Chapter 74 Online chatting is risky, investment needs to be cautious
Two days ago, Slytherin's common room.
"Tell me about the magical world," the handwriting in the notebook said lazily, "I have already told you the secrets in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and you should also tell me about the changes in the magical world - You know, I've been gone for years."
"What's more, knowing what happens next, I can guide you better."
"Where do I start?" Draco stretched out his hand to rub his sore hand, and after it had calmed down a little, he wrote in his notebook, "Sorry, ancestor, if I start from the time you left the magical world, I'm afraid it will last three days and three days. I can’t finish writing at night.”
"Tell me about your principal. Is he still Phineas Black?" the handwriting asked.
"Oh, no longer, the current headmaster is Dumbledore." Draco's handwriting was obviously a little irritated when he wrote about Dumbledore, "The sanctimonious guy actually allowed the Mudblood to study in the school. My father said, There is no way to make Hogwarts better by having such a person as the principal.”
"I trust your father's judgment." The handwriting in the notebook brought some joy, "So, what kind of story does Dumbledore have?"
"He defeated a dark wizard named Grindelwald," Draco wrote in his notebook, "who the world calls the most powerful white wizard."
"The most powerful white wizard?" There was a hint of urgency in the writing in the notebook, "So, my descendants, besides this Grindelwald, does this great white wizard have any other enemies?"
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Draco thought for a while and wrote truthfully in his notebook: "Yes, it's the mysterious person——"
"Who do I know? (literal translation of You-Know-Who)" The handwriting became beautiful again: "Don't be ridiculous, Draco, how do I know who this person is?"
"It's Voldemort." Draco couldn't help but shudder when he wrote this word. "We usually don't call him by his name directly."
"Why?" Notebook asked.
"Fear." Draco wrote in his notebook, hesitated, and then wrote: "And respect, because he promised to give us purebloods the status we deserve."
The handwriting in the notebook looked very happy: "Yes, yes, pure-blood wizards like us are born to be masters. The idea of this man named Voldemort is really good... So, he is here now Where? ”
Draco hesitated for a long time and wrote in his notebook: "Harry Potter! It is said that he is the son of prophecy and was predicted to be the one who can defeat Voldemort... When Harry Potter was one year old, the mysterious man wanted to I went to kill him, but I don’t know why. He suddenly disappeared after that. Everyone said that Harry Potter killed the mysterious man-in fact, he didn’t appear for ten years.”
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The notebook was silent.
Draco waited for a long time but didn't get a reply.
"Ancestor? Ancestor?" he wrote on it.
Who would have thought that the writing in the notebook suddenly became messy.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could a one-year-old child be defeated by a one-year-old child!"
"Ancestor? Why are you so angry?" Draco was a little confused as to why the ancestor was so angry about Voldemort's failure.
The notebook was silent.
After a long time, it wrote leisurely: "I just feel that this mysterious person...is nothing more than that. He can't even kill a one-year-old child."
Draco hesitated for a long time, but finally reason prevailed over emotion, and he did not agree with the 'ancestor' and said the previous sentence was true.
"Don't say that, ancestor, maybe he was ambushed by Dumbledore."
"Okay, Draco." The handwriting in the notebook returned to beauty again: "I remember you said that your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is a loser? Tomorrow you take me to his class to have a look, so that I can target him. The deficiencies in his courses will provide you with targeted training to make up for your shortcomings - this will also allow you to learn spells and dueling skills faster and defeat that damn Potter."
"Yes, ancestor." Draco said overjoyed, a trace of excitement flashing in his eyes.
The next day, Tuesday, he came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with his notebook. Just when he couldn't wait to open the notebook and wanted to write something, the notebook had already given its opinion.
"Put me away."
Draco obediently closed the notebook and put it in his pocket.
Professor Quirrell, who was holding a lizard on the podium to explain, was stunned for a moment, paused briefly, and continued to educate the students about the uses of lizard blood.
What Draco didn't know was that a storm had already arisen in Notebook's consciousness.
Fallen! inability!
It actually stuck to the back of someone else’s head!
Living like this, struggling to survive in this world, are you worthy of being the master soul?
After class, Draco had a quick bite of food and returned to the Slytherin common room.
"Ancestor, why do you want me to take you away?" he asked.
"I can hear what he is talking about in my pocket." The notebook wrote: "Stuttering and trembling, can such a person also be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
The handwriting did not disappear for a long time, and Draco knew that the ancestor had not finished speaking.
Sure enough, another paragraph appeared below the handwriting.
"Then, my junior, I need a little strength."
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"What power?" Draco asked impatiently.
"It's power. After borrowing a little power, I can appear in front of you and guide you better..." the notebook answered.
"Really?" Draco was very happy. After chatting for so long, could his ancestor finally appear in front of him?
He quickly wrote in his notebook: "So, how can I give you strength? Can I?"
"No, my child." The writing in the notebook was very gentle, "You are my most cherished descendant, how can I be willing to borrow your power?"
Ancestors...
Draco's eyes welled up.
He was really touched.
"Listen to me," the notebook wrote again, "I remember you have two little followers, Crabbe and Goyle, right? I think they are quite strong, you can let them hold my Notebook, I lend them a little strength.”
Crabbe and Goyle?
Draco felt a little sour, but since his ancestor had spoken, he might as well do it.
So, he turned back and shouted: "Crabbe, Goyle, come here."
After a while, two people, one tall and one short, walked in from outside. They stood together like beer bottles and corned beef cans.
"You two, take this notebook." Draco handed the notebook to them both.
Crabbe and Goyle didn't doubt his presence, so they reached out and took the notebook, holding one side with each other.
At the same time, a faint gilded text of "T.M. Riddle" appeared on the notebook, and soon disappeared, replaced by "C.C. Malfoy".
(End of chapter)