."

Saying that, he just wanted to pull back the tightly covered curtains beside him.

Suddenly, Sirius uttered a curse, and Clark turned to look, and saw the long, yellow-green velvet curtain buzzing like invisible bees flying inside.

The next moment, several adult foxes flew out from the folds of the curtains.

They are covered in thick black fur, and have two arms and two legs, with a human shape, but very small.

Well, this is more annoying than bees.

As a pest in the magical world, foxes are often mistaken for fairies by Muggles, but they are actually quite different creatures from fairies.

They are more ferocious and annoying than fairies. Not only do they reproduce quickly, they can lay 500 eggs at a time, but they are also very ferocious and like to gnaw on things, so sometimes even people are included in their attack list.

It's like a mix of borers, termites, bees, and mosquitoes.

Just now, caught off guard, Blake's hand was bitten by them.

At this moment, these little creatures disturbed by Sirius buzzed their beetle-like wings, their serrated teeth were exposed, and their four little fists were clenched angrily, as if they wanted to continue to attack.

Clark blinked when he saw this, and used his spiritual power to control these foxes, knocking them out.

"Hasn't Kreacher been cleaning for more than ten years?" Sirius said bitterly.

"Maybe it's because he's old..." Harry said.

"No! Kreacher will surprise you with what he can do if he wants to."

Sirius pinched his injured fingers, and sat down on an armchair with a hollow in the middle, then shouted in disgust and jumped up—

He looked down and felt relieved, it wasn't alive, it wouldn't hurt, it didn't matter - it was just a litter of dead puffballs.

Clark suppressed his smile and said to him, "I remember that Hu Meizi's teeth are poisonous, so I think you'd better take some antidote."

Sirius found that his fingers at this time were indeed exactly as Clark said. The wound bitten by Hu Meizi became more and more painful and itchy, and even his fingers were swollen like carrots.

"There seems to be an antidote in my room. You guys can play here for a while, Clark, you can pick any of those things, I'll go up first."

With that said, without waiting for Harry and Clark to react, he strode upstairs.

When the master was away, Clark focused his attention on the cabinet in front of him.

Like the other facilities in this room, the two glass cabinets in front of him that were supposed to be gorgeous and dazzling, now the glass cabinet doors have become very dirty, covered with dust and sticky black glue.

And the magic objects in the cabinets are also very strange, and they seem to be reluctant to leave the dusty shelves.

Clark opened the cabinet door and began to carefully organize everything.

This includes:

A magic short sword, unfortunately it doesn't seem to be made by goblins, and it has become rusty without any maintenance.

The claw of an animal that he didn't know, the well-informed Clark thought it belonged to a Thunderbird, but it also lost all its magic power due to time. The tip feels numb.

A coiled magic snake skin, this is a good thing, the material of the snake skin is very tough, whether it is a leather armor or a belt, it is very suitable.

In addition, there is a transparent crystal bottle inlaid with a piece of opal, which holds half a bottle of thick blood.

Because the bottle was tightly sealed, there was still a strong magic power in the blood. Clark did not open it, but he also counted it in the transaction.

Because he could see that this is the blood of the leopard cat, which has a strong amplifying effect on spiritual spells, and is also an important raw material for Veritaserum.

In addition to this, Harry found a silver snuff box, and was about to pick it up to examine it, but was stopped by Clark.

He stretched out his wand and poked the snuffbox, and it snapped **** the wand at once, startling Harry.

"It should contain sarcoid powder." Clark subdued the snuff bottle, opened it carefully, and glanced at it.

"It's a tool used by wizards to tease Muggles. If you get on it, you will have an ugly crust on your skin."

Harry hurried back a few steps, but didn't dare to touch these things at will.

Just before he could retract his hand, a particularly ugly looking silver tool, like a pair of tweezers, was crawling up Harry's arm as quickly as a spider, and wanted to stab him. skin.

Fortunately, Clark was quick-witted, and he picked up a book called "Born Noble: The Genealogy of Wizards" and shot it to death.

"What are these!" Harry was startled.

Clark was not surprised by this, "Obviously, these are some black magic items collected by the Black family. Of course, what is more dangerous, Sirius should have been put away."

He picked up a music box at random, and as soon as he twisted the clockwork, the ominous music of Tintin Dongdong faintly emitted from the music box.

Clark just thought the music was unpleasant, but when he turned his head, he found that Harry had become inexplicably weak, lethargic, and lay directly on the dusty sofa.

So he hurriedly closed the lid, only now that Harry had fallen asleep.

Well, Clark didn't wake him, just continued to look inside the glass cabinet.

Then, he suddenly saw the target of his visit this time, a dusty souvenir box placed in a glass cabinet.

That is Voldemort's Horcrux - Slytherin's Locket!

Clark didn't expect this thing to be so blatantly placed here.

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In addition, there is a grey box containing a Merlin 1st Class Medal, awarded to Sirius's grandfather for "contribution to the Ministry of Magic".

As well as a large gold ring with the Blake family logo and family photo in a silver frame.

Clark ignored the useless things and focused on the locket.

Absolutely not wrong, Clark had deliberately searched for the portraits of the four founders of Hogwarts, in the portraits,

The locket hanging on Salazar Slytherin's chest is exactly the same as the one in front of him.

Above the silver locket, in the center, is a capital letter "s" inlaid with emeralds, like a curved viper, covered by a transparent and flawless crystal.

Snake + "s" + emerald, this is the unique symbol of the Slytherin family, as long as you have a little understanding of the history of magic or the heraldry of the pure blood wizard family, you can know the true meaning of this letter.

And around the capital "s"-shaped letter, there is a circle of strange lines that resemble feathers and look like the teeth of a poisonous snake.

The complexity of its style is like some kind of ancient text conveying some information.

Clark could only vaguely make out that several of the letters were astrological symbols that seemed to involve the measurement of the relative angles of the planets and their relationship to each other.

As for the rest, Clark didn't know it, but he could sense it.

There is a power flowing in these strange patterns, not a dark golden light flashing on those patterns, from the eight corners of the locket, converging on the emerald in the center.

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