Cassandra Malfoy?
Draco remembered the ancestor his father had told him about a few days ago.
That can't be right. Didn't she disappear?
"Are you really Cassandra?" Draco wrote in the Notebook.
"Yes." The elegant handwriting appeared once more.
"But... why?" Draco wrote in confusion. "How did you suddenly appear and start talking to me through the Notebook? Is this an object you created with the Dark Arts?"
"Magic is a wonderful thing, isn't it?" the elegant handwriting replied.
Two more lines soon appeared beneath it. "Tell me about yourself, my descendant. What is your relationship with Abraxas?"
"He is my grandfather. He has already passed away," Draco wrote.
The words he had written did not disappear until a while later. After waiting for some time, until Draco was beginning to grow impatient, the elegant handwriting finally reappeared.
"Oh, that is truly unexpected..."
"Time truly is merciless. When I left home, Abra was still just a child."
As the handwriting faded, Draco eagerly wrote, "Then you really are my ancestor. I have heard many stories about how you suppressed the Goblin Rebellion and wiped out The Ashwinder Party a hundred years ago, but Father never told me the details. Could you tell me about them? I really want to know of our forebears' glory."
What a child, so obsessed with the glory of his family...
The Notebook remained silent for a while before giving Draco an answer.
"I'm sorry, my descendant. I am merely a Notebook used to record insights on spells. I cannot fulfill your wish."
Draco was somewhat disappointed, but his attention was quickly captured by the phrase "record insights on spells."
"Insights on spells?" Draco hurriedly wrote, "Can you teach me, senior? I know you were the most outstanding witch at Hogwarts in your time. With your