HP Approaches the Magic World

"Of course... not very good."

Helga slapped Jon on the head: "This is a secret. The meaning of a secret is that it cannot be told. Do you understand?"

"But you said that you asked Dumbledore to check on the situation of your descendants. Dumbledore should know about your existence, right?"

Helga herself told the story about the descendants, and there is indeed such a witch in the original novel. Her name is Hepzibah Smith. Because it involves Horcruxes, Jon still remembers a description of her.

"She was a very fat old lady, wearing an elaborate ginger wig and a bright pink robe that spread around her, making her look like a melted ice cream cake."

This pure-blood witch who died at the hands of Voldemort in 1946 claimed to be a descendant of Helga Hufflepuff, and she was being sought for collecting Hufflepuff cups and Slytherin lockets.

Killed by Tom Riddle of Horcrux, this memory comes from Hepzibah's house elf Hooch.

Now it seems that this witch did not lie about her life experience, because this has been confirmed by Helga Hufflepuff herself.

Hepzibah's wealth should also be due to inheriting a large amount of ancestral inheritance, but the old witch did not live a particularly good life in her later years. Her husband died, she had no children, and only various rare antiques were left.

and endless money.

However, it is not accurate to say this. If Jon guessed correctly, he is the descendant of this witch.

Calculating the time, this witch died in 1946 because Voldemort attacked her, otherwise she should have been able to live for a while, and Jon himself also knew that his grandfather's father was the head of the Smith family.

He was a squib, and after he was 11 years old, he was sent to a distant relative's home for foster care, which is the old home that Jon now inherits.

This ancestor was born in 1898. At that time, witches gave birth relatively early, and the time was right.

This is a poor but wealthy old lady who gave birth to a dumb child and lost her husband.

Jon had no intention of pitying the witch who was suspected of being his grandmother. His suspicion was denied by Helga, who said that Dumbledore didn't know the secret of the portrait, so he was the only one who knew it.

"But I think you won't bring me here for no reason, because... you also guessed that I didn't know that I had your blood flowing in my body before, so you must have other intentions.

Well, if I can help you with some equipment, I will try my best to do it for you."

"Well, you are indeed a very smart boy. If it weren't for... I would even suspect that you are a descendant of Ravenclaw."

Jon guessed that his ancestor might want to tell some secrets about Ms. Ravenclaw, perhaps about the daughter who betrayed his mother, but Jon would not ask these words.

Just guess it in your mind and it will be annoying to ask too many questions.

"I don't have anything to ask you to do, I just want to warn you something. When you entered the lounge, I found a very strange smell on you. The smell was like a curse, but I

But I can't check it out because 'it' is too mysterious."

Helga's face gradually became serious. She actually had a more serious suspicion, but she didn't want to say it out because the child in front of her was still too young and some things might be difficult to understand.

Her embarrassing mood also made Jon nervous, and he quickly ate a delicious cookie to relieve his nervousness.

"How should I put it... I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I have sensed this kind of aura in Salazar, and I also sensed it in Dumbledore who just entered school. You should have both of these two people.

Is it familiar?"

Helga saw Jon nodding, so she continued: "Every accomplished wizard has had this aura, but without exception, their final endings were not very good. You are also an exception. I never

I have never seen two people with this kind of aura at the same time. Maybe you can help Dumbledore, in fact, he is also a poor person."

Helga said in a mysterious tone that she didn't know that Jon had already understood Dumbledore's ending, because she was just a residual soul and could not make accurate predictions or change anything. In the past nearly a thousand years,

Throughout time, she wandered around in the portraits of Hogwarts, and no one had ever entered the world of portraits to talk to her.

Because her portrait has powerful magic attached to it, those younger generations also respect her reputation.

Except for sometimes asking the principal at the time to check on her offspring, she almost never took the initiative to speak.

Jon is an exception. As a descendant of blood, his consciousness can enter the world of portraits.

"Okay, I promise you, if I can do it."

Jon thought about it and agreed. This matter might not be troublesome for him.

"But, can I still come here to see you in the future?"

To be honest, Helga's skills in food magic are unparalleled. At least the cookies here are the best cookies Jon has ever tasted.

"Magic has its limits."

Helga patted her descendant on the shoulder: "You have put too much pressure on the magic space this time. You may not be able to come in for a short time. However, I can teach you the magic spell to strengthen the magic portrait space.

You, of course, can't do it now."

This answer was expected by Jon, but he still asked: "Can I take a portrait of you from Hogwarts? I have an old house. Maybe this way, we can talk freely in the future."

With a legendary witch teaching him magic, Jon felt that his future life might be smooth.

"Oh, I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. My magic is applied to all my portraits in Hogwarts. You know, Hogwarts does not tolerate theft, and all the property in the castle belongs to Slytherin... Oh,

I think I do know that a portrait can be taken away from you."

Jon's mood was up and down like a roller coaster, and then he heard Helga say: "Ravenclaw left a magical house for the school. That room has powerful transformation magic and space magic. One of my paintings

The portrait is in her study room. There used to be portraits of the four of us hanging there, but later due to some things, only my portrait still has traces of magic. You can take that portrait away later.

I'll tell you how to enter that room...but how do you bring such a big portrait out?"

Jon laughed mysteriously: "Well, I might actually have a way."