The Mad Black Family

What kind of person was James Potter's father?

After everything that happened in the previous school year, Harry's impression of him was no longer the same as at the beginning—a hero who died fighting against Voldemort.

In his eyes, he was a good father who died protecting his wife and children. He was also a righteous wizard who, as a Pure-blood, joined the fight against Voldemort.

But at Hogwarts, he wasn't as outstanding as he was as an adult. His academic performance might have been excellent, but on the other hand, he targeted Snape, who was Dumbledore's mole, and even stole his childhood sweetheart, taking advantage of the situation.

However, this time, his father, the student version of James Potter, made a much greater impression on Harry.

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

After all, Animagus magic is very dangerous.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps his father really was targeting Snape for his mother's own good.

He simply didn't know that Snape was Dumbledore's mole.

"Harry, I hope you won't feel depressed because of your surroundings," Sirius said with a dry laugh.

They had already reached the stairwell by then.

Harry snapped out of his thoughts, looked around, and then understood what Sirius meant.

On the way to the second-floor bedroom, although the decorations were luxurious, everything around exuded the style of Dark Wizard, and the most evil kind at that.

A large umbrella frame made from a Troll's severed leg, with a row of wrinkled heads gathered on a panel on the wall next to it.

"It's House-elf!"

"Now I finally understand why Kreacher went crazy." Ron looked closely and saw that they were all heads of House-elf, all with the same ugly big noses.

"Ron, this is the most I've ever done in cleaning the house."

"My evil and perverse ancestors used many reinforcing, unremovable spells on this house," Sirius shrugged helplessly.

That's why he left Harry at the Weasley family for a while.

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

On the other hand, there's the place he calls home.

"It's alright," Harry said, barely managing to keep it up.

He couldn't stop thinking about Dobby; to be honest, the head on the wall made him feel a little nauseous.

"This was all done by my dear Aunt Elladora."

"To be honest, she was stopped when she did it." Sirius saw the real reason for Harry's awkwardness.

"Looks like everyone in your family is crazy," Ron blurted out.

"Ron!"

"You idiot!" Harry and Draco shouted at each other.

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

"Almost everyone in my family is crazy. In our generation, only my brother and I are relatively normal. He is just too weak."

"Phineas Nigellus —my great-great-grandfather, the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history—and Araminta Meliflua —my mother's cousin—attempted to pass a Ministry of Magic decree to legalize the killing of Muggle."

"The only reason they stopped my Aunt Elladora was that House-elf didn't deserve the honor."

"But my Aunt Elladora argued that the poor House-elf worked so hard and were part of the great Black House, so they were naturally more noble than other House-elf."

"So, amidst the happy smiles of all the House-elf, the old House-elf who could no longer lift the plates could have their heads chopped off, preserved by magic, and made part of the house, even placed in the usual way of entering and leaving the Black House." Sirius recounted these horrifying stories in a calm tone.

Harry had some doubts that his father had heard these stories, just like he had.

This might be the real reason why their little group targets Slytherin so much?

Harry looked at Lupin, who was much quieter now, barely speaking. But his expression showed that he had heard these stories before.

Just as I expected.

Harry looked at Draco again, who also looked pale.

It seems their family is slightly better off Black Family's. Harry even wonders Dobby, in this environment, would have had time to think and eventually realize that he needs freedom.

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

His worldview was on the verge of collapse. As a member of the Malfoy family who joined the upper echelons of Britain wizarding society later, and having been well protected since childhood, Draco simply could not imagine how the aesthetics and values of the oldest Pure-blood families could be so distorted.

Apart from the snake-shaped carvings on the doorknobs, chandeliers, and other places, everything else in their house was completely different from the Black House's.

"Did I hear that right? According to you, your aunt loves these House-elf?" Ron asked, who was listening intently to the story. Ron always listened very carefully to these strange tales.

"Yes, I wish our family were really cold-hearted."

"They love every family member, even the House-elf."

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

"But they mostly stop there and don't do anything further to persecute others."

"In their view, this is also love."

They had by then entered a room.

At the other end of the room, a tapestry covered the entire wall. The tapestry looked very old, its colors faded, but Harry keenly noticed that it seemed to be slowly regaining its luster, like a living thing.

Several holes are slowly healing.

It depicted a sprawling family tree, still Winky with gold thread, dating back to the Middle Ages (as far as Harry knew). At the top of the tapestry were embroidered several large characters:

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Forever pure

"Look, I'm not on this, and neither is my uncle Alphard. He left me a considerable amount of gold after I escaped from the Black Family," Sirius said, pointing to a small, charred hole in the tapestry.

"But it will recover, won't it?" Draco interjected, having also noticed the blanket recovering.

"Ha, you noticed that too."

"Since I legally inherited the Black House business."

"The house came to life, and some of the essential pieces of furniture that we valued in our home were gradually restored."

"However, unlike those of me and my uncle who were removed from the family tree, it is as if it can recognize the reason for the damage itself."

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

He didn't actually care about this. The reason he sighed was because he discovered that he had the same thing in common with his crazy ancestors.

His room was also covered with various things, all bound by the same Permanent Sticking Charm —many pictures of Muggle motorcycles, and even a few posters of Muggle girls in bikinis.