Chapter 01 Let me start by giving you some relief...
"Friends, please take out your brains and let me temporarily keep them for you.
And I wish all friends who read this book explosive handsomeness, explosive beauty, and explosive wealth!!!"
August 29, 1991.
At this time, in England, Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.
"Ah… Master, no… I really can't go on…"
"What do you mean? You're already giving up? This is just the beginning!"
"I… I really can't go on… Please, have mercy on me…"
"Alright, alright, I can't do anything with you."
As he spoke, Lecter Black couldn't help but quicken his hand movements.
"Ah!!!!"
Accompanied by a piercing sound echoing through the greenhouse, a giant python, over two meters wide, directly collapsed onto the ground.
The python's expression of utter despair, identical to his third sister-in-law's, easily brought to mind certain unsavory things.
"I only drew a little bit of your blood; is there a need to look so half-dead?"
After carefully placing the extracted 1000ml of blood, a handsome young man with Black hair and Black eyes stepped forward and lightly nudged the giant python on the ground.
"Yes, yes, it's a *tiny* bit, right!!!"
Although it thought so in its heart.
The giant python didn't dare to say anything more, only slinking away to the side to have an extra meal.
After all, a stable job with free food and lodging wasn't easy to come by.
It was just a small hardship; it could grit its teeth and get through it.
Of course, if there were outsiders present at this moment, they would definitely be startled by this bizarre scene.
Because the seemingly ordinary conversation between the man and the snake.
Was not in human language, but in Parseltongue, which the Wizarding World regarded as a calamity.
"Eat, eat, eat more, and next time I'll draw a little more…"
Giant python: "…"
Watching the giant python burying its head and devouring its food, Lecter picked up the collected blood and walked out of the greenhouse.
He then went straight back to his private bedroom and began to formulate a Potion to increase his magic using the blood.
That's right, this Lecter was a fellow countryman from our Blue Star.
He was the only son of Lu Renjia Black, the third son who did not exist in the House of Black in the original work.
Adhering to the principle that transmigrators either have both parents dead or both parents as kings.
On the very day Leggett was officially born, his adoptive parents both passed away.
As for the reason for Lecter's transmigration… let's just say it was incredibly ridiculous.
To avoid his nephew seeing three terabytes of Teletubbies on his computer, he accidentally bumped his forehead directly on the corner of a table in a moment of panic.
So, my friends, when decorating, never choose a table with sharp corners.
It really hurts when you hit it, and it can really send you to the next world.
However, with strong willpower, Black still managed to press the power switch before he died.
Nephew: "Uncle, these are all leftovers from what I watched."
At this moment, in the bedroom.
"Tsk, failed again."
Looking at the Potion in the cauldron that was constantly emitting an eerie green light, Lecter pouted helplessly.
But just as he was about to pour it away, a pleasant notification sound suddenly rang in his ears.
"Ding, the one-year period has arrived. The host's exchange/draw chances have been refreshed x1."
That's right, as a transmigrator, how could he not have a system!!!
And the system Leggett possessed was called the "Unequal Exchange/Draw System."
As the name suggests.
This system could be used to exchange any item with items from other worlds, or directly acquire them through sheer luck.
The main reason Leggett was able to communicate with the python was because he had drawn a buff called Child of Nature.
People with this buff could not only gain the favor of intelligent creatures in nature but also communicate with them without barriers.
A certain world's male protagonist: "Damn it, why don't animals get close to me anymore!!!"
System Panel as follows:
[Unequal Exchange/Draw System activated: This system can use any item to conduct unequal item exchanges or draws with other planes.
Tip: If items of the same shape or form are used, the probability of obtaining similar items increases.
Current remaining unequal exchange/draw chances: X1
Owner: Lecter Black
Age: 10 years old
Wand: Holly, Dragon Heartstring (a wand of a Blackfamily ancestor)
Buff: Child of Nature (can communicate with all intelligent creatures in nature and easily gain their favor)
Learned magic: Alohomora, Petrificus Totalus, Wingardium Leviosa, Locomotor Mortis, Lumos, etc., and the three deadly techniques of 'Take Your Life Three Thousand'… System warehouse: Brick of Virtue x1, Cheng-ge's Pick-up Artist Manual x1, Audebiao Brand Bicycle x1
PS: One free draw chance is available annually.]
Including the three consecutive draws from the beginner's gift package, the best item Leggett had drawn so far was only the Child of Nature buff.
As for some other items, similar to those shipped discreetly, he used them for secondary exchanges.
But unfortunately, this did not result in any great evil; instead, it brought him a poor little creature that was almost eaten by bugs.
As for who this poor little creature was, I think everyone can guess.
"It's time, then…"
Looking at the prompt on the system panel, Leggettsnapped his fingers unhurriedly.
"Crack! Bang! Pop!!!"
As a burst of light and sound filled the air, a House-elf, entirely green and dressed in a suit, appeared in the room.
"Young Master, what are your commands?"
"Take me to the study on the third floor, and then clean this place up later,"
As he spoke, Lecter turned his head to look at the empty courtyard, "Oh, where did Sakura go?"
After Apparitioning Leggett to the third floor, Kreacherrespectfully asked, "Miss Machiri is preparing lunch in the kitchen. Would you like me to ask her to come to you?"
For the last bloodline of the House of Black, Kreacheralways showed the utmost respect.
Even if the other party had drastically renovated the Black Manor and thrown Walburga Black, the former master who constantly cursed, into the cellar.
The reason Kreacher acted this way was also very simple.
It was because Leggett had promised that after he passed away, his head would be hung on the House-elf head display wall.
Of course, even after dressing Kreacher in new clothes, Leggett still kept him in the position of a servant.
As for why… well, that's because he wasn't a bleeding-heart saint, and he didn't want to become a human traitor reviled by everyone.
His ancestors had spent countless efforts to defeat the House-elf race and sign a contract with them.
If it hadn't been the House-elves who lost back then, but humans.
Then the result would naturally be… "Never mind, let her do her thing."
After arranging an incense burner, a Buddha statue, and a Jesus statue, among other divine figures, from the drawer, Leggett finally waved his hand at Kreacher, "Go clean up the laboratory first.
And don't come in without my permission."
The surname Machiri might be unfamiliar to everyone, but I think everyone should recognize the surname Matou.
And this so-called Miss Machiri was naturally Matou Sakura, whom Leggett had summoned from the Fate world.
Just as Zouken Matou was about to modify her, Leggettused the system to successfully summon her here.
Plus, the system's after-sales service was excellent.
Therefore, Matou Sakura, or rather, the former TohsakaSakura, also acquired an identity in this world.
The last bloodline of the lost ancient pure-blood family, the Matou Family.
"Yes, Young Master, I'll go do that now."
As the words fell, Kreacher flashed out of the room.
"Phew…"
After a quick bath using a cleansing spell, Leggettrespectfully placed three incense sticks in the incense burner, "Amitabha, Hallelujah, Great God Noah, and all you big shots, please give me some face."
After completing this simple series of rituals, Leggettreached for a jar of Slug Vomit Potion on the table. "System, let's exchange this Potion."
The concoction of the magic-enhancing Potion was too difficult.
And the amount of stored magic indirectly determined the strength of a person's combat power.
Therefore, if he could exchange for a Potion that increased his magic power, it would be the best thing for Leggett.
As for any more powerful Potions, even if he exchanged for them, his current physical condition wouldn't be able to absorb them.
He didn't want to absorb a Potion only to die from it; that would truly be a disgrace to the countless transmigrators.
"Ding, unequal exchange/draw initiated. Please wait, Host."
As the jar containing the Slug Vomit Potion disappeared, the large roulette on the system panel began to spin rapidly.
"Congratulations, Host, for successfully exchanging for the congenital level ten spirit-possession level of a certain unlucky child from the Chuunibyou world.
Impurities have been removed for the Host and can be directly absorbed."
"Absorb!!!"
The moment he saw the exchange result, Lecter didn't hesitate and immediately chose to absorb it.
As a warm current flowed through his limbs and bones, an extremely comfortable expression appeared on his face.
Although what he exchanged for wasn't the expected magic-enhancing Potion.
Ultimately, both had the same effect!!!
...Meanwhile.
In the Chuunibyou world, at the spirit-awakening ceremony.
The moment Tang Yier's palm touched the crystal ball, a strange, nauseating, sticky sensation immediately surged from his chest.
The next second.
Under a strong physiological reaction, Tang Yierimmediately knelt on the ground and began to retch.
And with the continuous retching sounds, live slugs began to pop out of his mouth.
At the same time, he discovered in horror that the abundant power he once had was now completely gone.
Even his originally clear meridians now inexplicably felt sticky.
It was as if someone had directly injected something sticky into his meridians.
Looking at the young man kneeling on the ground, retching wildly and continuously producing slugs.
The single noble responsible for the test frowned slightly, then directly put away the crystal ball in front of him, "Little friend, you don't have a trace of spirit power, and your spirit is the most useless kind.
So don't harbor any unrealistic fantasies; just be an ordinary person from now on."
After saying this, the single noble left the awakening site without looking back.
This scene was really too disgusting.
What kind of decent person would swallow so many slugs and keep spitting them out of their mouth!!!
"Ord… ordinary person!!!"
The moment he heard this, Tang Yier froze on the spot.
At the same time, ignoring the slugs that were still continuously gushing out, he murmured in disbelief, "Impossible, how could I be an ordinary person!!!"
"No!!!
This definitely isn't my problem; it must be that single noble's fault!!!
Since you dared to plot against me like this, you have chosen the path of death!!!"
Thinking this.
Tang Yier wanted to look up and meet the single noble's gaze, and make him understand what a genius was.
But when he looked up, he found that.
At this moment, in front of him, let alone the single noble, there wasn't even a single extra hair.
Chapter 02: Scottish round-faced fat chicken is also a chicken...
"Not bad. My total magic has directly increased by two-thirds."
Feeling the magic within him, which was much denser than before, Lecter nodded in satisfaction.
If magic power were divided into ten levels, newly enrolled young Wizards would generally only have level one.
Only a few pure-blood Wizards and a small number of geniuses might reach level two or even three magicpower upon enrollment.
Pure-blood Wizards could access and learn magic earlier because of their elders.
And with such training, their magic power would naturally increase.
However, most pure-blood Wizards nowadays lacked common sense.
Furthermore, many resources are currently scarce, making it impossible to assist young Wizards with their studies.
Therefore, even children from pure-blood Wizard families mostly only possessed level one magic power upon entering Hogwarts.
Under the premise of having all the House of Black's resources, Leggett's magic reserves had already reached level two.
He was only a hair's breadth away from the level three threshold.
With the boost from the power he had just extracted, his magic reserves naturally and smoothly reached the level three threshold.
If this total magic power were converted, it would already be equivalent to the level of some Hogwarts graduates who barely passed.
As for the level of advanced graduates... conservatively estimated, it should be around level five magic power. With a bit more effort and learning more magic, he could probably go head-to-head with an Auror who slacks off.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Along with a knock at the door, a clear, girlish voice followed, "Leggett, it's time for lunch."
"Okay, I'm coming."
As he spoke, Leggett decisively threw all the statues on the table back into the drawer.
I got these things by my own ability, so why should you guys take the credit?
Statues: "I xxxxxxx"
"Sakura, what delicious food have you prepared for lunch?"
After opening his room door, Leggett saw a cute loli with Black hair and Black eyes.
Although her face still looked a bit immature.
She inexplicably exuded the aura of a good wife and loving mother.
"It's chicken, the same as what we had a few days ago."
As she spoke, Matou Sakura reached out and took Leggett's right hand, "Hurry and wash your hands. The food won't taste good if it gets cold."
(From now on, I'll mostly use Matou Sakura, otherwise, you'll say I'm padding the word count.)
Ever since she was summoned to this world by Leggettsix years ago, she had voluntarily taken on the heavy responsibility of caring for him.
Although Kreacher could also handle cooking with magic.
However, for Matou Sakura, only food made by her own hands held more meaning.
"Chicken, huh? The taste seemed pretty good..."
Hearing this, Leggett couldn't help but recall the chicken he had eaten a few days ago.
He didn't know if it was psychological or for some other reason, but the chicken always tasted much better than ordinary chicken... Half an hour later.
What could be more terrifying than a homeroom teacher suddenly appearing in the back row of the classroom, a police raid while soaking your feet, or finding no seasoning packet when eating instant noodles?
It's realizing that the ingredients for the so-called chicken soup on your dining table were actually a Scottish Round-Faced Chicken that delivers mail.
And the most, most, most important point!!!
The original owner of this Scottish Round-Faced Chickenwas currently standing in front of him with a gloomy expression.
"Mr. Black, please be considerate of these little ones' difficulties."
Looking at the 'chicken soup' on the dining table, which was still steaming, Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose, feeling a bit weary, "With all due respect, this is already the third owl that has gone missing."
If Leggett's identity weren't a bit special, she wouldn't have come in person.
And if she hadn't come in person, she wouldn't have seen such a... stimulating scene.
From the time she started remembering things until now, she had never seen anyone boil a mail-delivering owl.
"..."
Looking at Professor McGonagall's face, which was a mix of emotions, Leggett subconsciously put the chicken on his chopsticks into his mouth.
I have to say, the meat of the Scottish Round-Faced Chicken is excellent!!!
Professor McGonagall: "..."
Watching Leggett's blatant act of eating, for some reason, she felt... what was it called.
"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, it's all my fault."
Looking at Professor McGonagall's inexplicable expression, Matou Sakura proactively offered her a cup of tea, "These little ones crashed into the defensive array and were scorched.
To avoid wasting precious ingredients, I made them into a dish."
After all these years in this world, she had a basic understanding of things here.
Professor McGonagall, full name Minerva McGonagall.
She is the Deputy Principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, concurrently Dean of Gryffindor, and Professor of Transfiguration.
She is also one of the seven officially registered Animagi in the entire Wizarding world in the 20th century.
However, what currently most curious Matou Sakura was how much the Professor earned with so many positions at the school.
According to the annual investment analysis of pure-blood families in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this seemed to be a considerable sum.
Professor McGonagall: "Dumbledore, you old scoundrel, give me back my hard-earned money!!!"
"Professor McGonagall, please sit down and rest for a bit."
After tossing the chicken leg bone in his hand aside, Leggett slowly approached her.
"Never mind, I won't sit."
Looking at the clean chicken leg bone on the table, Professor McGonagall resisted the urge to deduct points from Leggett, "Mr. Black, Miss Machiri, I believe you have already received the school's acceptance letters.
Remember to take the Hogwarts Express to the school on September 1st.
Before that, you still need to..."
Since the two were the last bloodline of the House of Black and the Matou Family.
Therefore, Professor McGonagall also guided their enrollment as if they were children from Muggle families.
"Professor McGonagall, do you still have the list with you?"
Only after Professor McGonagall finished speaking did Matou Sakura ask with a slight apology, "The letter you mentioned should have been completely burned when it hit the defensive array."
After all, even the Scottish Round-Faced Chicken was completely de-feathered; how could a thin envelope still exist?
"Take this list; just buy what's needed according to it."
As she spoke, Professor McGonagall took a list from her sleeve.
Then, she subconsciously glanced around the Black Manor.
When she followed the owl's trail here, she also witnessed the so-called defensive array.
Based on her many years of experience, she could tell at a glance that this array was not simple.
It must be something passed down from the Matou Family.
If it could be transferred to Hogwarts, it would greatly enhance the school's defensive capabilities.
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall. Would you like a bowl of chicken soup?"
"..."
Looking at Leggett, who was about to serve her 'chicken soup,' Professor McGonagall shook her head expressionlessly, "No, thank you. Remember to report to school on September 1st."
After saying this, she turned and left the living room directly.
Although the chicken soup in front of her smelled really good.
But thinking that it was her own working bird, she still... kind of wanted to eat it, what to do.
Looking at Professor McGonagall's departing back, Matou Sakura couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, "Leggett, you're so naughty..."
"Well, I just wanted to share the deliciousness with the Professor."
After shrugging his shoulders with a hint of helplessness, Leggett sat back down in his chair.
They were both foxes who had lived for a thousand years; he naturally knew what Professor McGonagall was thinking.
The Jewel Magic inheritance Matou Sakura was currently using was something he had exchanged for with one of his extraction opportunities.
Even if Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore wanted it, they would have to offer corresponding bargaining chips in exchange.
"Yes, yes, everything you say is right."
After refilling Leggett's bowl with a hot serving of chicken soup, Matou Sakura obediently sat back in her seat.
No matter what Leggett wanted to do, she would always support him steadfastly.
Even if Leggett wanted to overturn this world, Matou Sakura would unconditionally carry it out with him.
And as the two were eating.
Another Scottish Round-Faced Chicken was flying rapidly towards the Black Manor.
Chapter 03 With the truth in hand, the world is mine!!!
Half an hour later.
"Young Master, you have a letter."
Kreacher respectfully handed a letter to Leggett, who was feeding the giant pythons with Matou Sakura.
The wax seal on the letter was made up of a shield emblem, three spears, two Dragons, and a viper.
Anyone with an eye could tell at a glance that the sender of this letter was from the famous House of Malfoy in the Wizarding World.
As for why they were called 'famous'... besides the title of 'pure-blood family', being a 'fair-weather friend' was also one of their very well-known characteristics.
"It should be about the start of school."
After taking the envelope from Kreacher, Leggettimmediately opened it.
"To my dear nephew,
I imagine you have already received your Hogwartsacceptance letter. Draco is the same as you... This afternoon we will be going to Diagon Alley to buy the necessary things. If you wish, we can go together.
Your loving Aunt,
Narcissa Malfoy."
Narcissa Malfoy's original name should have been Narcissa Black.
However, after marrying Lucius Malfoy, she changed her surname to his family's surname.
And according to blood relations, Leggett should call her Aunt.
"Just as I thought, but this isn't bad either."
After casually placing the letter aside, Leggett turned to Kreacher and said, "Send a reply to Malfoy Manor, tell them we will use the Floo Network to get there in half an hour."
For convenience and safety when traveling.
Long ago, Leggett had specially arranged for someone to set up a connecting Floo Network between the Black Manor and Malfoy Manor.
However, to deal with some sudden situations later, this Floo Network connection was one-way.
In addition, Matou Sakura had set up many magicformations at the Floo Network exit.
So, if some unlucky soul wanted to use this to invade the Black Manor...
Then congratulations, he would receive a free bowl of Meng Po's Soup.
"Yes, Young Master, I will go now."
"Leggett, do we need to bring anything with us?"
It wasn't until Kreacher left the greenhouse that Matou Sakura began to ask about the details.
There were currently two days left until the official start of school.
If Leggett wanted to stay at Malfoy Manor for a few days after buying things.
Then she would need to bring more things that might be needed later before they departed.
"Bring everything we need. We'll stay at their place for a few days after we're done shopping."
Meeting Matou Sakura's serious expression, Leggettreached out and wiped away the tomato juice on her face, "And relax a little, we're not going to fight some great demon king."
This child was good in every way, except that Zouken Matou had made her feel a bit insecure.
But there was nothing that could be done about it.
After all, let alone a child of a few years old, even an adult would be numb after experiencing such a scene.
"Okay, then I'll go prepare some things first."
After gently rubbing Leggett's palm, Matou Sakuraturned and walked out of the greenhouse.
Besides some basic daily necessities, she also needed to prepare a large number of gems and small toys that glowed with blue fire.
When in doubt, truth solves it.
For Matou Sakura, who once lived in the world of normal people, sometimes truth was even more effective.
"This girl."
Watching Matou Sakura's quickly departing back, Leggettturned to Kreacher beside him and said, "Put everything from Warehouse One into the ring; I'll take it all with me later."
As the collapse of the Soviet Union drew nearer, Leggetthad, directly or indirectly, acquired many good things through various means.
At least in terms of money.
If those things were exchanged for an equivalent value of gold, he would become the wealthiest person in the entire Wizarding World.
As for what was in Warehouse One... naturally, it was all sorts of small toys that glowed with blue fire.
After all, it was far too dangerous to be out and about these days.
Therefore, to avoid danger, bringing some things for self-defense was also very reasonable, right?
And regarding the space ring... the House of Black was, after all, an ancient Magic family with a rich collection of materials.
With this prerequisite, it wasn't difficult to engrave a storage ring with Matou Sakura's gem Magic.
"Yes, Master, Kreacher will go immediately."
With a series of crackling sounds, Kreacher's figure disappeared from the spot.
"Hogwarts, it truly is something to look forward to..."
After throwing the half-eaten magical pig in his hand to the flame crab, Leggett turned his head to look at the distant East.
Hogwarts was where many people's dreams began.
But for him, it had another meaning.
The moment Professor McGonagall appeared, a new message notification also appeared on the system panel.
Current remaining unequal exchange/draw chances: X0
(Draw chances can be obtained by completing corresponding tasks.
Task refresh scope: Hogwarts-related areas.)
As long as he could complete these so-called tasks, he would then have more opportunities to exchange.
Although he had no ambition to be a king or overlord.
Yet in this world, only by mastering true power could one have a say.
Therefore, whether for himself or Matou Sakura, he had to find a way to become stronger.
As for Lord Voldemort... anyway, under truth, all beings are equal, so he wasn't too worried.
After all, even if things developed naturally, he would eventually be completely defeated by a bunch of little brats... Half an hour later.
Outside Wiltshire, England, inside Malfoy Manor.
"Leggett, Sakura, come here and let Aunt give you a hug."
Watching Leggett and Matou Sakura emerge from the fireplace one after another, Narcissa, slightly excited, stepped forward and hugged them both.
Leggett Black was the last bloodline of the House of Black, and Matou Sakura was the heir of the ancient Matou Family.
As for a certain individual still in prison, Narcissa wasn't too keen on mentioning him for now.
Both Leggett and Matou Sakura were descendants of ancient Wizarding families, and their union would surely produce even more outstanding offspring.
It was precisely for this reason that Narcissa always treated Matou Sakura with the attitude of a niece-in-law.
"Aunt, this is a gift from Leggett and me."
After leaving Narcissa's embrace, Matou Sakura took out a box from her ring.
"You two really, always bringing things every time you visit."
Although she said this, Narcissa's hands were not slow.
After taking the box from Matou Sakura, she helplessly complained to Draco, who was standing nearby, "If only Draco were like you two, this child is always misbehaving."
What was inside the box didn't matter; what mattered was the children's thoughtfulness.
Although her current surname was Malfoy, not Black.
But the sense of belonging derived from blood and family made Narcissa treat Leggett as her own child.
And Matou Sakura, who had a close relationship with Leggett, naturally became her daughter-in-law.
And what adult wouldn't be happy to receive gifts from their son and daughter-in-law?
"..."
Facing his mother's merciless teasing, Draco could only helplessly shrink his neck.
He also wanted to retort, he also wanted to say that he could do it too.
But upon meeting Matou Sakura's smiling expression, Draco felt that being teased a couple of times was no big deal.
At least it was better than being targeted by the demoness; letting his mother say a few words wouldn't make him lose any flesh!!!
Chapter 4 Draco: I always feel like someone wants to harm me...
About ten minutes later.
Malfoy Manor, inside the courtyard.
"Leggett, have you decided which House you want to go to?"
After getting out of the young girl's sight, Draco returned to his usual energetic self.
Although his mother's meticulous care for Leggett had made him dislike Leggett for a while.
And it was precisely because of his subsequent various self-destructive actions that Matou Sakura set her sights on him.
After all, for Matou Sakura, anyone who targeted Leggettwas her greatest enemy in this life.
If it weren't for Narcissa, she wouldn't have used her fists, but her little toys.
But in the end.
Draco was just a child.
Under the temptation of flying brooms and certain gadgets, he quickly abandoned this useless targeting.
"Even if I decide, it doesn't mean I'll get in. There's no point in worrying too much."
As he spoke, Leggett took a flying broom from his ring and tossed it over, "The gift I promised you earlier, the latest product from Cleansweep, the Two Thousand series."
What's the fastest way to coax a child? It's definitely to give them something they like.
And what Draco liked was undoubtedly flying brooms and a certain scar-headed boy who hadn't appeared yet.
"Holy cow, you really brought it for me!!!"
After frantically catching the Cleansweep Two Thousand that Leggett threw over, Draco's eyes immediately burst forth with dazzling light.
At this moment, he was like a man who had been thirsty for over a decade, suddenly seeing a stunning beauty with a hot figure.
As the saying goes, the more one lacks something, the more one desires to obtain it.
Under the dual supervision of Narcissa and Lucius, Dracohad never truly flown once.
Even the flying brooms they had at home were just toys to amuse children.
After all, as the sole heir of the House of Malfoy.
If anything were to happen to Draco, the House of Malfoymight well end with this generation.
Therefore, for Narcissa and Lucius, Draco's safety was absolutely paramount.
And besides family inheritance, paternal and maternal love also played a very important role.
After all, which parents in the world wouldn't love their children?
"Alright, stop acting like a pervert."
Looking at Draco's eager expression, Leggett pointed at Narcissa not far away, "If you want to fly, you have to ask Aunt first. You can only fly if she agrees."
You can promise a child a phone to play games, but the phone doesn't necessarily have to have games on it.
Anyway, he brought the item as promised, whether Dracocould use it depended on his own ability.
"Relax, relax, with you here, Mom will definitely agree."
As he spoke, Draco stepped forward and gave Leggett a big bear hug, "We'll fly together then, my flying skills are…"
But before Draco could finish his remaining words, a strange chill suddenly enveloped his heart.
After subconsciously turning his head to look back, he was met with a smiling, pretty face.
"Uh… that… "
Seeing Matou Sakura slowly walking towards him, Dracoquickly picked up the flying broom from the ground and ran quickly towards the mansion, "I'll put the broom back in my room first, Leggett, you play by yourself for a bit."
Every time that demoness made that expression, he was sure to suffer.
And to avoid the various dirty tricks that might follow, Draco could only resort to his last big move.
Which was to sacrifice Leggett.
As long as Leggett kept an eye on Matou Sakura, she wouldn't cause too much trouble.
"This guy…"
Watching Draco's Bolt-like running speed, Leggettcouldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.
It seemed Matou Sakura's previous 'little tricks' had already made him her nightmare.
But if you think about it carefully.
If you woke up every morning with a Dementor on your head.
Anyone not brain-damaged would be scared to pee their pants.
Even if that so-called Dementor was just a simple projection.
"Leggett, Aunt said we should get ready to leave."
After slowly coming to Leggett's side, Matou Sakuraturned her head to look at Draco, who was running away.
You know, this was a very famous British (Corrupt Country, a playful term for the UK).
So, for the physical and mental health of her little boyfriend, she still needed to keep a close eye on dangerous guys.
Draco: "She's slandering me, she's slandering me!!!!"
"Yes, I know."
After gently ruffling Matou Sakura's hair, Leggett half-jokingly teased, "How about changing the projection content to Uncle Lucius tonight?"
Every pair of parents plays a different role in the home.
If Narcissa was the loving mother, then Lucius played the role of the strict father.
Therefore, when facing his father, Draco would always have a strange desire to perform.
And once he did something wrong and was reprimanded, our little Draco might just cry.
As for the so-called pure-blood ideology… a saying has always circulated within the House of Malfoy: interests above all else.
Lucius's previous support for pure-blood ideology was merely because it could bring huge benefits.
The day adhering to pure-blood could no longer bring benefits, he would abandon it without any pressure.
Just like the ancestors of the House of Malfoy, who abandoned everything in human society and disappeared into the magic world.
"Alright."
While enjoying Leggett's head-pat, a meaningful smile also appeared on Matou Sakura's face.
Since he said so, how could she not go and make it happen?
Draco: "I don't know why, but I always have the illusion of being watched…"
…Half an hour later, at the entrance of Diagon Alley.
Because it was now close to the start of the school year.
So, compared to the somewhat deserted environment on weekdays, the crowd in Diagon Alley today was significantly larger.
The main hotspots included Flourish and Blotts, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, and so on.
After all, new books needed to be bought every year, and young Wizards who were growing up every year also needed new robes.
After such a comparison, Ollivander's Wand Shop became the most spacious place.
And if one had to find a phrase to summarize this shop.
It would probably be: Professional wand-making, you deserve to own it.
Combining all the above reasons, everyone immediately unanimously decided to buy wands first.
"Leggett Black, you are as handsome as your father, Luren Jia Black."
Just as Leggett was observing the shop's environment.
Mr. Ollivander, who had already finished choosing wands for Draco and Matou Sakura, slowly came before him.
"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Ollivander."
Looking at the old man who was inexplicably filled with a certain decaying aura, Leggett pointed to a box not far away, "By the way, Mr. Ollivander, could I trouble you to let me try that wand?"
Chapter 5: Who is more powerful, Gandalf or Dumbledore?
"Hm?!?!?"
Hearing this, Ollivander's hand, holding the tape measure, froze in mid-air.
After he reacted and stood up, he immediately explained, "Mr. Black, I think it's better if you get measured.
That way, with accurate figures, I can give you better advice.
After all, a wand is a companion that will stay with you for a lifetime."
Watching Ollivander raise the tape measure again, Leggett said firmly, "Just take that one. I trust my intuition won't be wrong."
Although he really wanted to complain.
Wouldn't a wand chosen based on childhood body data be too short to use when he became an adult?
Originally, Leggett hadn't planned to choose it himself.
However, ever since he entered Ollivander's wand shop, he had felt the wand in that box extending an invitation.
No, to be precise, the wands in every box were extending an invitation.
The only difference was probably that the wand in the box Leggett pointed to was emanating an invitation far stronger than any other wand in the shop.
"This..."
Seeing that Leggett had no intention of listening to his advice, Ollivander subconsciously turned his head to look at Lucius beside him.
Although the other party was from the House of Malfoy.
But the few of them had entered together.
Moreover, it was not difficult to see from Leggett's reaction that he had a good impression of the people from the House of Malfoy.
"Just listen to Leggett."
After noticing Ollivander's gaze, Lucius merely nodded expressionlessly, "Don't worry, I won't shortchange you."
Leggett had once mentioned it to Lucius when he was involved in business on the Russian side.
At first, a certain someone was still advocating pure-blood supremacy, refusing to do business with Muggles even if it killed him.
But after seeing the golden Galleons continuously flowing in, Lucius could only exclaim, "It truly smells good!"
At the same time, this experience of going out to make money also allowed him to witness the development of the ordinary world.
One can only say that once one's horizons are broadened, people will no longer be limited to the small gains in front of them.
After seeing the business opportunities in the ordinary world, Lucius was no longer as keen on upholding the slogan of pure-blood supremacy.
After all, the philosophy of the House of Malfoy had always been profit first.
Only those who could genuinely bring tangible benefits to the family were the ones they would consistently follow and praise.
And the so-called pure-blood supremacy was merely an antiquated reason from the previous era.
"Alas, very well..."
Seeing this, Ollivander said nothing more, turned around, and handed the wand to Lecter, "Mr. Black, please try it first. If it's not suitable, I'll recommend some others."
Although he was very displeased that his professionalism was being questioned.
But who could he blame? The customer was always right.
And customers were Galleons, and Galleons were everything.
To make money, he would endure it!!!
It should be known that both Malfoy and Black were big clients who regularly brought their wands in for maintenance.
Therefore, making a small concession for them was not out of the question.
"Wingardium Leviosa."
After receiving the wand from Ollivander, Lecterimmediately cast a simple Levitation Charm on a small box nearby.
At the same time, a line of text appeared in his mind.
"Ding.
Congratulations to the Host for completing the task 'My fate is in my hands, not heaven's; I choose my own wand'.
Reward: Draw/Exchange Chance x1"
"'Not bad, didn't waste my careful sensing for so long.'"
Looking at the text on the system panel, Lecter's face also showed a satisfied smile.
That's right.
Besides the special connection he felt with the wand, the appearance of the system task was also a major reason why he wanted to choose it himself.
After all, he could get a draw chance just by choosing a wand.
No matter how he looked at it, this was a huge profit for him.
"Finally, finally sold..."
And watching Lecter perfectly cast spells with the wand in his hand, Ollivander's face couldn't help but show a burst of ecstasy.
After muttering to himself for a while, he then turned to Lucius and said, "Mr. Malfoy, it seems you'll have to pay extra this time."
Lucius:?????
...A few minutes later.
"Leggett, did that old man trick us?"
Looking at the wand on Leggett's back, Draco, while eating his ice cream, couldn't help but complain, "Three hundred Galleons! Why doesn't that old man just rob people?
And where does this look like a wand? It's clearly just an oversized, thickened stick.
You can't possibly just carry this and go into hand-to-hand combat when you duel someone, can you?"
"No, Draco, you don't understand."
After taking off the wand from his back, Leggettsubconsciously twirled it like a staff, "Not every Wizardhas the chance to become Gandalf.
And once there's a chance to become Gandalf, every Wizard will do whatever it takes."
Compared to wands on the market, this wand was generally off-white.
And the materials used for its creation were also different from ordinary wood.
Its shaft came from the hardest bone of a Thunderbird, and its core was the heartstring of a dragon.
As for the maker, it was an ancestor of the Ollivanderfamily.
This wand pursued something very pure: extreme power.
In other words, this wand was born for battle.
Furthermore, its total length was 23 inches, which translates to about 58cm.
It's no exaggeration to say that this thing could completely be used as a close-quarters weapon.
As for why Leggett chose this wand, or rather, why this wand chose him...
It was all thanks to the Child of Nature buff, which made the magical creatures that made the wand feel a sense of kinship.
Otherwise, by normal logic, this wand would never have accepted being used by a human.
"Gandalf? Who's that?"
Looking at Leggett's excited expression, Draco couldn't help but ask curiously, "If Dumbledore and Gandalffought, who would be more powerful?"
He knew more or less what kind of person his cousin was.
And someone he revered so much certainly wasn't an ordinary person.
"Strong? Gandalf is definitely stronger. He is a being who has mastered both magic and martial arts."
Seeing the naive little Draco so curious, Leggettimmediately started his 'bluffing' mode, "So, Draco.
If you want to become a great Wizard, you absolutely cannot neglect your physical fitness, understand?"
He remembered that in his previous life, many fujoshis had'shipped' Draco and Harry Potter.
At that time, a burly, muscular Draco, paired with a delicate and pitiful Harley... "Leggett, I think exercise isn't as good as being born with it."
And just as Leggett was still enthusiastically trying to turn Draco into a muscle-bound fiend.
The other party suddenly tugged at his sleeve and pointed to a spot not far from the alley's entrance, "Look at that guy's physique; he's practically a small Troll."
"'Hagrid, huh...'"
After looking in the direction Draco pointed, Leggettimmediately recognized who the other person was talking about.
Besides the distinctive beard, the most important thing was the little boy accompanying him.
Although he hadn't read the original novel very carefully in his previous life.
He still remembered some general plot developments.
And this included the scene when the poor Savior and Hagrid first came to Diagon Alley.
"Leggett, look at the boy next to that big guy."
Just as Leggett was wondering if he could trigger a new quest, Draco beside him began to analyze with a gossipy expression, "I think that boy must be extraordinary, or rather, he definitely has an unknown story about him."
Chapter 06 Leggett, which college do you want to go to?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, is this what they call fated destiny?"
Watching Draco's overly excited expression, Leggettteased playfully, "Do your aunt and uncle know about your sudden interest in boys?"
"What are you talking about? I clearly…"
It was only halfway through his sentence that Dracorealized something was amiss. "Leggett, I didn't mean that at all!
I was just… just curious, don't slander me!"
However, despite his words,
Draco's cheeks were inexplicably flushed.
He didn't know if it was from anger or some other muddled reason.
"Sure enough, this guy is very dangerous."
Seeing Draco's clearly flustered reaction, Matou Sakura's vigilance intensified.
"Yes, yes, yes, I spoke nonsense, okay?"
Facing Draco, who was on the verge of exploding, Leggett stopped teasing him. "Let's go, it's about time we headed back."
Now that they had bought everything they needed, it was time to return home.
Draco: "Leggett, you clearly don't believe me!"
"How could I? How could I not believe you?"
After smiling and nodding at Harry and Hagrid, who were looking their way, Leggett took Matou Sakura's small hand and walked towards the carriage not far away.
"Ah, ah, ah, Leggett, don't overthink it!"
Meeting Harry and Hagrid's slightly curious gazes, Dracohurriedly chased after Leggett and Matou Sakura, his face red.
He, Draco Malfoy, with his lifelong reputation, absolutely could not let such a thing tarnish his name.
And as the group playfully left, Harry Potter, not far away, showed an expression of envy.
Having lived in an environment where he was abused by his aunt and uncle since childhood, he had never had friends as close as them.
"Harry, let's go in quickly."
"Mhm, I'm coming."
After taking his eyes off the group, Harry smiled and walked into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions with Hagrid.
Even though he had never experienced such friendship before, he firmly believed he would in the future… 8 PM, in a guest room at Malfoy Manor.
"Diffindo."
As a beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand, the large stone on the table instantly shattered into several pieces.
"How is it? Are you getting used to this wand?"
Watching Matou Sakura, who had finished casting the spell, Leggett tossed the towel he used to dry his hair aside.
Although magic could indeed do many things.
For example, a small spell could complete one's ablutions.
But compared to the convenience brought by magic, Leggett preferred to enjoy the process of bathing.
"It's not bad, it suits me better than the previous one."
After gently waving the wand in her hand, Matou Sakuratook out a towel and began to dry Leggett's hair.
Compared to the feel of trying out a new wand, she preferred to dry Leggett's hair.
"It's good that you're adapting. The materials used to make the wand are indeed quite suitable for you."
Leggett did not refuse Matou Sakura's action; instead, he narrowed his eyes and began to enjoy it.
The girl's wand was made of yew wood and Thestral tail hair, about 13 inches long, representing immortality and darkness. (Approximately 33cm)
Thestral.
This is a creature that can only be seen after witnessing death firsthand.
Yew wood, on the other hand, is considered the "tree of immortality."
After the old outer layers of this tree die, new growth continues from its center.
At the same time, yew wood also symbolizes the transmigration of souls.
The combination of these two elements seems to align with Matou Sakura's current situation.
"Oh, Leggett, have you decided which House you want to go to?"
After a noncommittal smile,
Matou Sakura continued to dry Leggett's hair while asking the question in her heart.
As is well known, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has four Houses, and each House represents different characteristics.
Gryffindor inherits the courage, vitality, and chivalry of its founder, Gryffindor.
Ravenclaw is characterized by quick wit, cleverness, and erudition.
Hufflepuff House values justice, loyalty, honesty, fearlessness in hardship, and humility.
As for the remaining Slytherin House, it values loyalty to friends, pride, and elegance.
However, after the influence of a certain noseless monster, the internal dynamics of Slytherin House had slowly become rather skewed.
In simple terms, the four Houses can be described as Warriors, Scholars, Hermits, and Nobles, respectively.
Analyzing Leggett's usual habits, the House he would favor would probably be Hufflepuff.
But if one were to go by bloodline, Leggett should be sorted into Slytherin.
"Me, you ask…"
Meeting Matou Sakura's unusually curious gaze, Leggettshrugged and said, "Slytherin, I suppose. One has to secure their future, doesn't one?"
If one were to discuss which of the four Houses held the most influence in the Wizarding World, it would undoubtedly be Slytherin.
After all, the young Wizards who could attend this House almost invariably came from families with prominent names in the Wizarding World.
And these children, with the exception of second sons,
Unless something unforeseen happened, would all be the heirs of their respective families.
Although Leggett had no ambition to dominate the Wizarding World, some necessary things still needed to be prepared.
Connections, wealth, power.
Only when a person truly possessed these things could they be considered truly free.
Otherwise, no one knew if they might suddenly become a useless pawn one day.
Furthermore, as the House with the most interaction with Gryffindor, joining Slytherin should also increase the conditions for triggering quests.
This would also increase the opportunities to enhance his strength.
Therefore, for these various reasons, Leggett believed that joining Slytherin offered the most advantages.
Although the House he truly wanted to join was Hufflepuff.
After all, as the sacred land of prudence in the Harry Potter world, Hufflepuff was quite appealing to Leggett, the schemer.
But to develop his forces and connections, Slytherin was undoubtedly the optimal choice.
"Slytherin, huh…"
After hearing Leggett's answer, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Matou Sakura's lips.
After understanding Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and its constituent parts,
Matou Sakura was quite confident that she could enter any of the three Houses other than Gryffindor.
After all, she possessed some of the traits, or rather, personalities, required by these three Houses.
Furthermore, some historical books of the House of Blackhad also mentioned, more or less, some information about the Sorting.
It was just an old hat.
If it dared to obstruct her in following Leggett's footsteps, she wouldn't mind letting it experience the power of the Fiendfyre Curse.
"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock…"
Just as Matou Sakura was about to say something, a crisp knocking sound echoed.
Immediately after, Draco's voice rang out from the doorway, "Leggett, are you asleep? If not, come play a few rounds of Wizard's Chess."
Having finally gained the right to stay up late, he didn't want to go to bed so early.
Moreover, with school at Hogwarts just around the corner, Draco inevitably felt a little empty inside.
And at such a time, finding someone to play with and relax was undoubtedly the best choice.
"This guy with ulterior motives…"
Listening to the voice from the doorway, a hint of displeasure quickly flashed in Matou Sakura's eyes.
But the next second,
This hint of displeasure was quickly hidden, and her usual calm expression returned.
"I'll get the door."
After placing the towel in her hand aside, Matou Sakuraturned and walked towards the door.
However, before she could take two steps, the girl stumbled forward, losing her balance as her left foot tripped over her right.
Chapter 07 A little trick....
"Careful."
"Bang… Crash…"
Although Leggett reacted instantly and got up to pull Matou Sakura's arm, due to inertia, both of them still fell to the ground.
"Are you alright, Sakura?"
Looking at Matou Sakura, whom he was protecting in his arms, Leggett gently patted her back.
"I'm… I'm fine."
After shaking her head lightly, Matou Sakura propped up her upper body with her arms.
"Hey, Leggett, you…"
Draco, outside the door, heard such a loud commotion and thought something had happened.
So, amidst a series of shouts, the door was opened from the outside.
But upon seeing the somewhat explosive scene in the room, the shy little dragon's face gradually turned crimson.
"What happened? Leggett, he…"
Just as everyone was frozen in place, Narcissa, hearing the commotion, also rushed over from her room.
"Draco, it's time for you to go to bed."
Once she fully understood the situation, Narcissa, with a forced smile, pulled Draco and turned to leave the room.
Before finally closing the door, she turned back and reminded Leggett and Matou Sakura: "You two should also get some rest early; you have to wake up early tomorrow."
The thought of possibly becoming a great-aunt soon made Narcissa's lips curl into a subtle arc.
"I can't let Draco disturb Leggett and them."
After suppressing the joy in her heart, Narcissa turned to Draco, who was still in a daze, and said, "Draco, your mother thinks you still need to consolidate your knowledge before you leave for school."
Draco: "?!?!"
At the same time, inside the room.
"Alright, hurry up and get down."
Looking at the re-closed room door, Leggett rubbed Matou Sakura's little head with a hint of helplessness.
Actually, it wasn't surprising that Draco and his mother were overthinking things.
To ensure the girl wasn't hurt, their current posture was indeed a bit awkward.
But at the same time, he also realized something.
That Matou Sakura's so-called fall didn't seem as simple as it appeared on the surface.
After all, what good person would fall and feel nothing in their back?
Although Matou Sakura's object of jealousy seemed a bit strange, Leggett didn't feel any aversion to this feeling of being cared for and cherished.
The biggest advantage of a yandere is that she will only love you wholeheartedly for her entire life.
As long as you don't betray or deceive a yandere, you can enjoy a tenderness that all men would envy.
"Hehe, I'll get up now."
Meeting Leggett's somewhat doting and helpless eyes, Matou Sakura's face also broke into a big smile.
That's right.
The so-called fall just now was her deliberate act.
With the cushioning spell secretly cast by the little jewel, she wasn't worried that Leggett would be harmed by it.
And out of an inexplicable trust in Leggett, Matou Sakurawas 100% sure that he would come to protect her.
As for why she put on this act… naturally, it was to make Draco, this hidden enemy, retreat in the face of difficulty.
Leggett belonged to her, Matou Sakura, and no one could take him from her.
"Alright, it's about time for you to go back and rest."
Propping himself up from the floor, Leggett patted his trousers and said softly, "You have to take a train for a whole day tomorrow, so not getting enough rest won't do."
Riding the famous Hogwarts Express to the academy takes a full day.
And anyone who has ridden a green-skinned train knows that spending a whole day on it is truly exhausting.
"Leggett…"
As she spoke, Matou Sakura tugged at his clothes pitifully, "I… I'm afraid of the dark. The room Auntie prepared doesn't have a magic lamp.
So, tonight, can I…"
"This girl couldn't even find a better excuse…"
Looking at Matou Sakura's pitiful expression, Leggettsighed with a hint of helplessness, "Alright, just for tonight, okay?"
When one truly cares about someone, no matter how bad the other person's excuse is, people will subconsciously choose to believe it.
After all, as the owner, he knew how oppressive the Chamber of Secrets in the Black Manor, which contained Dark Arts books, could be.
"Leggett, you're the best!!!!"
After giving the young man in front of her a bear hug, Matou Sakura scurried towards the bed.
"Forget it, forget it. As long as this girl is happy."
Looking at Matou Sakura's somewhat joyful back, Leggettchuckled and shook his head before slowly walking towards the bed.
People always feel happy when they are needed by those they care about, don't they?
Therefore, no matter what the reason is, the most important thing is for both people to be happy… in the future.
The night passed without incident.
At nine-fifteen in the morning, in the Thestral carriage of Malfoy Manor.
Looking at Matou Sakura, who was quietly sleeping on his shoulder, Lecter slightly adjusted the height of his shoulder before continuing to read the book in his hand.
Although they had gone to bed quite early last night, Matou Sakura still secretly stayed up late, which caused her to feel sleepy during the day.
Of course, if one were to ignore the beautiful curve that inadvertently appeared at the corner of someone's mouth, perhaps this sleepiness would become more convincing.
Compared to the peaceful pair, Draco, sitting next to them, had an emo expression on his face.
After leaving Leggett and Matou Sakura's room last night, he was caught by Narcissa and tutored all night on "Three Years of Potions, Five Years of Madness."
One must know that these were advanced courses.
If Snape wasn't his godfather, he wouldn't have been able to access such books beforehand.
But ultimately, Draco was still just a child at this time.
Therefore, after this night of high-intensity study, both his body and mind suffered a heavy blow.
Now he just wanted to quickly go to the train and get some sleep, then happily look forward to his upcoming school life.
As for why he wasn't sleeping in the carriage… Narcissaand Lucius's inexplicable gazes made Draco feel like a fat sheep being watched.
As if if he fell asleep, he would be sold by them in the next second.
Lucius: "Alas, when will my little Draco finally understand?"
Narcissa: "Alas, I wonder when I'll finally become a grandmother."
In this somewhat strange atmosphere, the Thestralcarriage carrying everyone arrived near King's Cross Station.
As for why they didn't directly arrive at the station… Lucius didn't want to appear in The Daily Prophettomorrow, saying that House of Malfoy had forgotten the treaties of the wizarding world or something.
And no matter how you looked at it, such a thing seemed more like something the family of his arch-rival in the Ministry of Magic would do.
Chapter 8: Hogwarts is very slow, a different Lucius...
"After entering from here, you can reach the real Platform."
After arriving at Platform 9 3, Narcissa explained the Platform to them.
In summary, Platform 9 3 is like a detector.
And whether a person's body possesses magic is its only detection standard.
Only those with magic in their bodies can pass through the wall; otherwise, the entrance will appear as a real wall.
"Alright, we also..."
"Excuse me, sir, do you know how to get to Platform 9 3?"
Watching Narcissa and Draco enter the Platform first, Lucius was about to tell Leggett and Matou Sakura to go ahead.
But before he could finish his remaining words, he was interrupted by a sudden voice.
Following the sound, he looked.
He saw a little girl with fluffy hair, asking them with a serious expression.
"Hermione, you shouldn't bother others casually."
As he spoke, a middle-aged man in a suit slowly approached them, "I'm sorry, my daughter was just joking."
They had asked the surrounding staff earlier, but the answers they received were all 'I don't know'.
Even the looks directed at them carried a hint of strangeness.
Lucius, dressed as a gentleman, and Leggett and Matou Sakura, in ordinary attire, led Mr. Granger to believe they were just ordinary people.
Therefore, to avoid unnecessary trouble and misunderstandings, he specifically stepped forward to explain.
There wasn't much time left until the eleven o'clock departure time, and they couldn't afford to waste it arguing with strangers.
["Muggles and Muggle-born wizards, huh..."]
Looking at the family of three who suddenly appeared before him, a hint of understanding flashed in Lucius's eyes.
He figured the guys at Hogwarts hadn't explained things clearly during the orientation, which led them to the awkward situation of not being able to find the station.
As for why he immediately recognized the Granger family as Muggles, the reason was simple.
One was their attire, and the other was the issue of the station entrance.
After all, how could anyone living in the Wizarding Worldnot know the location of Platform 9 3?
"Dad, I think they should be like us."
Meeting Lucius's sharp, eagle-like eyes, Hermione spoke earnestly, "Their temperament is completely different from ordinary people. I believe my judgment is definitely correct."
Although she wasn't sure why Leggett and the others didn't have luggage.
But from certain detailed characteristics, she determined that they were definitely not ordinary people.
"Hahaha, hahahaha..."
Looking at Hermione, who had an expression of 'I absolutely cannot be wrong', Lucius let out a slightly joyful laugh, "Clever little girl, come in with us."
Ever since he witnessed the development of the Muggleworld, he no longer deliberately played the role of a pure-blood supremacist.
Moreover, after so many years of development, the number of Muggle-born wizards had grown increasingly large.
When nearly ninety percent of the Wizarding World's population were Muggle-born wizards, would adhering to the so-called pure-blood status truly still have meaning?
If he didn't want to become Louis XVI under the guillotine, perhaps it was time to make some changes.
From ancient times to the present, adapting to the times has been the main reason the House of Malfoy has always remained prosperous.
["It seems some small arrangements are quite useful, after all."]
Watching Lucius turn and walk towards the stone pillar, a hint of a smile also flashed in Leggett's eyes.
Although the House of Malfoy was called a 'weather vane', its influence in the magic world was not low.
Therefore, as long as they weren't tricked by the noseless monster like in the original story, many subsequent tragedies could be avoided.
"Don't hesitate, anyone with magic in their body can enter."
After collecting his thoughts and nodding with a smile at the Granger family, Leggett also led Matou Sakurathrough the stone pillar.
"He... they..."
Watching Leggett and the two others disappear into the stone pillar, Mr. Granger was momentarily at a loss for words.
Ever since he learned his precious daughter was a Wizard, his worldview had collapsed again and again.
"Mom and Dad, I'm going in too."
After saying a word to the still-shocked Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione also overcame her fear and quickly rushed towards the stone pillar.
The next second.
With a ripple-like pattern appearing, Hermione also disappeared behind the stone pillar.
"My dear daughter, wait for Daddy... Ah!!!!"
"My dear, give up..."
Looking at Mr. Granger, who was crouching on the ground, clutching his head, Mrs. Granger sighed helplessly, "That little boy said that only those with magicin their bodies can enter here."
"My dear, help me up first, I feel like I have a concussion..."
Mrs. Granger: "..."
...Meanwhile, inside the real Platform 9 3.
"My dear, why did you take so long to come in?"
Watching Lucius and the two others walk towards her, Narcissa tugged at Draco, who was a bit distracted.
As for the reason for his distraction... perhaps Narcissaand the others didn't understand, but Leggett instantly got it.
After all, in the crowd not far away, he had seen a certain scar-headed boy wearing glasses.
"Nothing, we met an interesting little fellow on the way."
After slowly approaching Narcissa, Lucius reached out and patted Leggett and Matou Sakura's shoulders, "Leggett, Sakura, I'm entrusting Draco to your care at school.
If you encounter anything you can't solve, write to me by owl.
Although I don't hold a position at the school, I am still a school board member there."
Although he said so.
Lucius actually had no intention of using his privileges to pave the way for them.
After all, once a person has privileges, they are easily envied by those around them.
And Hogwarts, in the end, was a place to build connections.
Therefore, he still hoped that Draco could find true friends in the academy.
Or, more accurately, future allies for the family.
"You all must also take good care of yourselves, you know?
If anything happens, write home; your uncle is a school board member of Hogwarts, no matter what..."
Compared to Lucius's somewhat somber words, Narcissaperfectly demonstrated what maternal love looked like.
Although it was all seemingly useless nagging.
The concern and worry contained within it were palpable to anyone who wasn't a fool.
And Draco, who had the youngest psychological age among them, even had slightly red eyes.
But this scene came and went quickly.
Soon after boarding the train, Draco quickly scurried off to find his two cronies.
The excited look on his face clearly showed that he had completely forgotten about Narcissa.
Narcissa: "This child is hopeless..."
"Shouldn't we keep an eye on him?"
Watching Draco, who was acting like a king among a group of little kids, Matou Sakura slightly turned her head to look at Leggett beside her.
"No need, it's good for children to be a bit lively."
After saying this, Leggett led Matou Sakura and turned to enter a privileged compartment nearby.
Many wealthy pure-blood families regularly contributed money each year for the daily maintenance and expenses of Hogwarts.
So most pure-blood families had more or less some privileges at the school.
And exclusive carriages were just one of the least conspicuous among them.
As for why they didn't take the ordinary carriage... Leggett said he wasn't some cheapskate who liked to do unnecessary things that made him suffer for no reason.
Chapter 9 Visitors in the Carriage...
Half an hour later, inside the privileged carriage.
Leggett and Matou Sakura were quietly reading books to pass the boring travel time.
The sunlight streaming into the carriage from outside the window inexplicably added a sense of peaceful time to the two.
Of course, it might have been better if the book Matou Sakura was holding wasn't subtly emitting black mist.
Whether due to her physique or a benefit from her transmigration, Matou Sakura was particularly sensitive to Dark Arts auras.
And essentially, most Dark Arts spells were something she could learn instantly.
Things like the green 'biubiubiu' spell, she could easily use it after just seeing it once.
As for the so-called side effects... like soul corruption, they didn't manifest in the girl at all.
It was as if Matou Sakura herself was the greatest darkness in this world.
As the two were immersed in their studies, the previously closed carriage door was suddenly opened from the outside.
Immediately after, a very penetrating voice echoed throughout the entire carriage, "Is anyone... it's you!!!"
Looking up, Hermione, whom they had met once before, was standing at the doorway, and beside her stood a short, chubby boy.
"Let me introduce myself, I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."
After unceremoniously sitting across from Leggett and Matou Sakura, Hermione began her ceaseless chatter, "Thank you for your help just now, you're children from Wizarding families, aren't you? I abba abba abba..."
As Hermione continued her self-absorbed monologue, the atmosphere in the carriage gradually became strange.
After all, no normal person likes to be disturbed by strangers.
And no one likes it when, after being disturbed by a stranger, the other person keeps talking about irrelevant things.
"Miss Granger, is there something you need here?"
After waving his hand to interrupt Hermione's continuous'spellcasting,' Leggett gently patted Matou Sakura's hand.
Although Matou Sakura still maintained a smile, he could sense that she was clearly a little unhappy.
In other words, the interruption of their private time made the girl feel a bit annoyed.
After all, it wasn't easy to ditch Draco, that idiot, with the other two idiots.
But now, this person who inexplicably appeared here seemed even more annoying than Draco, that idiot.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot the important matter!!!"
Upon hearing Leggett's question, Hermione immediately pulled over the timid boy beside her, "Have you seen a toad? Neville's toad is missing."
Perhaps because chattering for a long time had eased her nervousness, her tone of voice returned to normal, without the initial fussiness.
["So it was this part..."]
Looking at the timid boy beside Hermione, Leggett also recalled that there seemed to be such a scene in the original work.
However, due to the passage of too much time, he couldn't quite remember it at the moment.
"Neville, you're a child of the Longbottom family.
Your parents were very brave; they are respectable heroes."
After collecting his wandering thoughts, Leggett smiled gently at Neville and said, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Leggett Black.
This is Sakura Machiri, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Although the Sword Saint only began to shine in the later stages, this did not mean that he was useless in the early stages.
No matter what, Neville was the legitimate heir of the Longbottom family, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families.
And his grandmother, Madam Longbottom, had a certain network and reputation in the Wizarding world.
Do not underestimate any elderly person; their connections, even just one, are enough to shock people.
Therefore, befriending Neville Longbottom was entirely beneficial for Leggett, with no harm.
Hearing the other party suddenly mention his parents, the previously timid Neville was slightly startled, then looked up at Leggett and spoke earnestly, "Tha... thank you."
Although still a bit stammering, it was clear that a completely different aura emanated from Neville than before.
If previously he only exuded timidity, now, in addition to timidity, Neville also had a hint of confidence from being recognized.
"You're welcome, I'm just speaking the truth."
As he spoke, Leggett picked up the staff placed beside him, "Trevor, come!"
The original wand design was too wild, to the point where adding a few rivets would make it a mace.
And for convenience of carrying and use, after returning to Malfoy Manor, Matou Sakura used Jewel Magic to make some small modifications to it.
Without damaging its original structure and hardness, she reshaped its appearance using Jewel Magic.
And if he wanted to revert it to its original state, it was simple: just remove the gem maintaining the Magic at the top, and the wand would return to its initial wild style.
The very next second after Leggett cast the spell, an ugly toad was directly pulled in front of Leggett under everyone's gaze.
From its still somewhat dazed expression, it clearly hadn't reacted to what had happened.
"Trevor, I finally found you."
Looking at the toad suspended in mid-air, Nevilleexcitedly hugged it, "Why did you run away again? Is there something I'm not doing well enough?"
He had long regarded this little creature, who had always accompanied him, as family.
But Trevor would go missing every few days, making Neville constantly feel that he wasn't doing something right.
Otherwise, why wouldn't other people's pets run away, while his own would run off at the slightest provocation?
"Croak croak croak! (Again?!?!?
Don't you know you're hot!!!
Who on earth brought me back, it's simply a sin!!!)"
"..."
Thanks to the overflow brought by the Child of Naturebuff, Leggett instantly understood Trevor's slightly unwilling cry.
But after all this commotion, he finally understood why it kept running away.
After all, the highest temperature a toad can tolerate is around 28℃.
And a human's normal body temperature is around 36℃, with the palms being one of the warmest areas.
In other words, Neville's daily habit of tightly gripping Trevor was like a person being forced to enter a confined space with a constant temperature of 50℃ every day.
Anyone would run away from such treatment.
Chapter 10 As soon as I went out, I saw Neville chasing Leif…
"Neville, it's best not to touch the toad directly with your hands."
Looking at Neville, who was standing there grinning foolishly, and Trevor, who was struggling and croaking desperately in his hand, Lecter shook his head helplessly and reminded him, "The mucus secreted from a toad's skin can be used as a Potion ingredient; touching it directly will make it lose its medicinal value.
Furthermore, as a cold-blooded creature, toads do not like to live in environments exceeding 28℃.
Humans, however, maintain a body temperature of around 36℃ year-round.
If you grab Trevor with your bare hands like that, it will make him very uncomfortable."
"Huh?!"
Hearing this string of analyses and terms, Neville's small head was suddenly filled with big question marks.
No one had ever told him before that there was so much to know about raising a toad.
"Croak (Oh Heavens, oh Earth, someone finally understands me!!!)"
If he hadn't been temporarily unable to escape Neville's clutches, Trevor would have immediately kowtowed to Leggett twice.
Five years! Do you know how I've lived these past five years!!!
Every day, before dawn, I have to endure a high-temperature massage, and it's the kind that lasts for most of the day.
If it weren't for my strong constitution, I would have already gone to see the Toad Immortal.
"If you have any more questions, you can inquire at a magic pet shop."
"No… it's not that I have questions."
Hearing this, Neville quickly shook his head and said with a hint of apology, "I… I just didn't quite collect myself for a moment."
"Croak!!!
(Good heavens, I thought this guy wasn't listening to advice; scared this frog to death.)"
Seeing Neville looking nervous as if he had done something wrong, Lecter smiled, waved his hand, and encouraged him, "It's alright, Neville, be more confident, just like your parents."
Hearing the other person mention his parents again, a hint of determination flashed across Neville's usually timid face.
Then, after taking a deep breath, he nodded seriously at Lecter, "I understand, Lecter, thank you very much."
However, Neville's expression didn't last for even a second before he became flustered again as Trevor made another escape.
Watching Trevor quickly hop away, Neville nodded at Lecter and Matou Sakura, then quickly chased after him.
"No, Trevor, come back!!!!"
"Croak (Get lost, this frog is burning up!!!)"
"I just walked out and saw Chang… Neville chasing Trevor!!!"
Listening to the somewhat comical dialogue between the boy and his pet, a famous scene inexplicably flashed through Leggett's mind.
"Miss Granger, is there anything else?"
After reining in his wandering thoughts, Leggett turned his gaze to Hermione, who was still sitting upright beside him.
Since her purpose for this trip had been achieved, she should, by all accounts, have left with Neville.
But Hermione had not done so, clearly indicating she had something else to say.
"Well…"
Meeting Leggett's calm, placid eyes, Hermione pursed her lips and couldn't help but ask, "You just used Accio, didn't you?… I want to know if children from Wizarding families all know many spells?"
As someone who could have gone to Headington School, she always had a competitive spirit.
Especially when she visited Diagon Alley, the subtle discrimination from the old Wizards.
Made young Hermione secretly vow that she would make a name for herself in the Wizarding World.
Initially, after witnessing Neville's clumsy attempts, she had relaxed a little about her future school life.
After all, who would have thought that a child from a normal Wizarding family couldn't even cast a single spell?
Comparatively, after more than ten days of diligent practice, she had already mastered several spells.
At least in the initial stages of school, she shouldn't fall too far behind her peers.
But after witnessing Leggett's spellcasting, Hermione's sense of ease was shattered once again.
Accio wasn't a particularly profound spell, but despite multiple attempts, she still only had a rudimentary grasp of it.
If other children from Wizarding families were also like Leggett, then her future school life… The thought of her parents' and teachers' disappointed looks made Hermioneshiver involuntarily.
"Actually, you don't need to overthink it, Miss Granger; the Wizarding World doesn't focus on the education of its descendants right now."
Looking at Hermione's visibly nervous eyes, Leggettchuckled and shrugged, "Generally speaking, before entering Hogwarts, most families don't deliberately make their younger generations practice magic."
Leggett had always adhered to the principle of being kind to those with special talents.
After all, on the internet in his previous life, people often joked about Hermione leading those two useless men through difficulties again.
Although it was just a simple jest.
It was enough to prove that Hermione, whether in terms of intelligence or mental fortitude, was the most formidable of the trio.
And as a reasonably qualified egoist, Leggett naturally knew what choice to make.
Moreover, with the gradual increase of Muggle Wizards, the focus of the Wizarding World would certainly shift in the future.
Befriending a capable Muggle Wizard at this time had no downsides for him.
As for why most Wizarding families don't deliberately make their younger generations learn magic.
Aside from the so-called pure-blood rhetoric that made them blindly arrogant, it was more because the magic in young children's bodies was unstable.
If magic practice was forcefully taught, it could potentially lead to some undesirable consequences.
After all, there have been cases in history of children who were treated too strictly.
Under the influence of suppression and many other factors, many of these children would eventually develop an Obscurus.
As for why Leggett and Matou Sakura could practice early.
In addition to their mature souls, they also had the backing of the House of Black's heritage.
After all, the human body is very fragile.
Without the corresponding resources to support it, practicing magic too early could backfire.
"Is that really true? Then I…"
After listening to Leggett's explanation, Hermione was about to say something.
But the next second, a sudden commotion erupted in the corridor.
"Miss Granger, please excuse me."
Hearing that familiar exasperated voice, Leggettimmediately stood up and walked out of the compartment.
He couldn't help it.
Who told him he had promised Uncle Lucius to help look after the mischievous Draco?
Seeing Leggett get up and walk out, Matou Sakuranaturally stood up and followed him.
If she continued to be alone with Hermione, she wasn't sure if she might do something dangerous.
After all, cats always harbor strong feelings of rejection towards other cats that suddenly enter their territory.
In severe cases, they might even resort to physical altercations to achieve the ultimate goal of expelling them.
As for what might happen during the expulsion process… that's a matter of individual interpretation; whether it's exciting or 'exciting' no one can say for sure.