The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 363 Living Room Taobao
As Sirius sighed, Ryan looked carefully at the bottom of the tapestry, and then saw a very important name: Regulus Black.

"Oh, this is my brother." Sirius bent down and looked at the name carefully. Although he pretended to be indifferent, Ryan could feel from him that he still had feelings for his family, even though they had serious differences in ideas.

"Stupid idiot, he joined the ranks of Death Eaters." Sirius walked up and touched the name. "My parents are not Death Eaters, but they are crazy about the pure blood theory. Under their influence, my stupid brother became a Death Eater. I think my parents must think he is a brave little 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 when he said this, but Ryan could hear a hint of nostalgia in his tone. "From what I learned after his death, he was already in deep trouble, and then he was afraid of what others wanted him to do, so he wanted to quit. Alas, you can't just hand in a resignation letter to Voldemort and be done with it. Either you work hard for the rest of your life, or you die."

After he finished speaking, Sirius stood up and pointed to several names on the tapestry and said, "I haven't looked at this for several years. This is Phineas Nigellus, my great-great-grandfather, the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts. Araminta Merryfren, my mother's cousin, tried to force a Ministry of Magic decree to legalize the killing of Muggles. And my dear Aunt Elladora, she started the family tradition of chopping off the heads of house-elves when they were too old to carry plates. In short, these are the role models of the noble Black family. It's best for outliers like me to get out of here."

Although Ryan could still hear some nostalgia in Black's tone, thinking that Sirius had also enjoyed the affection of his family when he was young. Although most of these were erased with the passage of time, after returning to his hometown alone, Sirius would still be reminded of his family.

Seeing Sirius looking a little down, Ryan quickly changed the subject. "What's in those dusty glass-door cabinets on both sides of the mantel over there?"

"Oh, those are some antiques collected by our family." Sirius said after looking at the place where Ryan pointed. "By the way, aren't you an alchemist? You can go and see if there is anything you like. You can take them all if you are willing. Anyway, I was planning to throw them all away."

As he spoke, Blake pulled aside the tattered curtains in an attempt to make the room brighter. As a result, several adult foxes suddenly flew out from the folds of the curtains, their shiny beetle-like wings buzzing, their sharp little teeth exposed, their small and exquisite bodies covered with thick black hair, and their four little fists clenched tightly in anger.

Seeing that the foxes were about to pounce on people, Ryan and Hermione simultaneously released the Shadow Blade. The foxes were cut into several pieces in mid-air.

"It's a powerful silent and wandless spell. You are much stronger than I thought, especially Hermione." Sirius had just pulled out his wand but Ryan and the others got the upper hand. "But it's best not to show this kind of magic in front of others, because it looks too much like dark magic."

As expected, as a member of a famous pure-blood family, Sirius was able to identify the nature of the magic used by Ryan and his friends in a very short time. At the same time, his warning was also very valuable. Considering the level of most wizards in the magic world, this kind of magic that looks a bit evil is indeed not suitable for use in public in front of a group of strangers.

After dealing with the minor trouble caused by the foxy girl, Ryan focused his attention on the glass cabinet in front of him. Because the cabinet was covered with dust, he could only see what was in the cabinet after opening the door.

On the dusty partitions were placed various things, such as some boring books like "Born Noble: Wizard Genealogy" that promoted bloodline, a batch of rusty daggers, animal claws, a coiled snake skin, and a pile of dull silver boxes with ancient Celtic sacrificial texts engraved on them. "Sirius, the ancient nobility your family said may be true. Few people understand this kind of Celtic sacrificial text anymore." Ryan took out a silver box and showed it to Sirius.

"Oh, when my father ordered it, he just asked the silversmith to make it according to the pattern in a book. He didn't know what was written on it." Sirius looked disdainful. After listening to him, Ryan looked at the silver box carefully and found that the words on it were a mess and didn't form a sentence at all.

"Dragon blood, what a pity." Ryan picked up a decorative crystal bottle with a large opal on 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. After washing it, it can be used to hold other potions."

Ryan began to identify the items in the cabinet one by one, while Hermione helped to sort them out and put them on the carpet. Looking at the two people busying themselves, Sirius said with some boredom: "What's so good about these things? Just throw them away."

"Throw it away?" Ryan looked at Sirius in surprise. He was holding a music box that had just been identified. This music box could hypnotize anyone who heard the music. "There are a lot of things here that can be used again. For example, when I encounter an enemy, I can throw this music box out to hypnotize him. Maybe it can help our people get out of a crisis. This kind of precious magic prop is hard to buy, and you're actually saying you want to throw it away."

"Of course we can't throw this away." Sirius changed his tone immediately after hearing that it would be helpful in fighting the Death Eaters. "These magic props must be kept for those who need them, but what about the rest of these things?"

He pointed to a pile of china with the Black family crest in the corner of the cabinet, a pile of books promoting the theory of bloodline, several silver photo frames, a large gold ring engraved with the Black family crest, and an Order of Merlin, First Class, placed in a gray box.

"Unlike the honors you two worked so hard to obtain, I don't think this medal that my grandfather exchanged for Galleons is anything worthy of commemoration. The same is true for other things."

"If you really don't like them and want to get rid of them 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 are facing a war, and resources will always be scarce in war. Not even a single Knut can be wasted. For example, the pile of silver photo frames you are going to throw away can be sold to buy two or three bottles of white fresh essence. For example, the first-class Order of Merlin that you despise can be easily exchanged for a relatively useful alchemical product in the market. How can it be thrown away casually?"

Ryan always felt that it was a pity that Sirius in the original text threw away a lot of things, especially since the things that could be placed in the decorative cabinets in such an old family were definitely not cheap.

"That's right." Sirius suddenly laughed, and then his laughter grew louder. "If my family knew that their treasure collection had become a weapon against the pure-blood supremacy theory they have insisted on for a lifetime, the expressions on their faces would be very interesting. Ryan, you are absolutely right, let's do it."

After that, Sirius used his wand to clean a carpet, and then sat there to help count the newly cleaned belongings. After taking over each item, he helped to introduce the origins of these things while cleaning them, while Hermione wrote down what he said with a shorthand quill and pasted the parchment on the corresponding objects.

(End of this chapter)