Chapter 103 I am your ancestor (more updates!)

Chapter 103 I am your ancestor (more updates!)

Harry originally wanted to find an excuse to excuse himself, but he suddenly thought of the missing Cassandra.

He crossed his arms and looked down at Draco.

"Of course I care about her, in fact - she's still my friend."

"Could it be that...the notebook in your hand is also..."

Draco pointed at the notebook Harry was holding in shock, and he imagined a scene in his mind about the ancestral soul teaching Harry.

Could it be that... Po Te is so strong as a result of the teachings of his ancestors? !

No!

He roared in his heart!

That's my ancestor! Why should you teach Pote!

"Oh, this is just an ordinary notebook, different from your Merope." Harry flipped through the notebook casually and said to Draco: "But I think if your brain, which is not much smarter than a troll, doesn't have If you were completely blinded by beauty, you should have seen through the evil nature of that person long ago——"

"Evil?" Draco subconsciously wanted to argue, but was a little timid.

He also felt that what Harry said was a bit familiar. It seemed that Professor Snape usually liked to be so eccentric about others?

"You Slytherins are sleepy every day, right? The professors have to deduct a lot of points from you for this." Harry said lazily, "That notebook is a very evil magical creation that can devour others." The vitality of the people, and then strengthen themselves - believe me, although the bottom line of the Malfoy family is a little more flexible, it is not so low.”

"Dark... dark magic creation?" Draco had a shocked look on his face.

Of course, there are some creations related to dark magic hidden in the Malfoy family's treasure house.

As the heir to the Malfoy family, he would sometimes accompany his father around.

Every time he went to the treasure house, his father warned him sternly, never, never touch those creations of black magic.

"Otherwise?" Harry sneered and said, "Those Slytherin classmates were absorbed by the so-called 'Merope'; didn't you also feel that lethargic and powerless feeling at the beginning? ”

At the end, he added: "But she is not without a bottom line. At least she will give you part of your life force as compensation."

"Miss Merope really does care about me." Draco's eyes were moist.

Harry saw how confused he looked, and a feeling of helplessness surged into his heart.

In fact, looking back carefully at her life a hundred years ago, Cassandra was very kind to herself in every aspect, even though she was unforgiving.

Thinking about Cassandra, and then looking at Draco in front of him, Harry really felt that this kid was not worthy of being Cassandra's successor.

Damn it, why did the Malfoys become like this?

Harry pointed his wand at Draco.

“Aguamenti (clear water like a spring)!”

A stream of cold water, like a high-pressure water gun, spurted out from the tip of Harry's wand, almost knocking Draco against the wall.

After being doused with cold water, Draco calmed down somewhat.

"You might as well think about it - or you can go home and ask your father." Harry said coldly.

"So, you're not lying to me?"

Draco's ingenuity retook the high ground.

"I said, Cassandra is my good friend -" At this point, Harry's bad taste suddenly came to his mind. He used his wand to dry Draco, poked his face and said, "Boy , according to seniority, I am also your ancestor.”

"You are humiliating the Malfoy family!" Draco raised his head sadly and angrily: "I...I want to tell my father!"

"Oh, even if he is your father, he should be my grandson." Harry tapped Draco on the head with his wand. Seeing Draco squatting in defense, he continued to say to him: "Think about it, your father I once told you, who did your great-aunt and grandma work with to suppress the goblin rebellion?”

"It's Harry Potter..." Draco repeated subconsciously, and then he suddenly felt blessed.

He pointed at Harry and stammered: "Huh... Harry Pott? Are you the one..."

"Why else do you think I could defeat Miss Farley so easily? And Professor Quirrell?"

When Harry said this, he suddenly had a bad taste.

He remembered Ron once saying that the Malfoys were die-hard Death Eaters who followed Voldemort.

"Or... Voldemort stuck on the back of Professor Quirrell's head?"

"How dare you...how dare you mention that name!"

Draco said in horror, but even so he was growing calmer.

Yes...

How could a first-year student do this?

Not to mention the resurrection of the Dark Lord, even Merlin wouldn't be able to have such attainments in magic at this age, right?

Could it be that he really...

Draco raised his head and met Harry's leisurely eyes.

"Really, is it really you?" Draco's mind closed the loop at this moment: "Oh my god, break break break break break break break break break break break… Mr. Bade, I am honored, I am honored…"

If he were defeated by the same first-year brat, even if this person was the savior, Draco would feel unconvinced.

But if this person was an old monster from a hundred years ago, Draco really didn't have any objection at all, and he even felt it was quite a fucking honor.

I fought against the legendary wizard from a hundred years ago, 3:0! Are you okay?

At this moment, Draco began to hypnotize himself.

Even if the bad guy in front of me is deceiving me, he must be the bad guy from a hundred years ago!

Harry said nothing, just smiled.

"You still have the curse - or mark - left on you by Miss Merope." Harry said to Draco, "When you get home, ask your father what the thing on your left arm is. What.”

Draco was shocked. He quickly rolled up his sleeves. Sure enough, as Harry said, there was a black skull branded on his left forearm, with a large python emerging from the skull's mouth, like a tongue. , looks very eerie.

"What...what is this?!" Draco asked in horror.

Of course Harry didn't know that such an evil mark had not appeared a hundred years ago.

He just stretched out his hand and said silently to Draco.

"Shh, I don't suggest you show this mark to others. When you get home, just ask your dad."

"Oh, okay..." Draco nodded confusedly. "In addition, the so-called 'power given by Miss Merope' in you is just an enhancement of overdrafted vitality." Harry reminded again: "This is a temporary spell. The spell will be cast after a few days. After disappearing, you will be weak for at least a month.”

"Thank you for the reminder." Draco nodded.

"Okay, I've said everything I need to say, and I think you should go back." Harry said to Draco: "I think after you asked your father about the curse on your arm, he would also invite I’ll be a guest, and by then I’ll have some things to discuss with your dad.”

After that, Harry turned and left the abandoned classroom.

If Pappy hadn't reminded him yesterday, he actually didn't want to have too much contact with the Malfoy family.

But it seems that only the Malfoys have access to such rare magical items as basilisk fangs...

Coupled with the news about Cassandra from Draco, Harry felt the need to have a good chat with Lucius.

But these are all things to do during the holidays. Now let’s enjoy the afterglow of the exam.

A week later, the test results finally came out.

Seeing all the "O"s on Harry's report card, Hermione secretly vowed to study hard and try to get all "O"s next year.

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Ron's grades were also good. Except for Potions, which was a "T", all other subjects were either "E" or "O".

His mother was also very satisfied with this result. After all, you can't expect the Potions Professor who doesn't deal with the Weasley family to give them an E - of course, the Weasley family's potions results have never been very good.

With the exception of Bill and Percy, no one had ever received a grade above an "E" from Snape.

He wasn't saying that he was targeting Gryffindors. Professor Snape was relatively fair in evaluating grades. He was just strict.

Even Hermione understood him, because potions were indeed a precise science, and a slight mistake could make a huge difference, turning a pot of antidote into a pot of poison.

Believe me, no one will take such a risk. The more points you lose in Potions class, the less you will suffer in the future...

Before leaving school, Harry went to the Map Chamber for the last time, intending to say goodbye to Vivi.

Professor Rookwood reluctantly left with Principal Fitzgerald, leaving the map secret room to the two young men.

"I'm going back, Vivi." Harry said, "During the holidays, I plan to take out the materials stored in your vault first, and then look for the basilisk fangs."

"No, it's our treasury." Weiwei corrected.

"Is there... a difference?" Harry scratched his head, "Didn't you deposit it all in? I remember you said there was a small sum of money in the vault?"

"This is different, Harry." Velatia folded her arms and said, "The vault is opened in the name of both of us. No one except the two of us is qualified to open it, unless it is ours in the future..."< br>

Speaking of this, Weiwei suddenly stopped talking and a suspicious red cloud appeared on her face.

"Our what?" Harry didn't understand what Vivi's words meant.

"It's nothing, anyway..." Velatia said softly, "It's nothing anyway."

"Oh, that's right." Harry suddenly thought of Cassandra: "There is a descendant of the Malfoy family among our students, and I got the news about Cassandra from him."
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"Cassandra?" Velatia suddenly became alert: "What about her?"

"The news is, according to the Malfoy family, it seems that Cassandra stole the family's inherited treasure when she was in seventh grade, and has disappeared since then." Harry spread his hands and said.

"No wonder." Weiwei said softly.

"What's the wonder?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"No wonder she wrote me such a letter. It turned out that she was afraid that I would travel through time and space to find you in the next generation before her." Weiwei covered her mouth and chuckled, "It seems that she has the same plan and wants to use the inheritance from her family. The treasure traveled through time and found you a hundred years later.”

"This... this is impossible." Harry said in disbelief: "She clearly said in the letter that it would be absolutely impossible for her to follow you and cause mischief? Why..."

"Harry." Vivi's eyes softened: "You are blinded by appearances - believe me, she has definitely used time magic. Maybe like me, she is trapped in a certain time and space, waiting for you to rescue her. …”

When it comes to understanding Cassandra, Velatia dares to say that she is second, and no one dares to claim to be first.

She had actually figured out Cassandra's character a long time ago. This arrogant girl sometimes had to listen to the opposite of what she said.

For example, Cassandra once told Vivi that she hated Harry because he was lazy and arrogant...

But when she said this, Weiwei caught the imperceptible tenderness in Cassandra's eyes.

From the moment she met Cassandra, Vivi realized that although she and Harry didn't seem to be getting along very well, they were her biggest love rivals in her life.

What was before her just now was an excellent opportunity. According to Harry's usual habit of obeying her words, as long as she concluded that Cassandra was not conducting research on time magic, Harry would definitely believe her words and give up. Find clues about Cassandra.

But she couldn't do it - didn't even think about it.

Even if she might lose because of this, she didn't want Cassandra to be trapped somewhere - just like her, her body was frozen in time and space in Slytherin's study, but her soul was attached to the portrait, tasting this unbearable taste. A hundred years of loneliness.

Yes, she lied to Harry because she didn't want Harry to feel guilty about it.

But...

She didn't mind hiding Cassandra's strategy from Harry, otherwise, she would lose her biggest advantage even though she already had some disadvantages.

"Really?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Harry, you should never give up even if there is a slight possibility." Vivi seemed to be sighing: "Cassandra is your good friend. Maybe you haven't realized it yet, but in the entire Hogwarts, The best thing for you is not me, nor Ominis, nor Sebastian—but Cassandra Malfoy!”

"Remember that Flint? The Flint who insulted you." Vivi asked.

Harry felt a little disgusted when he mentioned this person.

"Of course I remember. If it hadn't been for Vice Principal Weasley, I might have been bullied by him - just like Draco Malfoy bullied Neville."

"Vice Principal Weasley?" Vivi covered her mouth and chuckled: "Harry, you are so cute."

"Huh?" Harry scratched his head.

"The Flint family was also the leading family in the British wizarding world at that time," Vivi told him. "Although Professor Weasley was the vice principal, you also knew the atmosphere of the school back then. There was no way she could ask Flynn The special family restrains its children.”

"It's Cassandra. Although she didn't stand up to help you at that time and just watched from a distance, she wrote a letter to her father that afternoon. It was Mr. Septimus Malfoy who wrote the letter that night. Convene a school board meeting to put pressure on the Flint family - otherwise, why do you think every Slytherin has stayed away from you since then?"

(I have been excited all afternoon. I will add one chapter today and update three chapters together in the early morning tomorrow. I will try to update more than four chapters tomorrow!)

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