Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 260 The Crazy Black Family
James Potter, what kind of man was his father?

After everything that happened in the previous school year, Harry's impression of him was no longer what it had been at the beginning - a hero who died resisting Voldemort.

In his eyes, he was a qualified father who died to protect his wife and children, and a righteous wizard who joined the team to fight against Voldemort as a pure-blood.

But at Hogwarts, he wasn't as good as he would be as an adult. His academic performance might be good, but on the other hand, he took advantage of Snape, who was undercover as Dumbledore, and stole his childhood sweetheart.

But this time, the impression of his father, the student version of James Potter, became much taller in Harry's mind.

Kind, does not discriminate against werewolves, and is willing to take risks for his friends.

After all, the magic of Animagus is very dangerous.

Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This time, maybe his father was really targeting Snape for his mother's sake.

He just didn't know that Snape was Dumbledore's undercover agent.

"Harry, I hope you won't be depressed by your surroundings." Sirius laughed dryly.

They had already reached the stairwell by this time.

Harry was awakened from his thoughts, he looked around and finally understood what Sirius meant.

On the way to the bedroom on the second floor, although the decoration was luxurious, everything around reflected the style of dark wizards, the most evil kind.

There was a large umbrella stand made from a troll's severed leg, and a row of wrinkled heads were gathered on the plaque on the wall next to it.

"It's a house-elf!"

"I finally understand why Kreacher is so crazy." Ron looked carefully and found that they were all elf heads, and they all had the same ugly big nose.

"Ron, this is as close as I can get to tidying up the house."

"My evil and perverted ancestors used many reinforcing and irremovable magics on this house." Sirius shrugged helplessly.

This is also why he left Harry at the Weasleys' for a while.

The fact that a young Voldemort became a professor at Hogwarts is just one of the reasons.

On the other hand is this place he calls home.

"Not bad," Harry managed.

He couldn't help but think of Dobby, and to be honest the head on the wall made him feel a little nauseous.

"My dear Aunt Elladora did all this."

"To be honest, she was stopped when she did that." Sirius saw the real reason why Harry was uncomfortable.

"It seems that everyone in your family is crazy." Ron blurted out.

"Ron!"

"You idiot!" Harry and Draco scolded respectively.

"No, Ron is right, but not completely."

"Almost everyone in my family is crazy. My brother and I are the only ones who are relatively normal in our generation. He is just too weak."

"Phineas Nigellus - my great-great-grandfather, the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts - and Araminta Merryfren - my mother's cousin - tried to force through a Ministry of Magic decree legalizing the killing of Muggles."

"The only reason they stopped my Aunt Elladora was because a house elf was unworthy of the honor."

"But my Aunt Elladora argued, saying how hard the poor house-elves worked and that they were part of the great Black family, so they were naturally nobler than other house-elves." "So, amid the happy smiles of all the house-elves, the heads of house-elves who were too old to carry plates could be chopped off and preserved with magic, becoming one with the house, and even placed in the normal places where people had to pass through to enter and leave the Black family." Sirius told these horrifying stories in a flat tone.

Harry had some doubts that his father had heard the same stories as himself.

Maybe this is the real reason why their small group is so against Slytherin?

Harry looked at Lupin, who was much quieter now and hardly spoke, but from his expression, it could be seen that he had heard these stories before.

Sure enough.

Harry looked at Draco again, who was also looking pale.

It seemed that their family was slightly better than Black's. Harry even wondered if Dobby would have time to think and finally realize that he needed freedom if he was in this environment.

"This is where my mother grew up," Draco muttered.

His three views were almost shattered. As a member of the Malfoy family who joined the British upper wizarding society relatively late, and having been well protected since childhood, Draco could not imagine how the aesthetics and three views of the oldest pure-blood family were shattered.

Except for the snake carvings on the door handles, chandeliers and other places, everything else in their house is completely different from the Blake family's.

"Did I hear you right? According to what you said, your aunt loves these house-elves?" Ron, who was listening carefully, asked the question. Ron always listened carefully to these strange stories.

"Yeah, it would be nice if our family was really cold and heartless."

"They love every member of the family, even the house-elves."

"Whenever a normal person appears in our family, we declare that we have severed ties with him."

"But most of them just stop there and don't do any further persecution."

“In their eyes, this is love.”

They had already walked into a room by now.

Across the room, a tapestry covered the entire wall. The tapestry looked very old and its color had faded, but Harry noticed that it seemed to be slowly regaining its luster, like a living thing.

There are several holes that are slowly healing.

It was traced in still-gleaming gold thread a long family tree that stretched back (as far as Harry could tell) to the Middle Ages. Embroidered across the top were these words:

Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Forever Pure
"Look, I'm not on it, and the same goes for my uncle Alphard, because he left me a considerable amount of gold after I escaped from Black." Sirius said, pointing to a small charred round hole in the tapestry.

"But it will heal, won't it?" interrupted Draco, who also noticed that the blanket was healing.

"Ha, you noticed that too."

"Since I legally inherited the Black family."

“It’s like the house is alive, and some of the furniture that is important to our family and indispensable has been slowly restored.”

"But unlike me and my uncle who were removed from the family tree, it's like it can recognize the cause of the damage on its own."

"Look, these holes bitten by Vixen have healed quickly." Sirius sighed.

He didn't really take this seriously, he sighed because he discovered that he had something in common with his crazy ancestors.

In his room, there were various things pasted on, again with permanent sticking charms - lots of pictures of Muggle motorbikes, even a few posters of Muggle girls in bikinis.

(End of this chapter)