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With Sirius sighing, Ryan looked carefully at the bottom of the tapestry. Then saw a very important name: Regulus Black.

"Oh, this is my younger brother." Sirius bent down and took a closer look at the name. Although he pretended not to care, Ryan could feel from him that he still had feelings for his family, even if the ideas between them Seriously disagree.

"Stupid idiot, he joined the Death Eaters." Sirius stepped up and touched the name. "My parents were not Death Eaters, but they were crazy supporters of the pure-blood theory. Under their influence, my stupid brother became a Death Eater, and I think my parents thought he was a brave little boy. hero."

"That 15 years ago—" Hermione asked, looking at the time of death under her name.

"He was killed by Voldemort." Sirius' face was full of disgust, but Ryan could hear a hint of nostalgia in his tone. ". From what I've seen since his death, he's been in a deep hole, and then he's terrified of what he's being asked to do, and he wants to quit. Well, you can't just hand Voldemort a resignation report and you're done. Either give your life or die."

After speaking, Sirius stood up and pointed to several names on the tapestry: "I haven't seen this in years. This is Phineas Nigellus, my great-great-grandfather, Hogwarts History. The most unpopular headmaster. Alaminta Melifron, my mother's cousin, trying to force a Ministry of Magic Act to legalize the killing of Muggles. And my dear Aunt Eladora, the family boy She started the family tradition of beheading elves when they were too old to hold their plates. In short, these are examples of the noble Black family, and aliens like me better get away."

Even so, Ryan could still hear some nostalgia from Blake's tone, thinking that Sirius also enjoyed family affection when he was young. Although most of these have been wiped out with the passage of time, after returning to the former residence alone, Sirius will still be reminded of his loved ones.

Looking at Sirius, who was a little depressed, Ryan quickly changed the subject. "What's in the dusty glass-door cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece over there?"

"Oh, those are some antiques and things that our family collects." Sirius said after looking down Lane's fingers. "By the way, aren't you an alchemist? You can go and see what you like, as long as you want to take them all. I was going to throw them all away anyway."

Saying that, Blake opened the tattered curtains and tried to brighten the room, but a few adult foxes flew out of the folds of the curtains. His small teeth were exposed, his small and exquisite body was covered with thick black hair, and his four small fists were clenched tightly in anger.

Seeing that the fox was about to fall on the man, Ryan and Hermione both released the Shadow Blade at the same time. Those foxes were cut into several pieces directly in the air.

"Very powerful silent and wandless spell, you guys are much stronger than I thought, especially Hermione." Sirius just took out his wand and was robbed by Ryan before he could do it. "But it's best not to show this kind of magic in front of other people, because it's too much like black magic."

Sure enough, as a member of a famous pure-blood family. Sirius can discern the nature of Ryan's magic in a very short time. At the same time, his warning is also very valuable. Given the level of most wizards in the magic world, this kind of evil-looking magic is indeed not suitable for use in public in front of a group of strangers.

After dealing with the little trouble caused by Hu Meizi, Ryan focused his attention on the glass cabinet in front of him. Because the cabinet was covered with dust before, he only saw what was in the cabinet after he opened the cabinet door.

On the dusty clapboards lay all sorts of things, like some boring book that preaches bloodlines like Born Noble: The Wizarding Family Tree, a collection of rusted daggers, animal claws, a plate The snakeskin rose up, as well as a large number of dark and black silver boxes, engraved with ancient Celtic sacrificial texts.

"Sirius, what your family said is ancient and noble may be true. Few people understand this Celtic sacrificial text." Ryan took out a silver box and showed it to Sirius.

"Oh, when my father ordered it back then, he just asked the silversmith to follow the pattern left on a book. He didn't know what was written on it." Sirius looked disdainful. Ryan looked at the silver box carefully after listening to it, and sure enough, he found that the text on it was messy and didn't make a sentence at all.

"Dragon's blood, it's a pity." Ryan picked up a decorative crystal bottle with a large opal embedded in the stopper and looked at it. Unfortunately, he found that the blood inside had dried up and the magic power was almost lost. "But this bottle is good. Large pieces of transparent natural crystal are rare. It can be used for other medicines after washing it."

Ryan began to identify everything in the closet, while Hermione helped sort them out on the carpet. Seeing where the two were busy, Sirius said with a bit of boredom: "What's so good about these things, just throw them away."

"Throw it?" Ryan looked at Sirius in surprise. He was holding a music box that had just been identified. This music box could hypnotize everyone around him who heard the music. "There are a lot of things here that can be reused. For example, when I encounter an enemy, I can throw this music box out to hypnotize the enemy, and maybe it can help our people get out of a crisis. This kind of precious magic props are not easy to buy. Good buy, you actually said to throw it away."

"This—of course it can't be thrown away." Sirius immediately changed his tone when he heard that it was beneficial to fight the Death Eaters. "These magical props naturally need to be kept for those who need them, but what about the rest?"

Saying that, he pointed to a large pile of china with the Black family crest in the corner of the cupboard, a pile of books promoting blood theory, a few silver picture frames, a large gold ring with the Black family crest and in a grey A Merlin First Class Medal in a fluttering box.

"Unlike the honor you two fought so hard to get, I don't think there's anything memorable about the medal my grandfather bought with Galleon, and other things are similar."

"If you really don't like them and want to get rid of these things quickly." Ryan put down the music box in his hand, looked into Sirius' eyes and said, "Then you can clean them up and sell them for a good price, after all we What we are facing is a war, in which resources will always be scarce. Not even one Nat can be wasted. For example, you can buy two or three bottles of white fresh essence after selling the pile of silver photo frames you are going to throw away. The Merlin First Class Medal that you don’t like can be exchanged for a more useful alchemy product in the market. How can it be discarded casually?”

Lane always felt that it was a pity that Sirius threw away a lot of things in the original text, especially the things that can be put in the decorative cabinet in this ancient family are definitely not cheap.

"That's right." Sirius laughed suddenly, and then the laughter grew louder. "My family would have a very interesting look on their faces if they knew their treasure collection was turned into a weapon against the pure-blood supremacy they've held all their lives. Ryan, you're so right, just Do it like this."

After speaking, Sirius used his wand to clean a carpet, and then sat there to help count the belongings just cleaned out. After taking each item, he cleaned up and helped introduce the origin of these items, while Hermione used a shorthand quill to write down what he said and then pasted the parchment on the corresponding object.

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