The Ancient Wizards of Hogwarts

"Anything you want to ask?"

Ash looked at the stunned girl and ruffled her hair.

Harley opened her mouth and asked with difficulty:

"That black mist just now was... Voldemort?"

"I think so."

Ash frowned, looking a little regretful, "I didn't expect him to have such a trick, so I let him run away. I'm sorry."

"Hmm~" Harley pursed her lips tightly and whispered:

"sorry……"

"Why apologize?"

"because……"

Harley opened her mouth, her face full of guilt, "I...I had a dream, and I dreamed that you used the Death Curse on me..."

Ash looked at her quietly, silently.

Harley thought he was angry, so she kept apologizing in a low voice, almost crying.

Ash asked:

"Do you remember the scene in the dream? Where was it? Here, or somewhere else?"

"I don't remember much, I just remember that there seemed to be a lot of trees around..."

Ash showed a clear face, patted Harley's head, and said softly:

"That was not a dream, but the person in the dream was not you, but Voldemort. That night in the Forbidden Forest, I did use the Death Curse on him. What you dreamed about was the scene at that time. There should be something between you and Voldemort. That connection, so when Voldemort is about to take action, your scars ache and you dream about what he went through."

Harley was half-aware, her eyes still a little confused, and her peripheral vision touched the mirror nearby.

It was a very majestic mirror, reaching as high as the ceiling, with a gorgeous golden frame, supported by two claw-shaped feet underneath. There is a line of words engraved on the top: Eris Stella Oheru Ayiteubi Kafulu Ayiteon Voorhees.

Harley stared blankly at the mirror. There was a woman standing next to her in the mirror, with a gentle smile on her face, waving to her gently.

Harley turned around subconsciously, but saw nothing. The man only existed in the mirror.

She looked at Harry quietly, with a kind and gentle smile on her face.

Ash's soft voice sounded in her ears:

"What do you see?"

"I saw mom..."

Harley's mood was a little low, "That's all false, right?"

Ash said softly:

"The Mirror of Erised allows a man to see what he desires most."

Harry subconsciously asked:

"Then what did you see?"

Ash smiled:

"Me? Nothing."

He looked at the mirror, and there was only him reflected in the mirror.

Harley asked hesitantly:

"Ash, do you want the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Why do you ask?" Ash was a little surprised.

Harley didn't answer, just put her hand into her pocket, took out a bright red stone and handed it to Ash.

Harley looked at the door of the room with a guilty conscience. The black flames there had almost been extinguished. She whispered:

"I won't tell them, just say, just say that Quirrell has stolen the things..."

Before he finished speaking, Ash saw someone rushing into the room. The leader was the disheveled Snape, followed by Professor McGonagall. In the absence of Dumbledore, they were the most powerful wizards in Hogwarts.

"Merlin's beard! Thank God!"

When it was discovered that Ash and Harry were safe and sound, Professor McGonagall's tense nerves finally relaxed, but there was cold anger in her voice, "Mr. Black! You have to explain to me why you didn't sleep at night and ran away." Come to a place like this!”

Harley shrank her head, but bravely took the responsibility:

"Professor McGonagall, it's my fault. I found out that Voldemort wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Ash came here to help me."

Snape asked in a cold voice:

"Where is he?"

Harley hurriedly explained:

"On Professor Quirrell's head, on the back of his head, all the time, that's why he always wears the scarf."

The eyes of Professor McGonagall and Snape were a little horrified. They were able to detect something strange about Quirrell, but at most, like Dumbledore, they guessed that Quirrell might have surrendered to Voldemort. They never thought that Voldemort would possess him. On Quirrell!

Doesn't that mean that they have been living with Voldemort for more than half a year?

Snape clenched his wand, looked around warily, and asked in a deep voice:

"Where is Quirrell? Did he escape?"

"Quirrell is dead."

Ash spoke before Harley could, "But Voldemort ran away from the ceiling. All he had left was his soul. I couldn't stop him."

Harley, who was hesitating whether to lie or not, blinked.

"Soul?!" Snape's eyes narrowed, so is this the truth? Only Voldemort's body was destroyed ten years ago, but his soul is still alive, parasitizing on other people and lingering!

Professor McGonagall was also shocked, but she was more worried about the safety of her students and made a quick decision:

"Professor Snape, let's escort them back to the common room first. We can talk about other things later!"

Snape didn't object, as none of them knew if there were other Death Eaters hiding in the castle.

——

Although Voldemort has escaped, the impact of the Sorcerer's Stone incident is far from over.

Quirrell's death left Hogwarts without its only Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, causing all Defense Against the Dark Arts courses in the school to be suspended. Fortunately, there are only two weeks left before the exam, and Quirrell's own teaching level is quite worrying, so the impact of the suspension of classes will not be too great.

Early the next morning, Dumbledore finally 'returned' to Hogwarts and saw Ash and Harry in the school hospital. Although they were not harmed in any way, the worried Professor McGonagall still deducted points. Threatening them and forcing them to the hospital to check whether they were suffering from an imperceptible curse. After all, they were facing Voldemort, the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard in history!

"Good morning, Ash, and Miss Harley."

With a kind smile on his face, Dumbledore joked: "How does it feel to be in the hospital?"

"not so good,"

Ash stood in front of the window and looked at the rising morning glow outside the window, with a somewhat helpless tone, "To be honest, I'm grateful for Professor McGonagall's concern, but now I just want to know when I can be discharged from the hospital."

"anytime."

Dumbledore's tone was very cordial, "But before that, I still have some questions to ask you. Miss Harley, do you have the Philosopher's Stone in your hand?"

He turned to look at Harley, who honestly took out the bright red magic stone from her pocket and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore praised softly:

"I'm glad you gave it to me, Miss Harley."

Harry blushed a little because she still hadn't told Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape that the Philosopher's Stone had been in her pocket all along.

Dumbledore glanced at Cassandra and Hermione at the entrance of the school hospital and smiled:

"Oh, Miss Harley, your friends seem to be waiting for you, so you don't have to worry about us."

Harley looked at Ash, who nodded slightly at her.

Harley was relieved and trotted out of the campus hospital, meeting up with her friends and whispering about each other's experiences.

Dumbledore walked to the window, still holding the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand, and asked softly:

"Well, Mr. Black."

"You fought Voldemort twice. What do you think of him?"

Ash frowned, his tone revealing deep confusion:

"I admit that his ability to parasitize other wizards is very strange, but it is difficult for me to imagine that that person is the 'Dark Lord' you call him. I can't see in him any performance that should be expected of the 'most powerful dark wizard in history' . Maybe he was indeed very powerful in the past, but now all I see is a lost dog. I don’t understand why you are still avoiding him like a snake and a scorpion until now?"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and warned:

"Mr. Black, I admit that what you said makes sense. However, please do not underestimate him! Although Voldemort is very weak now, once he really comes back, the crisis he will bring to the wizarding world will be far greater than you think. Goblin rebellion experienced!”

"So, we must destroy him before he recovers!"

Ash seemed to be exaggerated by his emotions and said seriously:

"But only if we can find his hiding place, do you have any ideas?"

"Actually, no."

Dumbledore spread his hands very simply, "Just like I couldn't find Voldemort hiding in Quirrell for a whole year, I don't know where he will go after that. But..."

Dumbledore paused for a moment and said seriously: "Most of his former allies were from pure-blood families. I think he is likely to seek help from pure-blood families next. At this point, I need your assistance."

Dumbledore has been in the wizarding world for so many years and has many loyal fans.

Even among pure-blood families, there are a few who support him, such as the Crouch family and the Weasley family.

But the vast majority of pure-blood families still favor Voldemort. If Voldemort chooses to seek their help, then these pure-blood families will definitely try their best to conceal Voldemort's existence, and even take the initiative to help Voldemort resurrect!

Ash's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't refuse clearly and asked:

"Who do you suspect? The Malfoys?"

"No."

Dumbledore shook his head, "Although Lucius was once a member of the Death Eaters, his essence has always been to pursue profits. If Voldemort has been resurrected, he will not hesitate to join Voldemort's command. But if Voldemort was just in a weak state, and he would even take the initiative to report it to the Ministry of Magic."

"In comparison, the Avery family, the Lestrange family and the Gaunt family are more likely to support Voldemort."

Although Dumbledore's analysis was sound, Ash had a different view.

If things were really that simple, Voldemort wouldn't have been in hiding for the past ten years. For Voldemort, the people who are truly loyal to him are all in Azkaban, and the Death Eaters who can avoid prison are all traitors.

Therefore, he does not trust those members of pure-blood families, let alone seek their help. Although this made Voldemort take many more detours, it did make his whereabouts more covert.

——

Life without Voldemort became quite relaxing and comfortable. Harley's scar no longer ached, and she no longer had to have those nightmares all day long. She began to devote herself to the upcoming exams.

The weather in June was very sultry, and the large classroom where they answered questions was extremely hot. It was like a large steamer. Harry was sweating profusely every time he left.

Quills are not allowed for written exams because teachers will issue them anti-cheating quills specifically for exams.

In practical examinations, the requirements for different courses are also different.

Professor Flitwick asked them to tap dance a pineapple across a desk.

Professor McGonagall asked them to turn a mouse into a snuff box. The more beautiful the box, the higher the score.

Professor Snape asked them to prepare a forgetting potion. They were not allowed to turn over books or whisper to each other, otherwise not only exam points but also house points would be deducted. Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor was not allowed to whisper because he forgot to take an exam. The ban was deducted five points by Professor Snape.

"Ah! It's finally over!"

Harley lay stretched out on the grass, feeling the warm sunshine with a happy smile on her face.

Hermione sat with her legs crossed next to her, her tone not as serious as usual, but still a bit old-fashioned:

"Harry, Professor Flitwick secretly told me the score! I can't believe that your Charms class only got 90 points, and I've taught you those wrong questions many times! You shouldn't have done that wrong That’s right!”

"Ahh! Hermione, you can't say it any more!"

Harley got up in distress and muttered: "What does it matter? 90 points is already very high, okay? Others can only get 60 points!"

Hermione said angrily:

"Are you going to compete with them? Cassandra and I both get perfect scores!"

"Know it!"

Harry covered his ears and muttered, "I know you got 112 points in the Charms exam. You've said it so many times that my ears are getting calloused!"

"Uh~!"

Hermione puffed up her face in annoyance and suddenly pulled out her wand.

Harry suddenly showed a horrified expression:

"Hermione, what do you want to do?"

"I want to duel with you!"

"Ah? Ah! No, I was wrong!"

"There's no point admitting your mistake! Harry, take out your wand quickly!"

"Yeah! Cassandra, help me!"

Cassandra stood aside and hid her mouth and snickered, ignoring Harley's plea for help, and watched quietly as she was thrown to the ground by Hermione.

Kassandra knelt down, and in front of her were two golden dragons. They were opening their huge mouths and devouring a roasted whole lamb. Those were Hagrid's two little dragons. Ever since they were rescued by Ash, they had grown bigger and more beautiful day by day.

In just half a month, they have grown to the size of foals, almost as tall as themselves.

Moreover, her sister Abrana was only light golden when she was born, but now her body is covered with dazzling golden dragon scales. The younger sister, Ravshini, was black when she was born, but now she has pale golden dragon scales on her body. The two sisters are like royalty among giant dragons, noble and gorgeous but powerful at the same time.

Kassandra quietly touched Ravshini's dragon horn. The latter raised her dragon head and exhaled white mist from her nostrils. Her green pupils looked at Kassandra quietly, as if asking, 'Can you not be with me? Disturb me while I'm eating'?

"Sorry~"

Cassandra stuck out her tongue, touched her twice more before letting go, and slowly took a few steps back.

Cassandra looked at Ash lying on the grass basking in the sun and asked softly:

"Ash, are they going to be here for the holidays too?"

"Don't worry."

Ash thought she was worried that the dragons would be hungry during the holiday, so he looked away from the fair skin of Harry and Hermione who were not wearing shoes and socks, and comforted:

"Hagrid will take care of them. The school's house elves will not have holidays. Even during the holidays, they can provide them with enough food. I will come back often to see them."

In the wizarding world, distance is never a barrier. The combination of Floo and Apparation ensured that Ash never took more than ten minutes to reach Hogwarts from anywhere.

"That's not what I asked,"

Kassandra blushed a little and her voice became smaller and smaller, "I just think that they will be bored here, right? Without our company, they are alone. Instead of letting them stay here alone, in fact, I can Take them home..."

"ah?"

Ash was stunned for a moment, a little dumbfounded. Do you want to raise a dragon?

Cassandra said hurriedly:

"I will take good care of them, I promise!"

"I have no objection."

Ash smiled and touched the girl's head and said softly:

"But you have to ask your parents first. Only if they agree to let you raise them can you have the chance to take them home, right?"

"I'll write back in a moment!" Cassandra suddenly became energetic and excited.

Harry and Hermione also stopped fighting at this time, their eyes were a little envious. It's a pity that they are all from Muggle families and do not have the conditions to raise a dragon.

Kassandra saw the disappointment and envy of her friends and suggested:

"You can also come to my house to play during the holidays, and I can ask father to pick you up."

"Is that okay?" Harley looked forward to it.

"Hmm~"

Hermione was also a little moved, but she still shook her head and whispered:

"I still won't go. I feel...your father won't welcome me."

Even though she and Cassandra are friends, that doesn't mean Cassandra's family will be friendly to her. She knew how those pure-blood families viewed Muggle wizards like her, and she also knew that Cassandra's parents would not welcome someone like her to their estate.

Cassandra was also a little discouraged, she knew what Hermione said was true. Her parents will be dissatisfied with this. Her mother may not say anything, but her father is an old-fashioned person.

Ash rubbed Hermione's fluffy and thick hair:

"Actually, you can come and stay at my house. My house is quite big. And it's in London. You can even take a taxi here."

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up. This was indeed the best solution.

Although Cassandra's parents did not welcome her, they would not stop Cassandra from going to the Black house. And Blake welcomes them all at the same time. As long as they all live in Ash's house, wouldn't everyone be happy?

Although Hermione's parents may not be able to accept her living in a boy's house for a long time, she can lie and claim that she lives in Cassandra's house!

Well, yes, it’s a white lie!

The three little ones played until evening before leaving the Room of Requirement and going downstairs to attend the year-end banquet in the auditorium.

The Great Hall was decked out in Slytherin's green and silver colors to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup win. A huge banner with a Slytherin snake hanging on the wall behind the guest of honor seat.

As members of Slytherin, Harry and Cassandra are also honored.

The surrounding students were discussing happily. Before they came, they all passed the huge hourglass outside the auditorium that recorded the House Cup score. The four hourglasses representing different houses contained different gems: Gryffindor's hourglass was a ruby, Ravenc's hourglass Law's hourglass is sapphire, Slytherin's hourglass is emerald, and Hufflepuff's hourglass is diamond.

The more gems falling from the hourglass, the higher the college score they represent.

Just from the perspective of gems, except for Hufflepuff, which is obviously far behind, the gap between the other three houses is not too big. But there are still bored students who have secretly calculated the scores of each house and found that Slytherin's scores are still ahead. As expected, they will win eight consecutive championships!

Slytherin students became arrogant because of this, and many students even began to actively provoke Gryffindor. In the face of their provocation, the Gryffindor students were not as tough as usual. They were like frosted eggplants, all of them holding back their anger.

Because they have obviously secretly calculated their own house points. Although it is not low, it is still lower than Slytherin.

Ash arrived late, bringing Bai Zi and Setsuna to the auditorium long after the three little ones arrived. Hermione took the initiative to greet the door of the auditorium, grabbed Bai Zi and Setsuna's hands and pulled them back to the Gryffindor table.

Ash sat between Qiu Zhang and Senior Penello, who had reserved a seat specially for him.

Ding ding ding~!

Dumbledore tapped the glass with his spoon, letting the noise in the auditorium gradually subside.

Dumbledore stood up and said cheerfully:

"Before dinner begins, I must trouble you all to listen to an old man's platitudes."

"What a wonderful year it has been. Your little minds must be richer than before. There is a whole summer vacation waiting for you, so that you can digest those things and free up your brains before the start of the next semester. It’s time to come…”

"Oh, of course!"

"I know what we are all expecting, now let me announce the specific scores of each college:"

"Fourth place, Hufflepuff, 352 points; third place, Gryffindor, 442 points; second place, Ravenclaw, 476 points; third place, Gryffindor, 442 points; second place, Ravenclaw, 476 points; One, Slytherin, four hundred and eighty-two points!"

Although many students had already calculated the scores in private, the moment Dumbledore announced it himself, a thunderous cheer and stamping of feet erupted from the Slytherin table.

Harley and Cassandra cheered and hugged each other, and thunderous applause filled the auditorium.

The applause from other long tables seemed sparse, especially the Gryffindor students who seemed reluctant and frowned.

"Yes, yes, Slytherin did very well."

When their applause subsided, Dumbledore said with a smile: "However, a rumor has been circulating in the school recently, claiming that Quirinus Quirrell, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, was expelled for conspiring to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"Let me clarify here, this is not a rumor."

"With the help of several students, Quirrell's plot was foiled by Professors Snape and McGonagall."

"So I want to honor them here as well."

"For the first item, Miss Hermione Granger, for her calm and logical reasoning in the face of fire, I will award fifty points to Gryffindor House."

Gryffindor's score reached 492 points, leading Slytherin by ten points.

However, before they could cheer, Dumbledore continued:

"The second item is Miss Cassandra Malfoy. When her friends were in danger, she took the initiative to sacrifice herself and won the most exciting game of chess in Hogwarts in many years. I want to award fifty points to Slytherin House! "

"The third item, Miss Harry Potter. Faced with the bewitchment and threats of the dark wizard, she bravely chose to believe in her friends, showing fearless courage and extraordinary courage. I would like to award the Slytherin Five very!"

Slytherin's score reached 582 points, far ahead of Gryffindor, and the cheers that had just erupted from Gryffindor quickly cooled down.

"Item 4, Mr. Ash Black."

Dumbledore paused briefly, then said:

"Fifty points were deducted from Ravenclaw for frequently traveling at night during curfew hours."

"ah?"

The whole auditorium erupted into an uproar. Everyone else was getting fifty points, but why was it that you were deducted fifty points? And together with other people who scored extra points, can these two things be compared?

Some people even suspected that Dumbledore deliberately embarrassed Ash, including the Ravenclaw students.

Senior Penello was afraid that Ash would blame himself, so she comforted her softly:

"It's okay, Ash, we can't win the championship anyway."

"Yeah, going out at night during curfew time is nothing. Gryffindor students often lose points for it."

"With or without points deduction, we are still ranked third, Ash, please don't take it personally."

The girls around him also quickly comforted Ash, fearing that this incident would leave a psychological shadow on him.

In fact, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw have always been very open-minded about the Academy Cup.

Hufflepuff is always at the bottom, so it's more open-minded. It's not their turn anyway, so it's better to be happy.

And Ravenclaw really didn't think it mattered. Ravenclaw, who was mostly female, was not as aggressive as Gryffindor and Slytherin. In the past hundreds of years, the only ones who have really been competing for the House Cup are Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"However!"

Facing the uproar of the students, Dumbledore continued loudly:

"Mr. Ash Black has repeatedly prevented dark wizards from harming unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. I want to award Ravenclaw 100 points!"

"Of course, Gryffindor's Miss Bai Zi and Miss Setsuna also showed extraordinary courage in stopping the dark wizard. They themselves won fifty points for Gryffindor."

Dumbledore changed the subject and continued:

"However, they were also deducted 50 points, 50 points each, for traveling at night during curfew hours."

The Gryffindor students fell to the bottom again before they cheered. Doesn't this plus and one minus mean there is no change at all?

Their eyes looked at Shiroko and Setsuna next to Hermione with extremely complicated expressions.

Even in Gryffindor, these three girls are extremely out of place.

Because they are not harmonious with Gryffindor students, but often stay with Ravenclaw and Slytherin students. In the past year, at least 50 of Gryffindor's house points were awarded by Hermione.

This time, Hermione added fifty points to Gryffindor, which was equal to 1/5 of the points she earned alone.

But even so, she still has no friends.

Even during the extra points, Hermione didn't appear too excited, but was very calm. She was still proud of her performance, but no longer had any positive emotions about the Gryffindor points.

Bai Zi and Setsuna acted even more indifferently. They seemed not to care about Gryffindor's score at all, or even what Dumbledore was talking about. They just cut the grilled steaks on the dinner plate and didn't care about other people's eyes. .

At this moment, many Gryffindor students suddenly felt ashamed. Hermione alone won 100 points for Gryffindor, but most of them only deducted points. What right did they have to think that Hermione was an outlier to Gryffindor?

No matter what the Gryffindor students thought, Dumbledore's speech continued:

"In addition, in the process of fighting against the dark wizard Quirrell, Mr. Ash Black used his outstanding wisdom and proficiency in magic spells to successfully delay Quirrell's stealing of the Philosopher's Stone, allowing Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall to Arriving in time, Ravenclaw will get another 100 points!"

Snape's face was expressionless, so why did he arrive in time? When he arrived, Quirrell was so dead that no one was left alive!

At this time, students from various colleges have begun to think about what 476-50+100+100 equals.

Eventually they successfully concluded that the answer was six hundred and twenty-six points.

It was even 44 points higher than the first place Slytherin!

"Eh?" Penello hadn't reacted yet, it felt like an unreal dream.

Qiu Zhang's rosy little mouth opened into an O shape, and she asked in a low voice with some uncertainty:

"we are the champion?"

Ash spread his hands:

"If it's not going to be further deducted, I think so."

Penello looked at Ash with suspicious eyes:

"What else did you do that should deduct points?"

"There are too many to remember," Ash said frankly.

"Good, looks like I don't have to knock the cup to keep you quiet."

Seeing a moment of silence in the auditorium, Dumbledore made a little joke, "If my calculations are correct, I think the decoration here needs to be slightly changed."

After speaking, Dumbledore clapped his hands.

The green hanging ribbons on the ceiling immediately turned into dark blue, and the Slytherin snake symbolizing ambition disappeared, replaced by a Ravenclaw eagle spreading its wings in the wind!

"Ravenclaw won the House Cup!"

Even after learning that his house had won the House Cup, the Ravenclaw table had yet to erupt in cheers.

On the one hand, because Ravenclaw has the smallest number of people and is mostly female, it is difficult for them to burst out into thunderous cheers like other houses. They prefer to raise their chins reservedly to show their pride.

On the other hand, because Slytherin has won seven consecutive championships, the Ravenclaw students present have never known what it feels like to win the championship.

And if even Ravenclaw himself didn't cheer and applaud, it would be even harder for students from other houses to do it for him. Everyone was silent for a while, only a few people were whispering.

Most of the Ravenclaw students were just looking up at the flags waving in the auditorium. Only Professor Flitwick on the teacher's seat jumped up excitedly, and then knocked on the table due to his lack of height. Hagrid had to help in a hurry. Help him up.

Seeing this scene, the Ravenclaw students finally reacted, and the first-year students took the lead in cheering and throwing their hats high. Thanks to Ravenclaw's good popularity, the other three major colleges are also supporting him.

Hufflepuff felt extremely honored to see his fellow sufferer take off suddenly.

Gryffindor will definitely help out as long as Slytherin doesn't win.

Although Slytherin was a little reluctant, Ravenclaw was not Gryffindor after all, and it was not that difficult for them to accept.

With no classes for several days after the end-of-year banquet, younger students can have fun. Lucius also wrote back the next day, agreeing to Cassandra raising a dragon, which made Cassandra excited for several days.

To make it easier to carry, Ash made her a holding bag.

The space inside is not large, only 10,000 square meters, but it is more than enough to accommodate two juvenile dragons.

On the day they left school, all students received a notice from the Ministry of Magic, warning them that they were prohibited from using magic outside of school during the holidays.

Cassandra refused to let Lucius pick her up from school because she preferred to spend more time with her friends. As for Shirako and Setsuna, they wanted to go home with Ash and play a game of tailing each other.

However, Professor McGonagall strictly prohibited Shiroko and Setsuna from leaving school and forced them to stay in school - because their scores were a little low, around eighty or ninety percent.

Professor McGonagall will keep watching them until they pass the make-up exam.

In this regard, Ash could only say that he was helpless, and there was always no harm in learning more.

In the train carriage on the return journey, Cassandra curled her lips and did not hide her dissatisfaction:

"Our wands all have traces, which allow the Ministry of Magic to detect traces of our use of magic outside of school. I've always felt that this kind of thing is completely unnecessary, because you can just change to a non-trace wand to avoid such detection. .For example, I can borrow daddy and mummy's wands."

Hermione whispered:

"We don't have a second wand to use."

Her parents were both Muggles, and Harry's parents were both dead. Where did the wand come from?

Harley's expression was a little embarrassed, and he whispered:

"Actually, I have a second wand."

Hermione opened her eyes wide and said in disbelief:

"Where did you get it?"

"I have no idea."

Harry did not hide anything and said softly: "This morning, when I woke up, I received a package containing a wand and a letter. The letter said that I can use this wand if necessary, but It must not be discovered by anyone, wizard or Muggle."

Just like the invisibility cloak, she didn't know who gave it to her.

Ash raised an eyebrow and thought on his knees that it must be from Snape.

But since Snape is going to be the unsung hero, Ash doesn't need to expose him.

Ash thought for a moment, then conjured a wand out of thin air and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione suddenly opened her mouth in surprise:

"Ash, where did you get these wands?"

"Do not ask."

Ash made a silent gesture, "You can try to see if it works."

Hermione waved lightly in the carriage with some excitement. This wand was almost as useful as her original one.

Ash asked, "I have two more wands, do you want them?"

Harley stuck out her tongue:

"I already have one."

Cassandra thought for a moment and said reservedly:

"Then I don't need to."

In fact, she wanted it, after all, her parents couldn't always lend her the wand, but she didn't want it even if Harry didn't want it!

An old woman passed by pushing a cart full of snacks and asked kindly:

"Want some snacks?"

"I want it!" Hallixing, who had been quiet all this time, shouted loudly, "I want them all, one for each person!"

"OK, dear."

The old woman looked at Ash with a smile. This was not the first time they took the train. She knew who should pay.

Ash couldn't laugh or cry as he took out a few gold galleons and handed them to the old woman in exchange for a lot of snacks, so much that there was almost no room to put them. Hermione had to take her trunk and put a levitating charm on it to use as a table.

Cassandra suddenly felt that the bag in her arms was hitting her lower abdomen gently. She had to open the bag, put her head and hands into the bag, and gently comforted the two Charmanders, but the effect was not very obvious.

"let me."

Ash said, taking the bag from Cassandra, "Be obedient, or I'll let you go."

His voice was not harsh, but it silenced the little fire dragons instantly, as if releasing them was the most terrible punishment for them.

Ash returned the bag to Cassandra and warned:

"They are still too young, you have to teach them."

Cassandra looked a little confused and asked softly:

"What can I teach them?"

Ash smiled and said:

"Teach them some common sense in life. They are very smart and can learn it as soon as possible."

"For example, you can tell them not to fly out of the manor and avoid being discovered by Muggles."

With the help of the Philosopher's Stone, Ash's research on magic becomes deeper and deeper.

He found that magic has a very obvious effect on promoting development. Although Abrana and Ravshini are only one month old, their IQ is already equivalent to that of a five-year-old child, and they can understand uncomplicated human language.

However, using magic to promote growth is similar to taking hormones, and the process is accompanied by strong side effects.

Direct magic infusion is too rough. If human wizards are forcibly 'developed', it will cause them great pain, and they may even explode to death like Quirrell.

However, the physical fitness of young dragons is not much better than that of adult wizards, but they can withstand such rough treatment. Obviously, it is not a simple physical fitness, but is reflected at the 'genetic' level.

However, limited by the rudimentary human technology a hundred years ago, Ash's involvement in this area was a little primitive.

After a pause, Ash warned:

"Don't let anyone else teach them, especially your father."

"I see!"

It was obvious that he was slandering his father, but Cassandra nodded seriously.

She must not let her father's outdated views poison the next generation!

Ash believed in Cassandra's guarantee, but he didn't believe in Lucius's character. He would definitely find a way to secretly influence the Abrana sisters. But it doesn't matter, Ash has already told Abrana and Ravsyni that they will not obey the orders of anyone except Cassandra in the Malfoy family.

In the evening, the train arrived at King's Cross Station.

They walked out of the platform one by one, Hermione's parents came to greet her, and Harry also met her aunt and uncle smoothly.

Lucius stepped forward, looked at the bag in his daughter's arms, and asked in a low voice:

"Are those two dragons inside?"

"Yeah." Cassandra nodded slightly.

Lucius's eyes immediately flashed with an inexplicable look.