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Chapter 120: Chapter 117 – Humbug (1)

Ginny was surprised that she was sharing a room with Ophelia, but she didn't complain; on the contrary, she was very happy to have someone in the room with her. It was her first time living alone in an unfamiliar place, and she felt it would be difficult to sleep alone.

Looking at the room that could only be worthy of a princess from the stories she had read, Ginny gasped with happiness. The entire room was decorated with beautiful white wallpaper with gold accents, a canopy bed with green sheets, a lovely dresser with snakes carved into the wood, and an absolutely wonderful wardrobe.

Thinking of her room at home and looking at the room before her, Ginny let go of any reservations about not going to Gryffindor. Even if her mother kicked her out of the house, she would never leave this room!

Jumping onto the bed, Ginny looked at the smile on Ophelia's face on the bed next to her and asked curiously.

"You seem so happy, Ophelia."

Ophelia laughed and played with her hair, twirling it around her finger. She turned her gaze to her new friend and replied with a smile.

"Asterion and I are relatives."

Ginny stopped jumping on the bed and went to her friend's bed extremely quickly, her eyes shining with curiosity and admiration. "Amazing! You're related to the most famous wizard in Britain!"

Ophelia felt her cheeks warm at Ginny's words. She also thought she was dreaming and that all this was a dream, but remembering the conversation she had, her lips curved into a very happy smile.

"Tell me everything!" Ginny said excitedly, all her shyness from the entrance ceremony completely gone.

-

The next day.

Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Looking at Gilderoy Lockhart wearing a green suit and smiling brightly at the students from behind a desk, Asterion again showed a look of disgust on his face and didn't hide his animosity. The man was a fraud from head to toe. His very existence insulted the sacred profession of teaching.

"You don't seem to like Professor Lockhart, Asty." Looking at the expression of disgust on Asterion's face, Tracey asked in a low tone from the back row of seats in the classroom.

"He's a complete fraud, probably never faced a cursed spirit in his life, and wants to teach about defending against a dark wizard." Asterion replied, snorting coldly, his red eyes falling on Lockhart, who shuddered for some reason.

Daphne, Tracey, Theodore, and Blaise were surprised; it was the first time they had seen Asterion dislike someone so much. And from his tone, they detected even disgust and disdain.

"Are you saying the deeds in his books are fake?" Tracey asked, her voice lower than usual, her eyes wide with incredulity. As a fan of Gilderoy, Asterion's words were nothing short of heresy to her.

"The man is a level 3 wizard. Do you think someone like that can fight five vampires and come out alive? Older vampires are as fast as bullets from a Muggle gun. Besides, look up his academic records in the library, and you'll see that the man was talented in memory charms." Asterion asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Tracey was completely petrified; she didn't want to believe his words, but Asterion was someone she truly respected. She didn't think he would have animosity towards someone without reason.

But Gilderoy's next words completely shattered the hope that it was just a mistake on Asterion's part.

"Dear students, today we will start with a test. A very important test," Lockhart said, and with a wave of his wand, several sheets flew across the room and landed in front of each student.

"A test about me," he said, showing his impeccably white teeth. "Whoever gets all the questions right will receive a personal autograph from me."

Looking at the questions on the sheet, Tracey's eyes went lifeless. Even as a fan, she still had enough sense to understand that these ridiculous questions were nothing more than to inflate the professor's ego.

Remembering the hours she spent reading Lockhart's books, Tracey clenched her fists tightly and glared furiously at the fraud.

Taking the sheet, Asterion simply used a bit of magical energy and made the page combust, turning it into ashes in a second.

The smell of burning made Lockhart's eyes fall on Asterion. Seeing the ashes on the desk, he understood what had happened, and when he was about to reprimand the student with a charismatic laugh, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

Faced with those red eyes, Lockhart swallowed hard and showed a stiff smile to the young man with red eyes whom he finally recognized. Wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief he took from the upper pocket of his suit, he selectively ignored Asterion and continued teaching.

Seeing Lockhart do nothing against him, Asterion showed a disappointed look. He was about to demonstrate how to really kill a vampire so Lockhart could learn personally. Unfortunately, the man recognized him before he could do anything.

"I bought all these stupid books at the beginning of the year because of him. Now I'm going to burn them all when I get back to my room," Tracey said, gritting her teeth. The pain of spending so much money on books from a charlatan caused a pang in the heart of the teenager who believed in her idol.

As the saying goes – Never meet your idols, or you might be disappointed.

"Don't worry, at least we have Asterion's private lessons. Otherwise, we'd be just like the other houses stuck learning from Quirinus and now, Lockhart," Daphne reassured her friend, hugging her arm.

Tracey's face brightened considerably upon hearing this. Indeed, future classes with Lockhart would be a joke compared to Asterion's, a Special Grade Wizard.

For other houses, having private lessons with Asterion was something they could only dream of. But for Slytherin, it wasn't an unreal dream; they had one lesson a week with a true Special Grade wizard.

"Oh~ looks like we have a celebrity in our class, The-Girl-Who-Survived!" Lockhart looked at the girl with the most striking hair in his classroom and spoke loudly.

The smile on Rose's face stiffened upon hearing the new professor's words. With Asterion killing Voldemort, that title was almost never associated with her anymore. And she was more than happy for that to be the case! She hated the fame, especially fame she hadn't earned but rather inherited from her parents, earned with their own lives.

"Miss Potter. Can you tell me the answer to question number 15?" Lockhart asked confidently, expecting Rose to surely know the answer.

Looking at question number 15 on the sheet, Rose's lips twisted in an unusual manner.

[15. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday?]

Answer:

How on earth would she know the birthday of someone she had never met?

Nevertheless, Rose still responded with a mischievous smile.

"I don't know, Professor. I didn't meet you until the day of the new students' ceremony." When Rose's voice ceased, silence spread throughout the classroom.

Lockhart's bright smile stiffened, unable to believe his eyes. How could someone not know his birthday?

Then, there were some stifled laughs; many students tried their best not to laugh, but it was inevitable, as one couldn't take it anymore, the others followed suit.

As they laughed, Lockhart felt his own cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"That was a funny joke, Miss Potter," Lockhart said with a forced smile, changing the subject quickly. "Let's continue the lesson."

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 118 - Ophelia's Mother (1), Chapter 119 - I Decided to Seduce Daphne (1), Chapter 120 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1), Chapter 121 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (2), Chapter 122 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (3), Chapter 123 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (4), Chapter 124 - Conspiracy In Progress (1), Chapter 125 - Conspiracy In Progress (2), Chapter 126 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (1), Chapter 127 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (2), Chapter 128 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (1), Chapter 129 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (2), Chapter 130 - The Four Hogwarts Representatives (3), Chapter 131 - The First Trial (1), Chapter 132 - The First Trial (2), Chapter 133 - King's Game (1), Chapter 134 - King's Game (2), Chapter 135 - King's Game (3), Chapter 136 - King's Game (4), Chapter 137 - King's Game (5), Chapter 138 - King's Game (6).


Chapter 121: Chapter 118 - Ophelia's Mother (1)

 "Cousin, you never told me about my parents." Sitting in the armchair with a book in his hands, Asterion heard Ophelia's question. They were both in his room, a privilege only Daphne had previously enjoyed.

Shifting his attention from the book and looking at the girl in front of him, Asterion blinked a few times, thinking, and then responded calmly, "What do you want to know about them?"

Even though Ophelia knew the truth about her father's death and might start hating him because of it, Asterion really didn't care. He had killed Voldemort; would he be afraid of a thirteen-year-old girl who had just entered the magical world?

However, even without those consequences, he still would have told Ophelia the truth. She had the right to know who her real parents were; he had no way to prevent that. Lying about who Ophelia's parents were had never crossed Asterion's mind. It was so low that he never considered the idea.

"Who are they, and are they still alive?" Ophelia spoke with a slightly trembling voice. She was anxious and scared. On one hand, she wanted her parents to be dead because it meant they hadn't abandoned her, but on the other, she wanted them to be alive so she could ask why they had left her.

Looking into her eyes, which held a mixture of emotions, Asterion answered, "Although your lineage has not been determined with certainty, your possible father is dead."

Asterion saw Ophelia's face show a sad expression and couldn't help but think that Ophelia was probably the only person to mourn Voldemort's death, even though she didn't yet know who her father really was.

"Your possible mother is Bellatrix Black, my cousin." Asterion observed the sadness on the girl's face disappear almost instantly.

"Bellatrix Black." Ophelia murmured repeatedly, her eyes growing brighter and more excited each time she said the name, finding it more beautiful in her mind.

Asterion looked at the girl lost in thought and shook his head. He really wanted to know if Ophelia could ignore her own morals and love Bellatrix.

At the same time, Asterion was absolutely certain that Bellatrix would not be a good mother. He even assumed that Bellatrix never wanted to have children in the first place. He could imagine how Bellatrix would react when she saw Ophelia.

Seeing Ophelia all excited and joyful, knowing she had a mother still alive, Asterion didn't know how long this excitement and joy would last. If he were in her place, he might love Bellatrix regardless of her crimes and madness, but he didn't know if Ophelia could do something similar.

-

Hogwarts Library.

Ginny, wearing Slytherin robes, sat at the table with her two friends, Astoria and Ophelia. The three had been practically inseparable during this first month."

"The other magic schools will arrive at Hogwarts tomorrow." Ginny heard Astoria whisper. She could sense her friend's excitement, not that she wasn't excited herself. Just imagining participating in such a big event made the red-haired girl's lips curl into a happy smile.

At the same time, she couldn't help but reflect on her experiences this past month in Slytherin. It was totally different from what she had imagined. There were no fights, and if there were any, they were resolved through duels. She learned that in Slytherin, the strongest were the most respected.

This was made very clear to her: it didn't matter if you were right or wrong; defeating your opponent was what mattered most. This made her uncomfortable for a while; respecting the strong and using the weak felt wrong to her.

It took her some time to get used to this, but after a month, with the help of Astoria and her friends, she adapted to Slytherin's way of thinking. She even thought that this ideology was correct: this wasn't a kind world, and kind people died early.

Another thing she was extremely grateful for in Slytherin was having private lessons with a special grade wizard! If she were to tell her other friends in other houses, they would definitely die of envy.

Even having only three private lessons this month, she felt at least 30% stronger than when she started at Hogwarts! Her control over her magic had reached a very good level, and she received many compliments from Professor Flitwick because of it.

In short, she was loving her stay in Slytherin. She had everything: luxury, privileges, and even power, something she never imagined she would have. Especially with her older brothers supporting her, although Ron had made it clear that she was a traitor. But Ron had been an idiot long before that, and she wasn't surprised by his childish attitude.

"Look at Ophelia's silly smile; it looks like she found a boyfriend." Astoria teased her friend, seeing the dreamy smile on Ophelia's lips.

Ginny blushed at the words but also looked at her friend with curiosity.

Ophelia's cheeks warmed hearing Astoria's words. She looked at her friend angrily and replied in a low tone, "I'm not dating, Astoria!"

"That I know; you don't know how to use your feminine charm. Which boy would want a girl who doesn't care about her appearance?" Astoria tossed her long golden hair and replied with an arrogant tone, which naturally made Ophelia grit her teeth in frustration.

"Humph!" Ophelia just huffed coldly and responded, "I'm not going to argue with you, princess, but I'm smiling because my cousin finally told me my mother's name." The smile on her face showed how happy she was at that moment.

The arrogant smile on Astoria's face disappeared, and she congratulated her friend sincerely, "Congratulations, Ophelia."

She knew how much Ophelia wanted to know her parents.

"What's her name?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Bellatrix Black." Ophelia said, not noticing that Astoria's and Ginny's eyes widened in total disbelief.

Ophelia continued talking, oblivious to her friends' expressions. "I tried to find a Hogwarts yearbook with some information about her when she studied here, but I haven't found anything so far."

Astoria and Ginny exchanged looks, recognizing the same thought in each other's eyes.

We mustn't let Ophelia know the truth about Bellatrix!

They knew that if their friend discovered the truth about her mother, she would probably be devastated. After all, finding out that your mother was a serial killer and a crazy dark witch was not exactly great news.

"I don't think the yearbook is in the library. It must be kept in a more restricted place, like the headmaster's office," Astoria said calmly, subtly trying to shift the search to a place Ophelia couldn't access.

Ophelia's face fell slightly upon hearing this. She knew that if it was in Dumbledore's office, it would be extremely difficult to access the yearbook to learn more about her mother.

"Still, I'll look a bit more in the library." Ophelia said, sighing at the end. Her expression became resolute as she stood up from the chair and resumed searching the vast Hogwarts library.

Seeing this, Astoria and Ginny exchanged glances and followed Ophelia without hesitation. They prayed to Merlin that there wasn't a copy of the Hogwarts Yearbook in the library; otherwise, Ophelia would likely leave the place heartbroken.

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Author's Note: The Tournament is about to begin. I think there are about three or four more chapters according to my outline.

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New Novel: (I Am The Prince of Hell)

Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 119 - I Decided to Seduce Daphne (1), Chapter 120 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1), Chapter 121 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (2), Chapter 122 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (3), Chapter 123 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (4), Chapter 124 - Conspiracy In Progress (1), Chapter 125 - Conspiracy In Progress (2), Chapter 126 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (1), Chapter 127 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (2), Chapter 128 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (1), Chapter 129 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (2), Chapter 130 - The Four Hogwarts Representatives (3), Chapter 131 - The First Trial (1), Chapter 132 - The First Trial (2), Chapter 133 - King's Game (1), Chapter 134 - King's Game (2), Chapter 135 - King's Game (3), Chapter 136 - King's Game (4), Chapter 137 - King's Game (5), Chapter 138 - King's Game (6).


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