Hogwarts: Restore The Glory Of The Black Family

"Principal, I still need to deal with family matters."

Cole said goodbye. He had no interest in arguing with the old bee anymore. Black needed him.

"Go back to school when you have time. I still remember your favorite sweets."

Dumbledore blinked and spoke softly.

"must."

Cole promised, but when he thought about Old Bee's snacks, he trembled. Are those things acceptable to ordinary people?

Cole turned and left, passing through the hall to a row of fireplaces, where he saw the Malfoys also queuing up.

Lucius and Narcissa walked up. Cole looked at Lucius's smooth platinum hair and even suspected that a fly could slip on it.

"Cole, you are back. You are really worthy of congratulations. The Black family still has you."

Cole looked at Malfoy in front of him and his cousin Narcissa next to him, and smiled:

"Lucius, I heard your argument just now. The Imperius Curse is really a magical spell."

Malfoy also blushed a little after hearing Cole's teasing. Who doesn't know that these pure bloods follow the mysterious man for profit and the Imperius Curse? Ridiculous spell.

If purebloods like them could be easily controlled by the Imperius Curse, there would be no need for the family to exist.

Some things can be said openly or done secretly.

"I heard your son was born, congratulations, Lucius."

"You are welcome to come to the manor as a guest. The Malfoy family will always be friends of the Black family."

Speaking of his son, Lucius smiled a little. Being able to survive this catastrophe and live with his wife was what he wanted.

"Cole, how can you kick Sirius out of the Black family? He is your brother."

Narcissa looked unhappy. She was Sirius' cousin after all, and she couldn't bear to see him suffer in Azkaban.

"Narcissa, you won't forget what they did to me at Hogwarts, right? Why should I save him?"

Lucius looked embarrassed. He could no longer maintain his aristocratic demeanor. He was only a few years older than Sirius, and he had witnessed what happened in the school with his own eyes.

"The Black family will regain its glory in my hands. As for those insignificant people, I have no problem with it if the Malfoys are willing to take care of it."

After listening to Cole's words, Lucius quickly pulled Narcissa away, sprinkled a handful of floo powder, and green flames rose in the fireplace.

Lucius had to leave. The Malfoy family had not yet finished their affairs, so how could they have time to take care of Sirius.

Cole looked at the fireplace in front of him, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and said to himself: Black Manor.

Green flames rose, and traces of space traces flashed before Cole's eyes, and the bright silver space magic was a bit dazzling.

When you opened your eyes, you arrived outside the Black family's manor. Don't think that just anyone can use Floo powder to reach the Black old house.

This is all because Cole has the mark of the Black family on his body, so he can come here with the fireplace.

Normally, outsiders in Black's old house can only come here unless they are invited.

Standing outside the manor, Cole was a little curious. He was not supposed to enter the manor directly. It seemed that someone had sealed off the Black Manor, which made him squeeze outside the manor instead of staying put.

"Kreacher, come out."

Cole shouted the elf's name loudly, and the door slowly opened. A green elf trotted over and knelt down in front of Cole.

"Kreacher has met the master, Master Cole, you are back."

Cole looked at the elf who was kneeling on the ground and still shaking slightly. Hein saw the whip marks on Kreacher's back.

"Get up, you blocked the manor?"

Cole's simple words made Kreacher kowtow in fright.

"Master Cole, please forgive Kreacher. It was the old master who asked Kreacher to do this."

Although Cole knew what was wrong with the house elf, he never expected him to be so humble. He just asked casually and ended up like this.

"Okay, let's get up and talk after we go in."

Cole walked in front and entered the manor in his memory. Kreacher put his hands in front of him and followed Cole obediently, not daring to cross at all.

The old Black mansion was a bit messy. This place was used by Sirius as the meeting place of the Order of the Phoenix. People from the Black family were open, so naturally everyone could come in.

Dumbledore even came in. As soon as he arrived in the hall, Cole saw the Black family tree placed on the wall.

The tree-like bloodline diagram several meters wide represents the direct bloodline of the Black family for thousands of years. You must know that squibs and impure bloodlines are not qualified to appear on it.

Cole naturally saw his own name, and next to him he also saw the name of his second brother Regulus, as well as a hole burned by a cigarette butt.

It should be the name of Sirius, the only Gryffindor in the Black family for thousands of years. The Blacks hate iron.

Cole turned around and was about to go up the stairs. In the middle of the first and second floors, before Cole could go up, there was an angry shout.

"Dirty bastard, desecrating the ancestral home of my Black family."

"You're such a traitor, who will you bring today, a werewolf? A mudblood?"

Cole saw the half-tall portrait. The old lady in it had dark spots on her face and wore a black pointed hat. She was tugging at the frame angrily.

"Oh~ look who this is, coward Black is back, why don't you die outside and tarnish the noble blood of the family."

Cole rolled his eyes. Anyone who is not blind can tell who is noble.

Walburga Black, the mother of him and Sirius, a person who insisted on the glory of pure blood, looked down upon those Mudbloods at all.

"Yes, I'm back, mother. If I die outside, the Black family will be cut off. You don't know that my eldest brother has already gone to Azkaban."

Cole laughed sarcastically, and Mrs. Wall was silent for a few seconds before continuing to curse: "I knew it, I knew that following the Mudblood would not end well. He deserves it. He should commit suicide and achieve the glory of the Black family."

Cole was speechless. A mother could tell her son to commit suicide. Is this old lady out of her mind?

Are all close relatives defective? Why do everyone in the Black family have something wrong with them?

Cole couldn't help but worry that he would be like this even if he wasn't old. It seemed that he had to be careful when looking for a wife in the future, and he couldn't let his son become an idiot.

"You are really cold-blooded, that's right. If you weren't cold-blooded, you wouldn't let those people bully me."

"You deserve it, you cowardly traitor. It's a disgrace to the Black family to have you. Why didn't I drown you in milk when you were born?"

Old Mrs. Black's curses continued, which made Cole's head hurt and he really wanted to light a fire.

"Don't worry, I'm the only one left in Black. Only in my hands will the family flourish."

After Cole finished speaking, he directly covered the curtain, and the curses disappeared instantly, leaving only the sound of whining.

Kreacher didn't dare to say anything when he saw it. Now only Master Cole is left in the Black family, and of course it is up to him to make the decision.

"Kreacher, clean up the house and use magic to seal the old house. No one can come in without permission."

"As you command, Master Cole."

Cole walked up to the third floor and returned to his room. Along the way, he saw many portraits, all of which were the ancestors of the Black family.

These old stubborns didn't say anything when they saw Cole, they just looked at him coldly.

Cole didn't pay attention to these old stubborns. Perhaps in their hearts, Cole was no longer a member of the Black family.