allendalepharm Chapter 249 The Legacy of the Black Family
Chapter 249 The Legacy of the Black Family
Chapter 249 The Legacy of the Black Family
Lupin agreed with Lockhart's assessment.
So everyone went back to the fireplace.
The house-elf Kreacher, who seemed to be nowhere in the corner, rushed over to tidy up the messy hall, served drinks, and brought Harry a beverage that Harry had never had before.
As the steward of an ancient wizarding family, it knew all too well what drinks the young wizards liked.
It prefers Harry to Sirius.
This is not hard to understand. Harry is the savior who "killed" Voldemort and avenged his master, Regulus. It is no wonder that Harry is so respected.
Kreacher quietly introduced Harry to over a dozen Black family heirloom drinks reserved for young wizards, as well as more than thirty everyday beverages and hundreds of tea snacks to accompany them.
Harry was stunned.
What does it mean to be the oldest pure-blood family? You might not see any deep-rooted heritage in Sirius Black, but it truly exists in Kreacher.
Sirius clearly disliked this so-called "aristocratic demeanor" and was quite disgusted by it at first, but seeing Harry's amazed and longing look, he ultimately said nothing.
He thought for a moment, then ran upstairs to his room and brought down a thick booklet.
To Lockhart.
"For me?" Lockhart asked, somewhat curious.
"Yes," Sirius said sincerely, "I read your book, 'Voldemort the Mysterious Man: A Pureblood Supremacist with a Muggle Father?' and benefited greatly. It not only explained profound magical knowledge in simple terms, but also helped us understand the Dark Lord better, giving us more ideas and methods to deal with him in the future!"
"This one—"
He glanced down at the book, sighed, and handed it to Lockhart.
"This is what I recorded from memory. It's what the Black family taught their young wizards. I hope you'll read it and then donate it to Hogwarts so that more young wizards can benefit from it."
"It's also a small contribution to the so-called glory of the Black family—"
Lohat nodded and looked down with some curiosity.
The book cover says to read "The Black Family Legacy".
Upon opening it, one finds a series of disorganized records of magic spells, some with lengthy descriptions and precautions.
Some only contain a short, one-line spell.
Clearly, Sirius wrote down whatever came to mind when he was writing.
Moreover, it's estimated that some children didn't have the patience to learn properly when they were young, and some only remembered the incantation without even a specific description.
Lockhart flipped through the pages and suddenly came across the potion-detecting magic that Sirius had mentioned before.
This seems to be a magic spell that evolved from tribal times. The incantation is simple: "Potion Detection!" It's just one spell.
However, the required hand gestures for casting the spell are extremely demanding, and may even require twisting the body.
Twisting the body was a characteristic of shamans in tribal times; of course, back then it wasn't called magic, it was called sorcery.
The greatest function of this magic is not to detect the properties of potions, but to detect everything outside of potions, especially emotions.
Its role is extremely important.
For example, detecting the magical emotions that potion masters convey to potions.
For example, checking if someone has poisoned your food, or checking if your pet elf or servant who dislikes you has spat into your cup.
It allows for deeper and more advanced understanding, and can even detect whether a wizard has been affected by the Imperius Curse.
Essentially, this is about detecting 'extra' existence beyond the true existence of things.
Lockhart gasped as he looked at the magic notebook.
My God, all of this is from Hogwarts classrooms, and even from Hogwarts’ vast library, which doesn’t have any records of it!
What does it mean to be "the oldest and noblest family, the Black family"?
This is!
It's terrifying to possess the most precious knowledge from the long history of wizarding, firmly held in one's own hands.
It was at this moment that Lockhart began to understand why Sirius Black was so arrogant in front of Snape during his school days.
Imagine, a classmate at school is so incredibly awesome that he started inventing all sorts of extremely powerful spells when he was in the third grade, and every single one of them is a highly practical spell.
This person was still ostracized and tested by the Slytherins, and he was still looked down upon by Sirius.
Because, just in this incomplete magic notebook of Sirius Black, there are far too many powerful attack spells like "Shadowless Strike".
Each one is also equipped with a special counter-spell.
Most importantly, offensive magic doesn't actually make up much of the content here. Lockhart speculates that this might be because most of the Black family's magic of this kind is dark magic, which Sirius doesn't like and therefore didn't learn.
"Sirius!" Kreacher, who was talking to Harry, turned to look at the magic notebook in Lockhart's hand and immediately became agitated. "How could you share this knowledge with others?! How dare you!!!!"
Sirius simply swirled his wine glass calmly. "Times have changed, Kreacher. This is a new era, a new era for wizards and Muggles. Muggles have satellites, the internet, telephones, missiles—everything is developing. But the wizards' most precious treasure is disappearing from the world one pure-blood family after another. You don't understand."
Kreacher rushed forward, snatching the magic notebook from Lockhart's hand and clutching it tightly to his chest. His small body trembled with rage, and his eyes were brimming with tears. "The Black family's precious knowledge! This is the foundation of the Black family! Sirius, you traitor to the Black family, traitor!!!"
"I told you! You just don't understand!"
Sirius was enraged and glared at it coldly. "Hand it over, Kreacher, I command you!"
Kreacher wept, pounding his head against a nearby pillar in self-punishment, but only hugged himself tighter. "You are a sinner of the Black family, a sinner! You were forced to swear an oath to protect the family's honor—."
As it spoke, it paused for a moment, then looked up at Sirius in disbelief, "Impossible, how come you weren't punished by the Oath Magic for spreading family knowledge?"
Sirius's lips curled up slightly. "Because of my mother, right? She's the one who expelled me, right? Or maybe it was my father? It doesn't matter. I was no longer subject to the family oath magic at that time."
Kreacher shouted, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Those who have been expelled, those who have married out, are all still affected by the Temporary Word Magic. They could never pass on the family's magic!"
"Then I don't understand," Sirius sneered. "Why don't you go to Azkaban and spend a decade or so in jail, enduring the Dementors' torture for a decade or so? Maybe then you'll figure out what's wrong with me?"
Kreacher was stunned.
Neither of them noticed that Harry was staring in amazement at Professor Lockhart across the table.
because-·
Professor Lockhart was currently flipping through the magic notebook Sirius Black had given him, "The Legacy of the Black Family"!
Harry blinked, turned to look at Kreacher, and found that Kreacher was indeed holding the magic notebook in his hands.
this·-.
How did you do that?
Lockhart looked up, smiled and winked at him, then continued flipping through his notes.
He read very quickly, page after page, as if he were scanning.
In fact, all he needed to do was have his eyes scan the record.
His deep exploration of the realm of memory allows him to easily access past memories, write them down, and then ponder them later.
Soon, Sirius also noticed this amazing scene. He raised an eyebrow and looked at the house-elf Kreacher with a mischievous and teasing expression, saying, "Alright, you can put it away now, okay?"
"Really?" Kreacher immediately became excited.
"Yes, take it and get it to your cupboard, don't get in the way here!" Sirius muttered.
P.S.: Kreacher lives under the large boiler in the kitchen cabinet.
!
In his haste, Kreacher grabbed the books and even used his spatial teleportation ability to disappear from everyone's sight in an instant.
At this moment, Lockhart finally finished reading the entire magic notebook. He gently released his fingers, and the magic book in his hand quickly flew out and flew in the direction that Kreacher had just taken, disappearing along with the location where Kreacher had teleported.
"How did you do that?" Zhanping asked curiously.
"Use the mindset of anti-spells to cast spells," Lockhart explained. "This might be a bit difficult, requiring a deep understanding of a range of areas such as memory, existence, time, and will."
The technique itself isn't difficult; the challenge lies in applying the research accumulated beforehand.
If we really wanted to explain it clearly, we might not be able to reach an agreement even by dawn.
To be honest, Lockhart was being a bit greedy by pulling this stunt. He thought for a moment, then looked seriously at Sirius.
He promised, "All this magical knowledge is extremely valuable. As compensation, no matter what happens, I will teach this knowledge to your son or daughter without reservation, and of course, I will repay it double! As a guarantee for the Black family's legacy!"
Sirius shook his head. "No, there's no need for that. I hope you can teach this knowledge to every student at Hogwarts. This is precious knowledge that should belong to wizards, not just knowledge that the Black family clings to for their own selfish gain!"
This is Little Heavenly Ruthless Star.
He always does what he believes is right, even if it hurts those closest to him.
Lockhart laughed. "In that case, I'd rather suggest you teach him yourself!"
"Me?" Sirius asked, somewhat embarrassed.
“Yes.” Lockhart looked at Lupin beside him. “I’m not sure if Voldemort’s curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts will still be in effect. I personally tend to think it will. It’s a spell that even Dumbledore couldn’t undo. Lupin may not be able to teach the course next year.”
"Then you can apply for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship and teach the children these spells!"
Sirius was smitten.
"Is that curse really that terrible?" Harry asked Lupin with some concern.
Lohat nodded, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "The curse is that the professor will suffer various accidents that prevent him from continuing his duties. Based on the current situation, there are probably two ways the curse can take effect."
"First, there's a problem at the Phoenix Order headquarters!"
"Secondly, Lupin's visit to the werewolf community caused a problem!"
"Then—" Harry exclaimed, looking at Lupin anxiously, wanting to say that since they knew the problem, they shouldn't touch it, but before he could say it, he realized that it seemed impossible.
"Hehe~" Sirius laughed, "Curses are always so terrible, aren't they? We know there's a pit ahead, but we still have no choice but to step in!"
"Harry!" Sirius's expression turned serious. "I don't want you to be as hot-tempered and reckless as me, but I want you to know that when we face things that are unavoidable, the only thing we can do is bravely confront them!"
"When you feel cowardly and want to run away, remember this: misfortune will chase after you, and it will be far more terrible and terrifying than when you bravely face it!"
Harry seemed somewhat confused, but he still nodded firmly.