Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 74 Online chatting is risky, investment should be cautious
Two days ago, in the Slytherin common room.

"Tell me about the wizarding world," the handwriting in the notebook was somewhat lazy. "I have already told you the secret of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. You should also tell me about the changes in the wizarding world. You know, I have been away for many years."

"Besides, knowing what happens afterwards, I can guide you better."

"Where should I start?" Draco rubbed his sore hand, and when it eased a little, he wrote in his notebook, "I'm sorry, ancestor, if I start from when you left the wizarding world, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish even if I write for three days and three nights."

"Just tell me about your headmaster, is he still Phineas Black?" the handwriting asked.

"Oh, no longer. The current headmaster is Dumbledore." Draco's handwriting was obviously a little irritable when he wrote about Dumbledore. "This hypocritical guy actually allowed mudbloods to study in the school. My father said that if such a person is the headmaster, there is no way to make Hogwarts better."

"I trust your father's judgment." The handwriting in the notebook was somewhat cheerful. "So, what kind of story does Dumbledore have?"

"He defeated a dark wizard named Grindelwald," Draco wrote in his notebook. "The world calls him the most powerful white wizard."

"The most powerful white wizard?" The handwriting in the notebook was a little anxious. "So, my descendants, besides this Grindelwald, does this great white wizard have any other enemies?"

Draco thought for a moment and wrote down the answer in his notebook: "Yes, it's the You-Know-Who—"

"You-Know-Who?" The handwriting became beautiful again. "Don't be ridiculous, Draco. How would I know who this person is?"

"It's Voldemort." Draco couldn't help shuddering as he wrote the word. "We don't usually call him by his name."

"Why?" asked the notebook.

"Fear," Draco wrote in his notebook, hesitated, and then wrote: "And respect, because he promises to give us purebloods our due."

The handwriting on the notebook looked very happy: "Yes, yes, pure-blood wizards like us are born to be superior to others. The idea of ​​this man named Voldemort is really good... So, where is he now?"

Draco hesitated for a long time and wrote in his notebook: "Harry Potter! It is said that he is the son of prophecy, predicted to be the one who can defeat Voldemort... When Harry Potter was one year old, the mysterious man wanted to kill him, but for some reason, he suddenly disappeared after that. Everyone said that Harry Potter killed the mysterious man - in fact, he has not appeared for ten years."

The notebook fell silent.

Draco waited for a long time but received no reply.

"Ancestors? Ancestors?" he wrote on it.

Who would have thought that the handwriting in the notebook suddenly became messy.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! A one-year-old child. How could he 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 fell silent.

After a long while, it slowly wrote: "I just think this mysterious person... is just so-so. He can't even kill a one-year-old child."

Draco hesitated for a long time, and finally reason overcame emotion. He did not agree with the "ancestor" and said "indeed".

"Don't say that, ancestor. Perhaps he was ambushed by Dumbledore."

"Okay, Draco." The handwriting in the notebook returned to its beautiful state. "I remember you said that your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is a loser? Take me to his class tomorrow so that I can give you targeted training based on the shortcomings of his course and make up for your weaknesses. This will also allow you to learn spells and dueling skills faster and defeat that damn Potter."

"Yes, ancestor." Draco said happily, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

The next day, which was Tuesday, he brought his notebook to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Just as he couldn't wait to open the notebook and 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 originally explaining the situation while holding a lizard at the podium, was stunned for a moment. After a brief pause, he continued to explain the uses of lizard blood to the students.

What Draco didn't know was that a storm had already begun to brew in the notebook's consciousness.

Degenerate! Incompetent!
It actually stuck to the back of someone's head!
Are you worthy of being the main soul while you are still living in this world like this?
After class, Draco ate a quick meal and returned to the Slytherin common room.

"Ancestor, why do you want me to take you away?" he asked.

"I can hear what he's saying in my pocket," the notebook wrote. "Stuttering and trembling. Can such a person 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.

"Well, my junior, I need a little strength."

"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 replied.

"Really?" Draco was very happy. After chatting for so long, could the 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 handwriting on the notebook was very gentle. "You are my most precious descendant. How can I bear to borrow your power?"

Ancestors...

Draco's eyes moistened.

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 both pretty strong. You can let them hold my notebook and I will borrow some strength from them."

Crabbe and Goyle?

Draco felt a little sour, but since the ancestors had spoken, he just did as they said.

So he turned around and shouted, "Crabbe, Goyle, come here."

After a while, two men, one tall and one short, walked in from outside. The two of them stood together, looking like a beer bottle and a can of corned beef.

"You two, take this notebook." Draco handed the notebook to them both.

Crabbe and Goyle took the notebook without question, holding one side in each hand.

At the same time, the faint gold-plated words "TMRiddle" appeared on the notebook, and soon disappeared, replaced by "CC Malfoy".

(End of this chapter)