I'm Your Ancestor (Bonus Chapter!)

Harry was trying to find an excuse to get out of it, but then 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, too...?"

Draco pointed in shock at the Notebook Harry was holding, imagining a scene in his mind where an ancestral spirit was instructing Harry.

Could it be... that Potter's strength is the result of his ancestors' teachings?!

No!

He roared inwardly!

Those are my ancestors! Why would I teach Potter?!

"Oh, this is just an ordinary Notebook, unlike your Merope." Harry casually flipped through the Notebook and said to Draco, "But I think if your brain, which is barely smarter than Troll, hadn't been completely blinded by beauty, you would have seen through that person's evil nature long ago—"

"Evil?" Draco instinctively wanted to argue, but then hesitated.

He felt that what Harry said sounded familiar, as if Professor Snape usually liked to be sarcastic and sarcastic towards others.

"You Slytherin must be sleepy all the time, right? The professors have had to deduct a lot of points from you because of it," Harry said lazily. "That notebook is a very evil magical artifact. It can devour other people's Life Force to strengthen itself—believe me, the Malfoy family may have some flexible principles, but they're not that low."

"A... a creation of Dark Arts?" Draco's face showed shock.

Of course, their Malfoy family's treasury contained some artifacts related to Dark Arts.

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

Every time he went to the treasure vault, his father would sternly warn him that he must never, ever touch those creations of Dark Arts.

"Otherwise what?" Harry scoffed. "Those Slytherin had their Life Force drained by that so-called ' Merope '; didn't you feel sleepy and weak at the beginning too?"

Finally, he added, "However, she wasn't entirely without principles; at least she returned some of the Life Force she had drained from you as compensation."

"Miss Merope still cares about me after all." Draco's eyes welled up with tears.

Harry felt a surge of exasperation as he watched Harry's bewildered expression.

Actually, if you think back to her life a hundred years ago, although Cassandra was sharp-tongued, she was good to herself in every way.

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 junior.

Damn it, how did the Malfoy family end up like this?

Harry pointed his wand at Draco.

"Aguamenti (Water-Making Spell)!"

A stream of icy water, like that from a high-pressure water gun, gushed from the tip of Harry's wand, nearly slamming Draco against the wall.

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

"You might as well use your brain and think about it—or you could go home and ask your dad," Harry said coldly.

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

Draco's intelligence has regained its dominance.

"I told you, Cassandra is my good friend—" At this point, Harry's mischievous side suddenly surfaced. He used his wand to dry Draco's face, poked his cheek, and said, "Kid, by seniority, I'm your ancestor too."

"You're disgracing the Malfoy family!" Draco looked up in indignation. "I... I'm going to tell my father!"

"Oh, even if he's your father, he should be my grandson." Harry tapped Draco on the head with his wand, and seeing the boy crouch down in defense, he continued, "Think about it, did your father ever tell you that your great-aunt helped suppress Goblin Rebellion?"

"It's Harry Potter..." Draco repeated subconsciously, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He pointed at Harry and stammered, "Huh... Harry Potter? You're the one who...?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I was able to defeat Miss Farley so easily? And Professor Quirrell too?"

Harry suddenly got a mischievous urge as he spoke.

He remembered Ron saying that the Malfoy family were die-hard Death Eater who followed Voldemort.

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

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

Draco said in horror, but even so, he became increasingly calm.

yes...

How could a first-year student possibly achieve this level of skill?

Even if it were Merlin, let alone the Dark Lord resurrected, it would be impossible for him to have such mastery of magic at this age.

Could it be that he really...

Draco looked up and met Harry's calm and collected gaze.

"Really, it really is you?" Draco's mind went blank for a moment. "Oh my god, Mr. Potter, it's an honor, an honor..."

Draco would feel resentful if he were defeated by the same first-year kid, even if that kid was the Savior.

But if you were to say that this person is the old monster from a hundred years ago, Draco would have absolutely no objection, and would even feel quite honored.

I fought a legendary wizard from a hundred years ago, 3-0! Can you do it?

At this moment, Draco began to hypnotize himself.

Even if this Potter in front of me is trying to fool me, he still has to be the Potter from a hundred years ago!

Harry didn't say anything, he just smiled.

"You still have Miss Merope's curse—or rather, mark—on you," Harry told Draco. "When you get home, ask your father what that thing on your left arm is."

Draco was startled. He quickly rolled up his sleeve and, just as Harry had said, there was a black skull branded on his left forearm. A large python emerged from the skull's mouth, like a tongue, making it look quite sinister and terrifying.

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

Harry, of course, had no idea that such an evil mark had never appeared a hundred years ago.

He simply held out his hand and Draco a shushing look.

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

"Oh, okay..." Draco nodded blankly.

"Furthermore, the so-called 'power bestowed by Miss Merope ' on you is nothing more than an enhancement that overdraws your Life Force," Harry reminded him again. "It's a temporary Charms, and after the Charms wears off in a few days, you'll be weak for at least a month."

"Thank you for reminding me." Draco nodded.

"Alright, I've said everything I needed to say. I think you should go back now," Harry said to Draco. "I think after you ask your father about the curse on your arm, he'll invite me over. I also have some things to discuss with him then."

With that, Harry turned and left the abandoned classroom.

If Pabbie hadn't reminded him yesterday, he wouldn't have wanted to have much contact with the Malfoy family.

But it seems that only the Malfoy family has the means to obtain such rare magical items as Basilisk Fang ...

In addition, having learned about Cassandra from Draco, Harry felt it necessary to have a serious talk with Lucius.

But those are things to do during the holidays; for now, let's enjoy the lingering feeling of the exams being over.

A week later, the exam results finally came out.

Looking at Harry's report card filled with all "O"s, Hermione secretly vowed to herself that she must study hard and strive to get all O's next year.

Ron's grades were also good; except for Potions Class, which he got a "T", all his other subjects were either "E" or "O".

His mother was also very satisfied with the result, after all, you can't expect the Potions professor who is at odds with the Weasley family to give them an E—of course, the Weasley family ' Potions grades have never been very good.

Apart from Bill and Percy, no one else received a rating of "E" or higher from Snape.

He wasn't targeting Gryffindor; Professor Snape was fairly fair in grading, he was just strict.

Even Hermione understood him, because Potions are indeed a precise science, and a slight error can lead to disastrous consequences, turning a pot of antidote into a pot of poison.

Believe me, no one would take that risk. The extra points lost in Potions Class are just a way to avoid future suffering...

Before School Opening, Harry went to the Map Chamber one last time to say goodbye to Veratia.

Professor Rackham reluctantly left with Headmaster Fitzgerald, leaving the Map Chamber to the two young men.

"I'm going back now, Veratia," Harry said. "During the holidays, I plan to take the materials from your vault first, and then go look for the Basilisk Fang."

"No, it's our vault," Veratia corrected.

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

"It's different, Harry," Verathea said, arms crossed. "The vault is opened in both our names, and no one else has the authority to open it, unless it belongs to us in the future..."

At this point, Veratia suddenly stopped talking, and a suspicious blush appeared on her face.

"Our what?" Harry didn't understand what Veratia meant.

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

"Oh, right." Harry suddenly remembered Cassandra: "There's a Malfoy family descendant in our class, and I got information about Cassandra from him."

"Cassandra?" Verathea suddenly became alert. "What about her?"

"The news, according to the Malfoy family, seems to be that when Cassandra was in her seventh year, she stole the family's heirloom and disappeared after that," Harry said, shrugging.

"No wonder," Veratia said softly.

"No wonder what?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"No wonder she wrote me that letter. She was afraid I would travel through time to find you in the future before her." Veratia covered her mouth and chuckled. "It seems she was making the same plan, wanting to use the family heirloom to travel through time and find you a hundred years from now."

"This... this can't be," Harry said incredulously. "She clearly said in her letter that she would never mess around with you, so why is she now..."

"Harry," Veratia's gaze softened, "You've been blinded by appearances—believe me, she has definitely used Time Magic, and perhaps, like me, is trapped in some other time and space, waiting for you to rescue her..."

When it comes to understanding Cassandra, Verathea dares to say she's second to none.

She had actually figured out Cassandra's personality long ago; this proud girl sometimes said things that should be taken in reverse.

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

But as she said this, Veratia caught a glimpse of tenderness in Cassandra's eyes.

From the moment she met Cassandra, Veratia realized that although she and Harry didn't seem to get along, she was Harry's biggest rival in love.

What had just been presented to her was a perfect opportunity. Given Harry's usual habit of obeying her every word, if she were to conclude that Cassandra had not been researching Time Magic, Harry would surely believe her and abandon his search for clues about Cassandra.

But she couldn't do it—she hadn't even thought about it.

Even if it meant defeat, she didn't want Cassandra to be trapped somewhere—like her, her body frozen in Slytherin's Study, her soul attached to the portrait, tasting a century of solitude that most people couldn't bear.

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

But...

She didn't mind hiding Cassandra's strategy from Harry; otherwise, she would lose her biggest advantage, even though she was already at a disadvantage.

"Really?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Harry, you shouldn't give up, even if there's only the slightest chance." Veratia seemed to be sighing. "Cassandra is your good friend. Perhaps you haven't realized it yet, but in all of Hogwarts, the one who's best for you isn't me, nor Ominis, nor Sebastian —it's Cassandra! Cassandra Malfoy!"

"Remember Flint? The Flint who insulted you?" Veratia asked.

Harry felt a sense of disgust at the mention of this person.

"Of course I remember. If it weren't for Deputy Headmaster Weasley, I might have been bullied by him too—just like Draco Malfoy bullied Neville."

"Deputy Headmaster Weasley?" Veratia covered her mouth and chuckled. "Harry, you're so adorable."

"Hmm?" Harry scratched his head.

"The Flint family was one of the most prominent families in the British wizarding world at the time," Veratia told him. "Although Professor Weasley was the Deputy Headmistress, you know the atmosphere at the school back then. She simply couldn't ask the Flint family to discipline their students."

"It was Cassandra. Although she didn't step forward to help you at the time, she just watched from afar. But that very afternoon, she wrote a letter to her father, and Mr. Malfoy. Septimus Malfoy convened Board of Governors that evening to put pressure on the Flint family. Otherwise, why do you think every Slytherin has avoided you ever since?"

(I've been excited all afternoon, so I'll add one chapter today, and I'll update three chapters together at midnight tomorrow, aiming for at least four chapters tomorrow!)