Chapter 243 You Should Call Me Uncle!

Sirius spread his hands, pulled over a fairly sturdy wooden chair, and looked at the Black family crest engraved on it with disgust.

He sat down on it:

"Okay, okay, I'll wait here, clean up the hallway, and figure out how to get my mother's portrait off the wall."

Kreacher didn't dare to insult Black directly, sobbed softly and walked out of the room, cursing Sirius in a low voice with words he had never heard before.

The four little ones had already jumped to the top floor, and they were going to start cleaning from here.

The Black family's old house was too big, and it seemed that the traceless extension spell had been released, which made this five-story building look like a maze castle.

Not long after, the four little ones ran down, and Ron said with a very experienced look:

"All the velvet curtains are hiding a lot of vixens, and we need a lot of vixen killers."

This did not take into account that magic has a much worse effect on living things than on dead things.

Malfoy crossed his arms and praised very abnormally: "Weasley, it seems that you are quite talented in doing housework, unlike me, who can't do anything."

"Really? No, I just often watch my mother do housework, and I'm influenced by her." Ron said rather embarrassedly.

Harry and Hermione next to him had already covered their faces and couldn't bear to look directly. They were not praising you, Ron!

After a while of arguing, it was through Black's suggestion that Zhang Xiao knew that there was actually a store specifically for elves to buy things. They didn't need to bring money, but were accounted for.

The owner asked the elves to buy whatever they needed, and the account was recorded in the owner's family, and settled once a month.

In the following time, they had to write a long list and hand it to the elves.

Fortunately, the elves were very fast. In almost the blink of an eye, they came back with large and small bags of things.

Each of the little wizards held a large bottle filled with black liquid fox killer.

Malfoy also put a lot of Mrs. Skoll's brand all-purpose magic stain remover into his small bag.

The crowd dispersed again, and Zhang Xiao took Kreacher to the foyer on the second floor. He remembered that in the original book, it seemed that Slytherin's locket was found here.

However, in the original book, this old house had been initially cleaned by members of the Order of the Phoenix, but at this moment, it seemed to have been abandoned for decades, with thick dust everywhere, and the carpet with exquisite patterns had turned into a black and rotten thing.

It was hard to imagine how Kreacher survived here, or what he had been doing in the ten years since old Mrs. Black died.

"Light!"

Zhang Xiao snapped his fingers again, pinching his waist and looking at the extremely dirty living room that was illuminated. He whispered to himself:

"I love magic!"

He pulled out his wand and waved it with great force:

"Sweep away the whirlwind! Sweep away the whirlwind! Sweep away the whirlwind! Sweep away the whirlwind!"

The strong wind seemed to have a special attraction and rolled up large clumps of smoke and dust around. Soon a huge gray wind ball condensed in the center of the room, and the thick dust almost formed a solid body inside.

Zhang Xiao thrust his wand forward, as if thrusting forward a sharp sword:

"Clean it up!"

Only cracks of light shone on the dust-collected smoke ball, and the smoke ball twisted and shrank rapidly, and finally disappeared.

Zhang Xiao put down his wand and breathed slightly.

Only Kreacher stood behind him and looked at Zhang Xiao with awe, muttering in a low voice: "Powerful, honorable young master."

This set of actions seems simple, but in fact it is supported by powerful strength. The lower and upper limits of the spell of clean up are very high.

Hermione could use this spell in her first year, and she could even use the spell to restore it to its original state in her second year.

But her clean-up could only remove the words on the parchment and some small stains.

Even some housewives who were relatively proficient in household magic would never let Zhang Xiao remove this big ball of smoke and dust like this.

After the dust was removed, the whole living room looked much better. The paint on the furniture had long been peeling off, revealing the base color of the wood underneath, although it looked shabby.

But the former glory and wealth of the Black family can still be seen.

Zhang Xiao tried to use the spell to restore it to its original state on the things here, but the effect was limited. The effectiveness of the repair spell is quite powerful, but the longer the time has passed, the worse the effect is.

It's like using it on a cultural relic, it's hard to make it look fresh out of the oven.

After trying several times and only being able to barely repair it a little, Zhang Xiao simply gave up this thankless job.

He didn't lack money, so why bother.

He walked to the glass door cabinets on both sides of the mantel.

It was filled with all kinds of weird stuff: a batch of rusty daggers, animal claws, a coiled snake skin, and a bunch of dull silver boxes.

There were words engraved on them that Zhang Xiao couldn't understand, like goblin language or runes.

What made people feel most uncomfortable was a decorative crystal bottle with a large opal embedded in the stopper, and the bottle was filled with something like blood.

Zhang Xiao waved his wand, and the cabinet opened automatically. The things inside flew up and landed in front of the big box that had been prepared long ago.

Kreacher suddenly asked in his low voice:

"Dear young master, what do you plan to do with the Black family's property?"

Zhang Xiao responded easily while waving his magic wand to guide these things to fly into the cardboard box:

"Kreacher, don't worry, Sirius only lent me the right to use it temporarily, but this house still belongs to the Black family.

I plan to find a room large enough to store these things upstairs without throwing them away or selling them.

If you are worried, I can leave the maintenance of these things to you, you only need to be responsible for taking care of them. "

Kreacher widened his gray eyes, looked at Zhang Xiao in disbelief, and asked eagerly:

"Dear little master, are you telling the truth?

Won't these things be cleared? Could I be responsible for guarding the Black family property? "

Zhang Xiao nodded, used the floating technique to lift up the almost full large box, and walked downstairs.

"Kreacher, if we were together longer, you would know that I never joke."

Kreacher bent down deeply, his big nose almost touching the floor, and almost cried with joy:

"Thank you, kind, great, noble young master!"

"Malfoy, Hermione, come here, see what we found!"

In one room, Harry shouted loudly and quickly covered half of his face with a tea towel. The little witch covered in gray and the equally gray-faced Brother Drag ran over from another room.

"Potter, do you know that you have to concentrate when you work, otherwise we won't be able to finish it in a few days if we follow this method!"

Malfoy dusted off his clothes vigorously and looked at Harry and Ron with an unfriendly expression. In the past hour, Harry had called them about four or five times.

Whether it's particularly ugly, like a pair of multi-legged tweezers, or a bunch of antique seals, or even a Merlin First Class Order. It can make Harry scream.

One in particular had a music box, and when the clockwork was wound, the ominous music of Tintin Dongdong was faintly emitted, and then they all found themselves inexplicably becoming weak and drowsy.

If Hermione hadn't made a quick decision and closed the lid quickly, several young wizards might have been knocked down by it.

It was this box that made Malfoy furious, urging the seemingly mindless Gryffindor to control his recklessness.

Don't try to touch something you don't understand.

Malfoy couldn't understand a monster hand that obviously looked wrong and was placed upright in a glass cover.

Why did Harry have the strange idea of ​​'This thing seems interesting, let's shake hands with it'.

What's even more outrageous is that after Harry was tightly grasped by this hand, everyone spent a lot of effort to rescue him, and in the blink of an eye, Ron was holding it again!

These Gryffindors have shit in their heads!

Only Granger could barely make Malfoy look at her, provided that her furry little head belonging to Gryffindor didn't suddenly get crazy, otherwise Ravenclaw's body would still handle things very carefully.

"It's different this time! Come and look at this tapestry -" Harry waved his hands and pointed at this huge tapestry in surprise. It looked very old and old, and the color was dim. It seemed that foxes had bitten it in several places. broken.

However, the gold thread embroidered on it still shone brightly, and they could clearly see a branching family tree that could be traced back to the Middle Ages.

There are several large words embroidered on the top of the tapestry: The noble and oldest Black family is always pure.

Malfoy clicked his tongue, shook his head and said, "I also have a pure-blood tapestry at home, but it's not as big as this one."

He looked at it and added, sighing and saying: "Even for the Black family, the oldest pure-blood family, the genealogy tapestry is as thin as a piece of paper compared to Zhang's.

If Zhang's family also used such a tapestry, it would probably fill the entire house. "

The Gryffindor friend stuck out his tongue. It had long been rumored in the school that Zhang's family was unfathomable and had a terrifyingly long history, even older than the wizarding world in England.

But most people think this is bragging. Slytherin, who knows the specific facts, keeps it secret. It's not that they don't want to tell it, but it has been more than 3,200 years. No one would believe it!

Hermione's eyes roamed back and forth on this tapestry, matching the names on it with what she had learned in the history of magic. Suddenly her eyes stopped on a name:

"Look! Phineas Nigellus! He should be Sirius's great-great-grandfather."

Ron, Harry and Malfoy looked at the name together and asked in unison: "Hermione/Granger, who is he?"

The little witch's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the bewildered trio:

"Have you never paid attention to the history of Hogwarts?

He used to be the headmaster of Hogwarts!

And he is the most unpopular headmaster in history. It is said that during his tenure, Muggle discrimination in the school reached its peak! "

Hermione looked down again and pointed at another name:

"Araminta Melifren - trying to force through a Ministry of Magic decree decriminalizing the killing of Muggles!"

The trio gasped again: "Is she crazy?"

"Yes, that's why she left her name in the history of magic - the craziest legal proposal in history."

The little witch pursed her lips, obviously disgusted with this man.

Harry shrugged: "Well, these are all accidents. I wanted to call you here mainly because of this--"

He pointed to a place on the tapestry, and everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

A double-stranded golden thread connected Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy together.

Then a single vertical golden thread connected their names to Draco Malfoy's name.

"Look! Malfoy is also on it."

The young master looked at Harry who was making a fuss speechlessly, as if he was looking at a giant monster:

"Please, I have been calling Uncle Black. If the brain is not used, it can be donated to those in need, such as Professor Snape.

He has repeatedly persuaded Gryffindor to show courage and bravely contribute his brain to contribute to potions."

Hermione, Harry, and Ron glared at him.

Malfoy's output is still not over:

"Pure-blood families are related to each other, such as Aunt Molly of the Weasley family is from the Prewett family."

Suddenly Malfoy closed his mouth and said nothing.

Harry and Ron were listening attentively and couldn't help asking:

"Malfoy, go on! I also want to know how we are related."

Hermione pinched her chin, looked at the tapestry thoughtfully, and suddenly pointed to a name and said:

"This person married into the Potter family, and looks like your grandfather, Harry. And this one married into the Weasley family-"

"Oh my God! That's my grandmother!"

Ron held his head and shouted in surprise.

"So." Hermione's eyes flashed with a look of sudden enlightenment, and she hit her palm with her fist: "I understand!

Ron, Harry, according to this pedigree chart, you are all Malfoy's-uncle! (According to Chinese customs, it should be uncle)"

Uncle?

Harry and Ron were stunned, and then looked at Malfoy, whose face was getting paler and paler.

Hey uncle!

A large number of strange things were gathered in the hallway, daggers, books, decorations, plates, silverware, armor, photos.

Compared to the four little ones who were slacking off, the elves were almost at their peak. They specialized in housekeeping magic and were as good as a team.

They cleaned the entire mansion at an incredible speed.

Yu Shui reported seriously:

"The most honorable and kind young master, there is a Boggart in the desk on the third floor, a ghoul in the closet on the fourth floor, and 528 suspected fifth-grade black magic items were found."

Sirius almost scratched his neat hair into a chicken coop. He looked at the things piled everywhere helplessly and said with a headache:

"Zhang, how about I throw them all away?"

Throw them all away? Zhang Xiao's mouth twitched. He had seen prodigals, but he had never seen such a prodigal. Many of the silver tableware of the Black family were the most exquisite goblin silverware in the 15th century, which were very popular in the market.

Many wizard families would be proud of having one or two pieces, but here they exist in sets.

And this is just a small part of the huge junk. If it is thrown away, it is estimated that the garbage dump will erupt into a bloody battle.

Only those who stand to the end have the right to pick up garbage.

In Zhang Xiao's eyes, Sirius made a French greeting:

"Okay, okay, I won't throw it away. I will identify it now, I will identify it now."

Zhang Xiao looked at the things in front of him with a little regret. Although the things were scattered, he had also looked at the cabinet in the original book. There was no pendant box, and there was no pendant box in these things.

Not far away, Kreacher's eyes flickered as the things were put away in different categories, and then sent to the spacious house upstairs by the elves. Even the photos that Sirius hated very much were wrapped up one by one.

It looked for a long time, and it seemed to have finally made up its mind. It dragged its feet and disappeared into the darkness.

When it reappeared, it was already dragging a dirty and torn sack, looking at Zhang Xiao with gray eyes, revealing a hint of begging, and whispered:

"Dear young master, old Kreacher has some things here. Can you put them in that room together?"

Zhang Xiao looked at the mess of Kreacher lying on the ground, and a gray pendant box with a small silver snake bent into an S shape on it.

Finally found you. Slytherin's pendant box.

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