Chapter 64 Lao Deng, exploded with the elixir of fortune
Cassandra Malfoy?
Draco thought of the ancestor his father told him a few days ago.
No, isn't she missing?
"Are you really Cassandra?" Draco wrote in his notebook.
"Yes." Juanxiu's handwriting appeared again.
"But...why?" Draco wrote in confusion, "Why did you suddenly appear and talk to me through the notebook? Is this an item you made with dark magic?"
"Magic is wonderful, isn't it?" Juanxiu's handwriting replied.
Under this line of writing, two more lines soon appeared: "Let me tell you, my descendant, what is your relationship with Abraxas?"
"He was my grandfather, now deceased," Draco wrote.
The words he wrote disappeared after a while, and after waiting for a while, until Draco got a little impatient, Juanxiu's handwriting appeared again.
"Oh, it's really unexpected..."
"Time is really ruthless. When I left home, Abu was still a child."
Draco watched the handwriting disappear and couldn't wait to write on it: "It seems that you are really my ancestor. I have heard many stories about how you suppressed the goblin rebellion and eliminated the Fire Ash Serpent Party a hundred years ago, but my father did not give me any information. Can you tell me the details? I would like to know the glory of our ancestors.”
What a child who is addicted to the glory of his family...
The notebook was silent for a while before giving Draco an answer.
"I'm sorry, my descendant, I just use the notes to record the experience of magic spells, and there is no way to fulfill your wishes."
Draco was a little disappointed, but he was quickly attracted by the words 'Record the experience of the curse'.
"Experience of magic spells?" Draco quickly wrote on it: "Can you teach me? Senior? I know that you were the most outstanding witch in Hogwarts at that time. With your guidance, I will definitely be able to defeat Harry Potter." Special.”
"Okay, my junior." Notebook agreed happily, "As long as you can study spells with me seriously, it will be easy to defeat any classmate in Hogwarts."
Draco was so excited when he got the response that he almost jumped three feet in the air.
In his mind, he had already begun to imagine what it would be like to defeat Harry Potter and dominate Slytherin.
"But..."
Draco's thoughts were interrupted by the writing on his notebook.
"You have to listen to me. First of all, you have to keep things between us a secret. Otherwise, if this notebook is coveted and stolen or taken away by others, I won't be able to teach you magic."
"Don't worry, ancestor." Draco assured him.
"In addition, I left some gadgets at Hogwarts. After you help me find them, I am willing to share them with you." The handwriting was written on the notebook again.
"Knickknacks?" Draco was obviously not very interested: "It's been a hundred years, ancestor, and I don't think the things you left behind will still be in the same place unscathed."
"The secrets of Hogwarts are beyond your imagination, my junior." The handwriting reads: "No one will enter the place where I store my secrets."
"I don't think one should take risks, after all..."
Before Draco could finish writing, he disappeared.
Instead, there was the beautiful handwriting.
"Don't worry, my junior, aren't you curious about the Merlin secret treasure stored in that secret room?"
"What's it for?" Draco asked curiously.
"Aren't you curious as to why my spell skills are so outstanding?" the handwriting asked.
Draco followed the idea of Merlin's secret treasure just mentioned in the notebook, and all of a sudden it came together in his mind. "Could it be that it's because of the Merlin secret treasure?!" Draco wrote hastily and scribbled in his notebook.
"Yes, child." The notebook replied: "It is because of this thing that I have magic power that far exceeds that of my peers."
"I will help you, ancestor." Draco looked solemn, and he decided to help his ancestor fulfill this wish.
But he didn't realize that while he was talking to the notebook, a magic power was flowing down his arm and into his brain, intentionally or unintentionally.
……
Although there were fewer people than usual at Hogwarts on Christmas Day, it didn't look deserted at all.
Under the leadership of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, the students began to decorate the auditorium with Christmas decorations.
A group of children who stayed in school were very busy, which added a lot of lively atmosphere to the festival.
The Weasley twins teased Percy around, saying that his "P" was not Percy, but meant prefect, causing Percy to pick up the book and chase them both.
"You are not allowed to be with the prefects today!" Fred shouted as he ran: "You have to be with us - Christmas is a time for family reunions, you bastard!"
"Youth..." Dumbledore sat on the high guest chair, wearing a flowered bonnet on his head.
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"I guess Dumbledore must be gay." Ron whispered to Harry, "Look, the flower bonnet... tut tut."
"How could that happen?" Harry scratched his head, "You can't just say that just because he's wearing a bonnet, right? What if he's just a transvestite? Besides, even if he's gay, how can an outstanding wizard like him be attracted to him? Who? ”
Ron didn't answer, just spread his hands. It was just his intuition and complaints.
His mouse Scabbers was burying his head in the Christmas feast, eating with abandon and relaxation.
"Compared to this, buddy." Ron began to suggest, "After dinner, let's go out to have a snowball fight together. Fred and George came over just now to invite me, and said they must let you participate."
"I think we have more important things to do, Ron." Harry whispered, "Since you have received an invisibility cloak, why not take a walk around the castle?"
"What a great idea!" A smile appeared on Ron's face, and his face dropped again: "That dress can only accommodate one person, and I can't be with you."
"Don't worry Ron, I can become invisible without clothes." Harry said with a smile.
After getting used to this eleven-year-old body, Harry's magic power has also recovered. At least now he won't show his chicken feet when he casts the Disillusionment Charm on himself.
Just as Ron was about to speak, Hedwig chirped and flew in from outside.
"It's Hedwig." Ron said, "No wonder I didn't see it. I thought you had forgotten it."
"They should be bringing me something." Harry stretched out his hand and took the small gift box that Hedwig dive-bombed.
"Is it a Christmas gift? Who gave it to me?" Ron came up and asked.
Harry picked up the small gift box. There wasn't even a note on it.
“I didn’t see the signature.”
He shrugged, opened the gift, and took out a small, crystal clear bottle.
"Well, I wonder who sent this."
Harry immediately recognized what the gift was.
It's a small bottle of Felixir.
(End of chapter)