Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Dudley slowly leaned down, staring at Kreacher with his copper bell-sized eyes, until he saw fear in the lifeless eyes of Kreacher, then he slowly spoke: "I don't want to hear the word 'mudblood' a second time. If I hear it a second time in this house, no matter who said it."

“I’d tear the whole house down.”

The high-level characteristics of the magical beast taming technique gradually manifested itself. There would be a natural suppression of magical creatures weaker than themselves, making them unconsciously submit to Dudley. Otherwise, why do you think Aragog listened to him so much? Strength is one aspect, but the important thing is this temperament.

Maybe he'll be an archdruid or a beast tamer someday.

"no, you can not!"

Kreacher screamed, not doubting what Dudley said.

"So you better not let that word appear in this house."

Dudley didn't give Kreacher a chance to speak and left with the others.

Not long after they left, Kreacher's curses were heard in the study, but the word "Mudblood" did not appear again.

He didn't care what the house-elf had been through, but he had to take care of his foul mouth.

"Harry, is he okay?" Ron pointed at Draco's head. "He looks a little off."

Draco slapped his hand away angrily and glared at him fiercely.

"Yes, Sirius said it was all because of his younger brother. His younger brother joined the Death Eaters when he was very young, and was killed by that group of people for unknown reasons. His mother became extremely mentally unstable due to excessive grief, and died not long after."

"Plus, Sirius himself was imprisoned for more than ten years, and Kreacher looked like this when he came back."

"But don't look at Kreacher like this, the food he cooks is delicious."

Harry, who has a picky mouth, said it was delicious, which shows that his cooking skills are really good.

"Generally speaking, when the master is missing, the house elves will quietly take charge of cleaning the entire house and wait for the master to return. This situation will continue until the moment they die."

As a member of the Malfoy family with a long history, Draco gave others some common sense about house-elves: "It has nothing to do with whether they are mentally normal or not. This is something engraved in their bones and is part of the contract."

"But this house obviously has not been cleaned, unless someone instructed him to do so."

Before they knew it, they had reached the staircase where Harry had said there was something bad, and Draco was halfway down.

He seemed to realize this himself, and stopped decisively, took out his wand, and waited quietly for the arrival of the "bad thing".

However, everything was quiet and nothing happened.

"It was just a false alarm." Draco breathed a sigh of relief: "Maybe it was just a prank by Sirius."

I've never heard of anyone putting weird things in their home.

However, not long after he finished saying this, the image of a woman suddenly emerged on one of the largest portraits on both sides of the stairs, among the portraits that had turned black due to age.

The moment she saw Draco, she let out a terrifying scream that made her teeth ache, accompanied by a vicious curse in some unknown dialect (not a London accent).

This operation woke up the other portraits around and they all joined the screaming group.

The whole house was engulfed in screams and curses.

Now they know what 'nasty things' are.

"Shut up!"

Draco, who was closest to the portrait, felt like his head was about to explode. He raised his hand and cast a silencing spell at the portrait.

It didn't work, the sound got louder

"Everyone, cover your ears, or you might get hurt."

It was Dudley who spoke again at the crucial moment, waving his wand at everyone.

"My ears are blocked!"

The sharp scream disappeared from my ears in an instant, and the whole world was quiet at that moment.

Everyone felt their bodies lighten and at the same time they followed Dudley's instructions to cover their ears.

Dudley took a deep breath and shouted to the huge portrait, "Just be quiet for a moment, please?!"

Every word was shouted out from the mouth, and the sound formed ripples like substance, spreading in all directions.

Very penetrating.

The word "penetrating" here is not an adjective, but a verb.

In an instant, the glass in the entire corridor shattered, and glass shards were scattered all over the ground.

However, this was far from the end. Dudley's last flip-flop was very long, lasting for a full minute.

His lung capacity has always been good.

Until the portraits hanging in the corridor could no longer bear it, the women in the portraits rolled their eyes and fell down with a thud.

Chapter 353 Just pay money???

“This place is just terrible.”

"With as many vixens as hair on your head, a deranged house-elf, and a bunch of crazy portraits, there's no place worse than this."

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

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

"Harry, what else is there in those rooms up there?"

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 shook the ancient book she had just taken out of the study.

"Nothing."

Harry shook his head. "These are all Sirius brought me here. Those portraits are of his mother, Mrs. Black."

"I see." Draco said suddenly with a look of enlightenment.

Ron said with a hint of displeasure: "What do you understand? Are the remaining rooms full of female ghosts? Or are they a large group of infernal corpses?"

Draco was too lazy to talk to him, and instead said to the others, "Talking and moving images are not uncommon. All it takes is a little revealing potion."

"Giant portraits are rare. The size of the portraits at Hogwarts is rare in the wizarding world. But Mrs. Black's portrait is even bigger, so it's not a simple portrait. I suspect it's a magical item that carries Mrs. Black's thoughts."

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

"Mrs. Black is not in her right mind. Didn't you notice? The way she cursed just now was very similar to Kreacher's."

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

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

"Oh my god, you're such a detective."

Ron winked at Draco, but the latter still ignored him.

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

Hermione analyzed.

"Waiting for Sirius?" Neville said.

Harry shook his head. "Probably not. Sirius told me that he had a very bad relationship with his family. Mrs. Black was a very conservative pure-blood wizard. She was very unhappy about Sirius entering Gryffindor. The two had many arguments over this. So he hardly stayed at home since he started school."

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

Several people were walking on the third floor of the Blake house while discussing. Just as they passed by a room on the third floor, a figure suddenly appeared on a blank portrait.

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

A dull voice suddenly sounded, and the image of a bald old man appeared on the portrait.

"So it's you guys."

"The regulars in Headmaster Dumbledore's office."

The person who was speaking was an old acquaintance of Dudley and his friends - Phineas Nigellus Black, one of the headmasters of the Hogwarts headmaster's office. He had the title of the most unpopular headmaster. He was also the great-great-grandfather of Sirius Black.

"Especially you, the glory of Slytherin. You are welcome in the House of Black."

Phineas looked at Dudley with a smile.

Everyone finally settled down in the Black family's old house. On the one hand, it was not long before school started, and it would be nice to change the 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 magical knowledge.

Even if he is a portrait that can move freely, he is just a portrait, with only thoughts but not their knowledge.

This old man knew where the precious books of the Black family were placed, saving the time of searching for them. Moreover, he had a good relationship with Draco and even said that he would give all the collections of the Black family to Draco.

But he was rejected by the latter.

Although they are called collections, in fact most of them are dark magic items. The Black family has more dark magic items than the Malfoy family. There are several glass cabinets full of them. The specific usage of many items cannot be determined by naked eyes.

Including but not limited to rusty daggers, animal claws, coiled snake skins, crystal bottles filled with blood and inlaid with an opal that look like decorations, and silver rhinitis boxes that bite people.

It's like a smaller version of Borgin and Burke's in Tumbledown Alley.

Why is it called a smaller version? Because the dark magic items here are far less dangerous than those in Borgin and Burke's.

It took them about a whole day to thoroughly clean the Blake house. It's not that they were mysophobic, but they were already in the house, so they couldn't just live in a tent.

And those annoying 'biting fairies (foxes)' will soon breed again if they are not thoroughly cleaned up.

"WOW, look what this is?"

Ron took out a gray box from somewhere, opened it and took out a gleaming First Class Order of Merlin from it.

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

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

"A reward for the Black family's 'services to the Ministry'. Wow, what did they do?"

Ron's eyes widened after he finished speaking. He didn't expect that there was such a talent in the Black family. Brother D was awarded the First Class Order of Merlin because he developed the "Restoring Human Form Spell". So what did the Black member do back then?

Thinking of this, he was immediately in awe. Although he didn't know, it must be a great achievement.

But soon this respect disappeared.

"Oh, you mean this." Phineas in the portrait answered Ron's doubts: "One of my unworthy descendants 'donated' a large sum of gold Galleons to the Ministry of Magic, and then they gave him this."

Then he changed his tone to one of deep sorrow: "Such a large sum of gold galleons was exchanged for a meaningless medal. It would be better to change a position."

The lofty image that Ron had just built up in his mind collapsed instantly, along with his impression of the Ministry of Magic.

Can you get it by donating money?

Then I am not

Oh, I can't afford it.

“It turned out to be a useless thing.”

Ron angrily threw aside the other things in his hand.

A ring, a silver picture frame and a commemorative box that couldn't be opened.

Chapter 354: Don’t you think highly of the Black family’s property?

"Be careful, Weasley boy, that ring belongs to Black and represents the head of the family."

Phineas shouted, referring to a large gold ring engraved with the Black family symbol, which was rather tacky in style and texture.

However, it also clearly revealed that the Black family was very wealthy. Gold has always represented wealth since ancient times. Judging from the occasional flash of light at the name of the ring, it should be a magical item or an alchemical item.

"Really? Then why throw something so important into the trash?"

Ron asked back with his hands on his hips without showing any weakness.

"A garbage dump?"

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

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