For the next two weeks involved a lot of chores and a lack of research. I was eventually able to escape the monotony of cleaning, which left me alone in the Black family library. Sirius had tried to stop me from getting inside, citing the need to purge dark books from it. I was able to easily undo his lock and sneak inside. That same cold sensation was permeating the air enveloping me. The walls of the room contained shelves of books. It might not be the Hogwarts Library, but the knowledge contained on these shelves are one of a kind. One to the Black family. There were a couple of chairs and tables scattered around. After reveling in the ward encompassing me, I moved towards the books, searching for any that pique my interest. The fractals were coming quicker and made it easy to discern which books were cursed. It was no surprise that the majority of the books were on dark magic. The Black family was known as a dark family. 