Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

This group of men in black wore thick wizard robes and wrapped themselves tightly.

Some people even wore black masks, as if they were afraid of being discovered.

Black Manor has been abandoned since its successor, Sirius Black, was imprisoned in Azkaban.

Strangely enough, Sirius is not the only member of the Black family.

But the others seemed to be ashamed of this surname. After getting married, they never returned to the manor, let alone thought about inheriting the manor.

But this has always been the case with aristocrats with a long history.

He would rather the designated heir be completely destroyed than let the inheritance be handed over to a witch.

All wizards are united in following ancient traditions in representing the interests of the nobility.

The dense ivy covering the manor does not give off a lush green beauty, but instead looks more like a cage that traps the manor.

Because no one has taken care of it for a long time, even though the manor is very large, it looks lifeless.

Walking to the corner, you can see spider webs connecting the leaves and the door. It seems that this manor is just a dead house and no one comes to visit it anymore.

But this manor is not home to a single person, no, not even a single living creature.

If the information they investigated was correct, then Kreacher, the servant who had guarded the Black family for generations and the house-elf who was extremely loyal to his master, was still living in the manor, waiting for Sirius who would never come back.

The group chose to come in the evening.

The reason why we didn't choose to do it late at night is because this lifeless mansion will open its protective shield at eight o'clock in the evening to resist the invasion from the evil god's whispers.

If these visiting guests do not want to be stopped outside the door by the protective shield, they can only visit the mansion in advance.

A man in black knocked on the iron gate of the manor.

"Boom! Boom!"

The iron gate made a series of rotten and dilapidated wails under the strong hammering, and it seemed that it would break in the next second.

As the dong dong sound continued, the manor inside was strangely filled with melodious echoes.

This group of black-robed wizards waited silently for more than ten minutes.

Just when they thought that there was really no living creature in this manor, suddenly, a thin house-elf with big eyes and sparse hair appeared in front of them.

It was wearing a wrinkled suit, as if it hadn't taken a bath for many days.

As it approached, the wizards' noses could smell a stinking smell of decay.

One wizard couldn't help but complain: "Oh, shit! How long has it been since this house-elf cleaned himself? I thought I smelled a corpse!"

When facing human wizards, Kreacher still maintained the most basic courtesy. At least he did not drive them away because of the wizards' complaints.

Complaining is normal, not every owner will treat house-elves as normal creatures.

They are slaves, and their death at the hands of their masters is a worthy death.

Kreacher looked at the wizards who suddenly arrived through the dilapidated iron gate with caution: "Who are you?"

The wizard standing in the front said: "I am a companion of your former master, Regulus Black. Now, I need your help."

Kreacher stared at them dimly: "You are not sent by the Ministry of Magic."

Its body suddenly trembled, and its tone became a little agitated, and it stammered, "You, you are the subordinates of that great being, right?"

A wizard said arrogantly: "Since you have recognized our identities, why don't you let us in!"

Kreacher did not open the door immediately, but continued tremblingly: "My master is dead, my master Regulus is dead...

My master now is Sirius Black. The last time he met me, he asked me to close this manor. I cannot go against his wishes..."

Its expression became somewhat crazy, and the memories of the past seemed to be too much for it to bear, and it muttered to itself:

"I said it before. I know. Master Regulus shouldn't do this. The pride of a noble shouldn't lower his head..."

A wizard in black robes said impatiently: "I am Regulus's companion. You know who your master served when he was alive. Hurry and open the gate of the manor. We need your help now!"

Kreacher despised Sirius Black.

Compared to Regulus, Sirius was so rebellious, unlearned, and arrogant. He made friends with that group of mudbloods. He didn't have the demeanor of a noble son of the Black family at all!
Before the previous head of the family died, he had always been talking about removing Sirius Black from the family, saying that such a person should not exist in the family.

Sirius will only tarnish the name of the Black family!

However, Master Regulus has passed away, and as a house-elf who has been devoted to his family for generations, he can only recognize the last heir as his master.

No matter how much it disagreed with Sirius, it could not go against his wishes. This was the will of the Black family!

Kreacher's face flushed, and he said excitedly: "The manor has been closed, and no one can open it. I can't disobey the master's order. I can't. I have to protect the Black family..."

The black-robed wizard thought that Kreacher, the house-elf, had been locked up for too long and his brain was a little rusty!
How pitiful! He has been staying alone in the gloomy manor for more than ten years.

Kreacher must have been driven crazy a long time ago!
A black-robed wizard suddenly said, "As long as you help us, we can revive your favorite Regulus. How about this deal?"

Kreacher suddenly stopped talking, staring at the wizard who was speaking, and said in a low voice: "Resurrection? Resurrection of Master Regulus?"

The wizard smiled, like the snake in the Garden of Eden that tempted humans to fall.

"Yes, you know how great the man we serve is. He has come back from the brink of death time and time again, and everyone thought he was dead.

But the truth is not so. He has seen through the secret of death and is recovering his power in secret. If he wants, he can definitely revive your master."

Kreacher said as if bewitched: "Resurrection, how to resurrect, in order to resurrect Master Regulus, Kreacher is willing to do anything."

The black-robed wizard said: "The premise is that you have to help us."

Kreacher removed the barriers that had been set up for years, took the initiative to open the manor, and welcomed this group of black-robed wizards with different thoughts.

What this group of people didn't know was that in a dark corner somewhere in the manor, there was a skinny black dog lying on the ground, its dark eyes watching the scene in an extremely human way and in silence.
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Another day passed.

The little wizard started to learn a new course, which is the "Ancient Magic Course"!
The little wizard needs to prepare the Magic Dictionary and Magic Pronunciation Table in advance. This is the first class and also the knowledge that needs to be learned in this semester. The classroom for the ancient magic class is very special. It is a classroom on the third floor, but the little wizard has never seen this classroom before.

Only by stepping on a specific floor tile and then jumping to another floor tile can you see this classroom.

The classroom is decorated in exquisite Baroque style. As soon as you walk in, you can feel a luxurious atmosphere.

Professor Babel has a young and beautiful face, beautiful long golden hair, and pointed ears.

This led some students to believe that she might have elven blood.

Compared with the beautiful professor, even some students who are from aristocratic families feel helpless.

In front of Professor Babeling, she is a true aristocrat.

From the very beginning, the little wizard received the most practical training, starting from the most basic semantic understanding.

Other professors will tell the young wizard in the first class how studying this course will help him and what he can learn.

But Professor Babel didn't say that. She didn't even explain to the wizard what the ancient magic runes could do.

She stood on the podium and the first thing she said was: "Ancient magic words belong to the realm of geniuses."

The second sentence is: "I don't pray that everyone can recognize ancient magic words, but at least under my teaching, it is necessary to understand the interpretation of a few ancient magic words."

The third sentence is: "Most of you will never come into contact with any derivative products related to magic runes in your entire life. Don't compare the strange items made by ancient magic runes with the half-baked alchemical products on the market."

Professor Babel glanced at all the little wizards and said meaningfully:
“Alchemy is just a branch of ancient magic. If you have a talent for ancient magic, you can not only become an alchemist, but also become a more noble being.

It's a pity that this is the language of genius, but since Hogwarts has opened this course, giving you the opportunity to glimpse the mystery, then cherish this opportunity. "

Professor Babel began to explain the meaning of the first basic rune, writing and drawing on the blackboard.

The other young wizards kept taking notes. The more they listened, the more abstract these ancient magic words seemed to them.

There is absolutely no memory association method. I can only remember the definitions by rote.

Ron and Harry felt relieved when they heard Professor Babel teach this rune. They had learned it in the laboratory last semester.

According to Lin Xia, their understanding of magic runes is now comparable to that of fifth-grade students.

If it weren't for the big promise of creating alchemical artifacts hanging in front of them, Harry and Ron weren't sure if they could continue to persevere.

but.

Steel and mecha are a romance that belongs only to men!

Ron held the dictionary upright and asked in a low voice, "Harry, is Professor Babel a noble? What is her last name? I have never seen such a noble."

Although Harry and Ron's rune instruction was obtained by Lin Xia from Professor Babbling, they had never met the professor.

From what Lin Xia said, they just felt that this professor was quite mysterious.

Now, in addition to being mysterious, it has also been labeled as "very beautiful" and "strange and unique".

Professor Babel suddenly turned around and said, "I'm not a noble, so don't worry. If you don't pay attention, I won't deduct your marks, and I won't chop off your heads to use as stools."

The other young wizards immediately followed her gaze, and Ron's cheeks immediately turned red.

Babel said slowly, "I am very experienced in health preservation. As long as you live long enough, you will be able to see a lot of things, including the privacy of the nobles that you are interested in, and witness history again and again."

Professor Babel was not completely unwilling to teach, even though the little wizard had been beaten down by her.

No one thinks of himself as a genius, and no one thinks from the beginning that he can ever learn the language of genius.

But she still aroused the little wizard's interest in other ways.

"Perhaps you would like to listen to me tell you about the romantic affairs of the great nobles in a class where everyone can pass, for example."

She paused, then suddenly turned to look at Draco and said with a smile, "The head of the Malfoy family three hundred years ago, and his wife who was taken by force."

……

"Ding-dong-"

The melodious bell for the end of get out of class rang, and the little wizard happily finished the ancient magic class.

After the little wizards came out, they turned around and looked back. There was no classroom there, only an empty corridor.

A little wizard said: "This is so cool. The classroom can only be seen through some kind of stepping point. Does the classroom really exist in the space we are in?"

Lin Xia's clear voice came: "Of course, just because we can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

The classroom for the Ancient Magic Text Class is hidden in the gap between spaces. Only people who are very sensitive to changes in space can see this classroom. "

Another little wizard asked: "Lin Xia, is Professor Babeling a human?
I mean, could she be a ghost? She knows the private affairs of the nobles three hundred years ago. She has lived for at least three hundred years. Can a human live that long? "

Lin Xia smiled and said, "You should ask Nicolas Flamel about this question. Is he a human being or some kind of creature?"

Some little wizards gathered around Draco and asked him if what Professor Babel had revealed was true.
In this class, thanks to the young wizard's concentration, everyone passed. In the last ten minutes of the class, Professor Babel told everyone the story of the Malfoy family three hundred years ago.

It was quite a story with many twists and turns.

You don't love me, I don't love you, you fell in love with him, I killed him, and then took you away...

What’s more, the person that the head of the Malfoy family killed was his own brother!
Draco looked a little flustered, but he concealed it well and said arrogantly:
"How would I know about something that happened three hundred years ago? Maybe Professor Babel heard it from somewhere, or saw it in some book that records gossips!"

Lin Xia and others went to the laboratory, and then these little wizards dispersed.

Ron looked at Draco and said hesitantly, "You were so nervous just now. Could it be that Professor Babel really got your family history right?"

Draco pinched his brows and said, "I don't know. Even my father may not know about what happened three hundred years ago. Families will not keep scandals secret.

However, I know that the head of the family at that time did have a twin brother who died at the age of eighteen, and the cause of death is unknown. " (End of this chapter)