My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

After Sirius left, he met Levin at the other end of the corridor.

"Sorry, it took a while to get to know Harry, and I kept you waiting." He said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't take long to get to know your godson." Levin smiled and waved his hand, "I said, I'm not in a hurry about the reward."

"But I don't want to delay it too late." Blake was still a little impatient and didn't want to owe others, "If it's appropriate, why don't you just accept it with me now?"

Anyway, today is the weekend and there are no classes to attend. Levin nodded in agreement.

So he followed Sirius and left Hogwarts in a big way.

The little wizards who saw Sirius on the way were all very surprised. They couldn't believe that the protagonist in the newspaper had actually appeared, and they all gathered around to watch.

"It's been a long time since I've had this feeling of being the center of attention!" Sirius joked, "The last time someone pursued me so much was the Dementors."

Levin appreciates his optimism.

After leaving the confines of Hogwarts, Levin followed Black and apparated directly to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the old home of the Black family.

At this time, it was not yet hidden as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and Levin could directly see its appearance.

This old house is completely inconsistent with its actual status,

It has dirty walls and gloomy windows.

They walked up the shabby stone steps and found that the black paint on the door of the old house was peeling off and covered with scratches.

The silver door knocker is in the shape of a coiled snake.

There is no keyhole in the door and no mailbox.

Black drew his wand - which he had bought yesterday - and knocked on the door.

Levin heard a lot of loud sounds of metal hitting metal, and sounds like chains rattling.

The door creaked open.

The two of them crossed the threshold and entered the almost dark foyer.

Levin smelled a damp, dusty smell, and a sweet rotten smell.

The place feels like an abandoned, empty house.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a rustling sound, and then a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a swaying unreal light, illuminating the peeling wallpaper and grinding in the long and gloomy foyer. Lightly threaded carpet.

A spiderweb-shaped chandelier overhead shimmered, and portraits blackened by age hung crookedly on the wall.

The chandelier and the candelabra 903 on a rickety table next to it were made in the shape of a large snake.

Just as Levin was looking at the dilapidated old house, there was a loud explosion, and a slovenly house elf appeared in front of them.

It was Kreacher, the house elf of the Black family.

He was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist, like the loin cloth used by men in tropical countries to cover their bodies.

He looks very old, and his skin seems to be several times more than what his body actually needs. Although his head is bald like all house elves, his two big bat-like ears have sprouts. A lot of white hair.

His eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was as big as a pig's.

"Ah, it's the young master!" Kreacher's two light-colored eyes suddenly widened,

But the look he looked at Sirius was full of unforgettable hatred.

Immediately, Kreacher immediately bowed deeply, his body was so low that it was ridiculous, and his big pig-like nose was flattened on the ground.

Then he said in a very soft but clear voice, "The young master is a godless, ungrateful and dirty man. He broke his dear heart. Oh, my poor woman, she swore not to recognize him." This son, now he is back, and it is said that he is still a murderer——"

Levin held back a smile and looked at Blake,

He seemed to be able to see the throbbing veins on Blake's forehead.

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher," Sirius said grumpily, she lived solely on resentment.

"No matter what the young master says," he muttered angrily, "the young master is not even qualified to clean the soles of his mother's shoes. Oh, my poor mistress, what will she say if she sees the young master? How much the mistress hates him. , what a disappointment he is————"

Kreacher bowed again as he spoke.

"Stand up quickly," Sirius said impatiently, "Okay, what do you want to do?"

"I am guarding the mistress's home," the elf said again, "Kreacher will serve the noble Black family all his life-"

The elf straightened up and looked at them with evil eyes, showing that

However, I believe that none of them could hear him, because he continued to talk.

"The prodigal also brought back a little kid. Kreacher doesn't know his name. What is he doing here? Kreacher doesn't know..."

"Okay, are you relieved now? You can go, Kreacher." Sirius said coldly.

The elf looked at Black in disbelief, as if he did not dare to disobey a direct order.

However, when he dragged his feet and walked out, he let out an earth-shattering cry, "I came back from Azkaban and told Kreacher what to do. He also brought back a little cub."

"Kreacher must protect this family. Kreacher will never let the young master and that brat destroy this family-" Kreacher, who had disappeared around the corner, was still mourning.

"Shut up, Kreacher! If you keep howling, I'm going to kill someone!" Sirius shouted irritably.

He picked up an umbrella stand and threw it in the direction of Kreacher like he was venting his anger.

"Oh, crap, I forgot-"

Before Blake could finish his words, he was drowned out by a terrifying, deafening, blood-curdling scream.

The two velvet curtains covered with insect holes suddenly spread apart without the suppression of the umbrella stand.

But there is no door at the back.

For a moment, Levin thought it was a window. Behind the window, an old lady wearing a black hat was screaming desperately, one sound after another, as if she was being tortured.

"Beasts! Bitch! Dirty and sinful scoundrels! Bastards, freaks, ugly monsters, get out of here! How dare you desecrate the home of my ancestors?"

Then Levin realized that it was only a life-size portrait, but he had never seen anything so realistic and so unpleasant in his life.

Behind them in the hall, other portraits were awakened and began to scream so loudly that they deafened their ears.

"Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up!" Blake rushed up and grabbed the curtain.

The old lady suddenly turned pale.

"You - you!" When she saw Sirius, her eyes widened and she shouted sternly, "The prodigal son, the shame of the family, the evil seed I gave birth to!"

"I told you - shut up!" shouted Sirius, and with great effort, he finally closed the curtain again.

Levin stretched out his wand and pointed at the umbrella stand in the distance, "The umbrella stand is coming."

The umbrella stand flew straight towards him.

Levin caught the umbrella stand, it was so heavy!

Caught off guard, Levin almost made a move.

This umbrella stand is actually made of the leg bones of a giant monster.

He pressed the umbrella stand against the curtain, and the old lady's scream disappeared.

But the images around him still screamed.

Levin used his wand to cast a stun spell on all the other portraits, and there was an echoing silence in the room.

"Nice job!" Breathing slightly and pushing back his long black hair from his eyes, Sirius turned to look at Levin.

"Levin," he said grimly, "now you've met my mother."

Levin didn't know what expression to make, so he had to pretend to be stupid and said: "Yours?"

"Yes, my dear good mother," said Sirius, "she kicked me out of the Black family."

"Why would she hang the portrait here?" Levin asked.

"Perhaps she is like Kreacher, guarding the oldest and noble Black family or something. I have always wanted to get her down, but she seems to have recited a permanent sticking spell behind the canvas of her portrait. Maybe I should go to Knockturn Alley to find it. Find a special medicine to break this spell."

Levin found that Sirius's tone was very stiff and cold.

But through psychic induction, Levin understood that this was not the case.

Sirius seemed colder on the surface, but actually he was very hurt inside.

Just like the old woman on this tapestry, Levin turned his head and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the curtain and see the portrait inside.

Obviously he wanted to see his son as soon as possible, but he couldn't help but use curses to replace his concern.

This family is really awkward.

Sirius walked to the other end of the room, where a worn, dirty tapestry covered the entire wall.

Levin followed and looked carefully.

The tapestry looked very old, the color was dull, and it seemed that the fox had bitten it in several places.

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

There are several large characters embroidered on the top of the tapestry:

The oldest and noble Black family

forever pure

"You're not on top." Levin said as he looked at the bottom line of the family tree.

"It was up there." Sirius said, pointing to a small blackened round hole in the tapestry, like a cigarette burn mark.

"My dear old mother destroyed me after I ran away from home - Kreacher liked to whisper this story.

"You ran away from home?"

"I was about sixteen," said Sirius, "and I had had enough.

"Where have you been?" Levin asked, staring at him.

Sirius suddenly fell silent for a long time before he said: "James's house."

Levin raised his head, pretending to be suddenly interested in the tapestry.

It’s just that in his previous life, he just came from an ordinary family in the Dragon Kingdom.

In this life, I am an orphan at the beginning,

Regardless of his past life or this life, he cannot understand the mentality of such a big family.

Perhaps in the distant future, one of his unworthy descendants will also write his name on such a tapestry and be proud of it.

But he always felt that instead of inheriting the glory of his family, it was better to create his own glory.

He glanced at the tapestry and saw familiar names on it.

For example, Malfoy's mother Narcissa, and Tonks' mother, Andromeda,

It's just that the place that belongs to her is a small burnt round spot.

"I hate all of them." Black murmured to himself, as if he was recalling, but also as if he was confiding, "My parents are crazy about pure blood. They believe that people from the Black family are born noble. .........My, that stupid brother, who has such a weak temperament, actually believed what they said...that's him."

Sirius stretched out a finger and pointed at a name at the bottom of the family tree:

Regulus Black.

The birth date is followed by a death date (approximately fifteen years ago).

Sirius also bent down to look more carefully

Wearing a tapestry.

As reported by psychic powers, Sirius may have fallen out with his family because of his pure-blood philosophy.

But this does not mean that he does not love his family and does not want the warmth of his family.

"This is my brother, a fool." Sirius noticed Levin's gaze and stroked the area embroidered with Regulus Black's name.

"He's younger than me," Sirius said, "and I'm constantly reminded that his son is much better than me."

"But this stupid idiot... he joined the ranks of the Death Eaters."

But Levin knew that this was actually just a disguise. It was Regulus Black who found another "soul" of Voldemort at the cost of his life.

"Are your parents Death Eaters too?" Levin asked.

"No, no, but believe me, they think Voldemort's ideas are correct. They all agree to maintain the purity of wizard blood, get rid of Muggle-born people, and let pure blood

people have the power. "

After a pause, Sirius continued: "Of course, they are not unique. Before Voldemort revealed his true face, many people thought that he was responsible for some things.

Meuchi is correct...

Levin came to the conclusion that Sirius might have hated his parents' ideals, but he didn't really hate them.

"I haven't looked at this stuff in years."

"This is Phineas Nigellus...my great-great-grandfather, did you see that?...the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts... ...

But in his time, an unparalleled and terrifying demon king appeared in Hogwarts, and he single-handedly almost wiped out the "Fire Serpent Party" of poachers and dark wizards that were rampant at the time.

Levin added mentally, thinking of the huge hole beneath Hogwarts.

"And Araminta Melifran...my mother's cousin tried to force through a Ministry of Magic decree legalizing the killing of Muggles..."

"And my dear Aunt Eladora started the family tradition of chopping off the heads of house elves when they were too old to carry the dishes..."

"Of course, whenever a reasonably decent person appears in the family, they declare to sever ties with him."

"I saw that Tonks' mother's name was also on it, but it was burned just like yours." Levin pointed out.

"Oh, yes, Andromeda is my favorite cousin," Sirius said happily, "Speaking of which, Tonks and I are still related."

"That's good." Levin smiled at him, "Sister Tonks and her parents take good care of me, but don't expect me to call you uncle or anything like that."

"That's such a coincidence. Sirius is also very happy. Since Andromeda also recognizes Levin, it means that he is indeed a good child and not what Dumbledore said.

That's something to be wary of.

He still remembered that after Dumbledore picked him up yesterday, he emphatically reminded him of Levin's potential dangers.

But his own experience of being rescued and his relationship with his cousin made him increasingly disapproving of these words.

"It's a pity that I didn't recognize Nymphadora when we were in the Shrieking Shack before." When he said this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"The last time I saw her, she was still a 9-year-old child. I didn't expect that she would become such an outstanding Auror in a blink of an eye. Those people all listened to her at that time, right?"

"Yes, Tonks is sister Gianna's right-hand man." Levin suggested, "But it's not too late for you to go back and get to know her again."

"That's right. After returning home after so many years, it's time to visit more often." Blake nodded in agreement. "But before that, let's hurry up and fulfill our promise