HP Approaches the Magical World

"Of course it's...not very good."

Helga knocked a chestnut on Jon's head: "This is a secret, and the meaning of a secret is that you can't tell it, you know?"

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

The thing about the offspring was said by Helga herself, and there is indeed such a witch in the original book. Her name is Hepziba Smith. Because it involves Horcruxes, Jon still remembers a description of her.

"She was a fat, fat old lady with a delicate ginger wig and a flamboyant pink gown that spread around her, making her look like a melting ice cream cake."

This pure-blooded witch who died under Voldemort in 1946 claimed to be a descendant of Helga Hufflepuff, and she was found at that time because she collected Hufflepuff's cup and Slytherin's locket Horcrux Tom Riddle, this memory comes from Hepzibah's house elf Hao Qi.

It now appears that the witch was not lying about her parentage, as this has been confirmed by Helga Hufflepuff herself.

Hepziba's wealth should also be due to inheriting a large amount of inheritance from his ancestors, but this old witch did not live a particularly good life in her later years. Her husband died and she had no children, leaving only various rare antiques and endless money.

But it's not accurate to say that, if Jon guessed correctly, he is the descendant of this witch.

Calculating the time, this witch died in 1946 because Voldemort killed her, otherwise she should be able to live for a while, and Jon himself knows that his grandfather's father, the first of the Smith family He is a squib, and after he was 11 years old, he was sent to the foster care of distant relatives, which is the old house Jon inherited today.

This ancestor was born in 1898, when witches had children earlier, and the time was right.

This is a poor but rich old lady who had a Squib child and lost her husband.

Jon didn't have the heart to pity the witch who was suspected of his old grandmother. Helga denied his conjecture just now. Helga said that Dumbledore didn't know the secret of the portrait, so he was the only one who knew.

"But I think, you will not bring me here for no reason, because...you guessed it, I didn't know that your blood was flowing in me before, so you must have other intentions Well, if I can help you with some settings, I will try my best to do it for you."

"Well, you are indeed a very smart boy, if not... I would even suspect that you are a descendant of Ravenclaw."

Jon guessed that his ancestor might want to say a little privacy about Ms. Ravenclaw, maybe about the daughter who betrayed his mother, but Jon would not ask these words out.

It's fine to guess in my heart, asking too much is annoying.

"I don't have anything for you to do, I just want to warn you about something. When you entered the lounge, I found a very strange smell on you. That smell is like a curse, but I Can't check it out because 'it' is too mysterious."

Helga's face gradually became solemn. She actually had more serious guesses, 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 little biscuit 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 breath in Salazar, and I have also sensed it in Dumbledore, who just entered school. You should be familiar with these two people. Are you familiar?"

Seeing Jon nodding, Helga continued: "Every accomplished wizard,

They have all had this aura before, but without exception, all of them ended badly, and you are an exception. I have never seen two people who have this aura at the same time. Maybe you can help Dumbledore , In fact, he is also a poor man. "

Helga said in a mysterious tone, she didn't know that Jon had already understood Dumbledore's ending, because she was just a residual soul, unable to make accurate predictions, and could not change anything. During the time, she wandered around in the portrait of Hogwarts, and no one ever entered the world of this portrait to talk to her.

Because of the powerful magic attached to her portrait, those younger generations are also in awe of her reputation.

Except for sometimes asking the headmaster at the time to look at her offspring, she hardly ever took the initiative to speak.

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

"Well, I promise you, if I can."

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

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

To be honest, Helga's attainments in food magic are unmatched, at least the biscuits here are the best biscuits Jon has ever eaten in his memory.

"Magic has its limit."

Helga patted her descendant on the shoulder: "You have put too much pressure on the magic space this time, and you may not be able to come in for a short time, but I can teach you the magic spell to strengthen the magic portrait space. You, of course, not 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 so, we can talk freely in the future."

There was a legendary witch who taught him magic, and Jon felt that his future life might be smooth.

"Oh, I'm afraid this is a bit difficult, my magic is cast on all my portraits at Hogwarts, you know, Hogwarts does not tolerate theft, and all property in the castle belongs to Slytherin... oh, I think I really know that a portrait can be taken by you."

Jon's mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster, and then he heard Helga say: "Ravenclaw left a magical room for the school, and that room has powerful transformation magic and space magic. One of my pictures The portrait is in her own study room. There were portraits of the four of us hanging there, but because of some things, I was the only one left with traces of magic. You can take that portrait away later. I'll tell you how to get into that room...but how did you get such a big portrait out?"

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