Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Returning to the Old House, The Full Story

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

Cole bid farewell. He was no longer interested in arguing with Dumbledore. The Black family needed him.

"Visit the school when you have time. I still remember your favorite sweets."

Dumbledore winked and spoke softly.

"Definitely."

Cole promised, but when he thought about Dumbledore's snacks, he shuddered. Can ordinary people actually eat those?

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

Lucius and Narcissa approached. Cole looked at Lucius's smooth platinum hair and even wondered if a fly could slip on it.

"Cole, you're back. You truly deserve congratulations. The Black family still has you."

Cole looked at Lucius in front of him and his cousin Narcissa beside him, and smiled:

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

Malfoy blushed slightly hearing Cole's jest. Who doesn't know that these purebloods follow the Dark Lord for profit and the Imperius Curse? A laughable 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 visit the manor as a guest. The Malfoy family will always be friends with the Black family."

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

"Cole, how could you exclude Sirius from the Black family? He's your brother."

Narcissa looked displeased. After all, she was Sirius's cousin and couldn't bear to see him suffer in Azkaban.

"Narcissa, you haven't forgotten 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 had seen what happened at school with his own eyes.

"The Black family will regain its glory in my hands. As for those insignificant people, I have no objections if the Malfoys wish to take care of them."

Hearing Cole's words, Lucius quickly led Narcissa away, sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, and green flames rose in the fireplace.

Lucius had to leave. The Malfoy family still had unfinished business, so how could they care for 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 flashed before Cole's eyes, and the bright silver space magic was a bit dazzling.

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

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

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

Standing outside the manor, Cole was a bit curious. He wasn't supposed to enter the manor directly. It seems that someone sealed the Black Manor, which made him squeeze outside the manor instead of staying put.

"Kreacher, come out."

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

"Kreacher meets the master, Master Cole, you're back."

Cole looked at the elf kneeling on the ground and still slightly trembling. He saw the whip marks on Kreacher's back.

"Get up, did you block the manor?"

Cole's simple words made Kreacher kowtow in fear.

"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 submissive. He just asked casually and ended up like this.

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

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

The old Black manor was a bit neglected. This place was used by Sirius as the meeting place for the Order of the Phoenix. People from the Black family were open, so naturally, everyone could enter.

Even Dumbledore entered. 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 millennia. You must know that squibs and mixed-blood are not qualified to appear on it.

Cole naturally saw his own name, and next to it, 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 millennia. The Blacks despise iron.

Cole turned around and was about to go upstairs. Halfway between 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 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, angrily tugging at the frame.

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

Cole rolled his eyes. Anyone who isn't blind can tell who is noble.

Walburga Black, the mother of him and Sirius, a person who insisted on the glory of pure blood, utterly despised those of mixed blood.

"Yes, I'm back, mother. If I had died outside, the Black family would have been cut off. You don't know that my eldest brother has already been sent 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 those of mixed blood would not end well. He deserved 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 does 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 seems he had to be careful when choosing a wife in the future, and he couldn't let his son become an idiot.

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

"You deserved 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, causing Cole's head to ache, and he really wanted to light a fire.

"Don't worry, I'm the last 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 say anything when he saw it. Now only Master Cole is left in the Black family, and of course, it's up to him to decide.

"Kreacher, clean the house and use magic to seal the old house. No one can enter 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 ancestors of the Black family.

These old stubborns said nothing when they saw Cole, just looked at him coldly.

Cole paid no attention to these old stubborns. Perhaps in their hearts, Cole was no longer a member of the Black family.