The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 532 A Heretic

Ah—actually, I'm not really clear about the oppressive feeling of a large family—as someone who has never lived in a large family, Loila has no idea what a large family is.

On the contrary, she actually wished she had a sibling, so that she would have a real family while in Durmstrang.

Of course, now that I think about it, even if she really had a brother or sister, it doesn't necessarily mean she would like me, right?

After all, I'm not exactly a likable person—at least not in Durmstrang.

Sirius, unaware of Loila's deep thoughts, continued, "When I was young, my family would constantly spout nonsense about pure-blood wizards to me."

"The same thing happened when I got to Hogwarts," he said with a sneer. "They thought I'd join Slytherin, but luckily—I got into Gryffindor."

"My mother was furious, and she was just as angry until she died," Sirius said, pursing his lips. "Even her portrait curses me when it sees me."

"Is it a portrait like the one from Hogwarts?" Loila asked instinctively upon hearing this.

"You know, the kind." Sirius shrugged. "I actually often think about throwing them all into the fire."

I really wish I had a portrait like that—unfortunately, neither my father nor my mother left one.

"You heartless young master—" Kreacher expressed his dissatisfaction again.

Sirius ignored him and casually remarked to himself, "She was so angry that she burned my name."

Meeting Loila's curious gaze, he shrugged: "Our family has a huge tapestry with everyone's name on it."

"My name was removed from the register because I became friends with some Gryffindors."

"It's—it's the family tree, isn't it?" Loila knew what Sirius was talking about. She had seen it at the Hamilton family mansion, and it had her name and her parents' names on it.

However, it seems that because Dad left the family, the spell on his name has broken. Even though he has been gone for many years, his name on the tapestry is still shining.

Loila thought it was something unique to the Hamilton family, but she didn't expect the Black family to have it too.

"Have you heard of it?" Sirius looked at Loila with surprise.

"We—or rather, the Hamilton family—also have one," Loira nodded and said. "I've seen one once."

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"Would you like to see our family's?" Sirius asked casually. "Perhaps the two will be a little different?"

"Yes—that works too." Loila thought for a moment and nodded slightly. After all, tapestries are also a kind of magic array tool, and Loila was very interested in studying various magic array tools.

"Then come with me," Sirius said, glancing at Kreacher. "The tapestry is still on the roof, right?"

"That heartless young master didn't even know the tapestry was on the fourth floor—he truly has no conscience—"

Sirius left before Kreacher could finish speaking, forcing Loila to hurry after him.

Sirius Black said as he walked, "This place is so empty, it's really uncomfortable to live here—"

"But there's nothing I can do about it. After all, if it's too crowded, none of the people inside will welcome me."

Sirius seemed to dislike his family members very much. In Loila's memory, whenever he talked about his family, his words were full of dissatisfaction.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. I don't really like some of my family members either. If all the Hamilton family members were like Peterson, I wouldn't have any nice things to say about them.

Following Sirius Black, the two quickly arrived at the fourth floor, where there was a large hall and a long table. On the wall next to the long table hung a huge tapestry.

The pattern on this tapestry resembles a large tree, with lush branches and leaves sewn onto it. Countless names shine quietly on it, some shimmering, others slightly dim.

At the very bottom, near the tree roots, Loila could also see a line of small print.

"Forever pure"

Is this the Black family's family motto? It looks so sophisticated—does the Hamilton family have one?

"This is the tapestry," Sirius shrugged, pointing to a hole in it. "It was originally my cousin's name."

"Because she married a Muggle, her name was burned."

Fortunately, the Hamilton family doesn't have this tradition, otherwise we probably wouldn't have seen my father's name.

"This one is mine," Sirius said, pointing casually to another hole. "Because I'm friends with the Gryffindors."

As he spoke, he casually pointed to a few names and introduced them to Loila, but it was clear that he didn't really like any of them.

Sirius paused slightly when his finger stopped next to his own name.

It was a rather complicated name: Regulus Arcturus Black. Sirius paused for a moment when he saw the name, then reached out and rubbed it as if reminiscing.

"This is my brother," he said, shaking his head. "A hopeless idiot."

"He joined the Death Eaters like the rest of our family, and died in obscurity," Sirius said, shrugging.

However, it was clear that he was different from the other family members; Loila could vaguely detect a certain sadness in Sirius's words.

Perhaps the brothers have a good relationship?

However, Loila's attention was more focused on the tapestry itself, since it was engraved with many magic circles.

These magic circles seem to be connected to the people represented by their names in some way, and can reflect their state.

"If you carefully compare the names here with the Ministry of Magic's list, you'll be surprised to find that most of them are connected to Azkaban," Sirius casually remarked, glancing at Loira. "Does the Hamilton family also have many Death Eaters?"

"Ah————" Suddenly asked this question, Loila didn't know how to answer. Should she say she didn't know?

After all, she had never cared about this matter before—but recalling Miss Shiloh and Peterson's conversation back then, Loira nodded seriously.

"Hmm...it seems like a lot of them are Death Eaters."

"Then it seems we're the most unconventional people in the family," Sirius said with a shrug.

It's true that we're unconventional—it's just that our unconventional approach seems to be in the wrong direction.

You're on Dumbledore's side, and I'm on Lord Grindelwald's side —