Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

"Are you talking about Animagus?" Andre obviously did not understand what his grandfather meant. The words "transform into a dragon" broke his basic understanding of transformation: "But Animagus cannot change." Become a magical creature, this is the iron law written in the transfiguration textbook."

Looking at his grandson's puzzled face, old Adrian smiled and said: "Pick up the disk in your hand, and I will tell you a spell. When you open this disk, you will know why I did it." I’m asking you such a question.”

Andrei picked up the bronze disc as instructed, and then recited the spell the old man told him.

The disk in his hand immediately floated from his palm, and an orange light came out from between the gaps in the disk. The disk that he could not open no matter how hard he tried, slowly opened in mid-air.

After about half a minute, the mysterious disk was completely opened.

Dense lines are etched up and down the inside of the disk, and it seems that as the eyes move, these lines are constantly broken and reorganized.

In the center of the disk, there is an acorn that looks like it is made of gold.

Old Adrian looked at the scene in front of him with a smile: "That dark wizard organization thought that I left the heritage of Adrian's family in this house protected by the Loyalty Curse. In fact, the real heritage has always been in this disc. It's in their hands. But without the blood of our family, outsiders can't open it anyway, even if they know the spell, it's useless."

"What is this?" Andre asked, pointing to the golden acorn in the disk.

"The Holy Acorn is a sacred object of the Druid sect. It is a treasure passed down by our family from generation to generation. It is also the key to mastering the inheritance of the ancient Druid. And the transformation into a dragon I mentioned can only be accomplished with this sacred object. The magic." The old man's expression looked a little relieved, and he said: "To be honest, I originally thought that this holy acorn had been lost, but I didn't expect that I actually separated it before I died and put it into the disc."

Andre frowned when he heard this: "What do you mean? Was this acorn originally in your body?"

"Of course." The old man nodded: "Each generation of Adrian's family heirs will absorb this sacred acorn, so that they can truly use the ancient druid's spells. And before the heirs die, they will also take the initiative to learn from their own. Precipitate this acorn from your body and leave it to your descendants.”

Andre felt that he had been confused, and he wanted to ask more questions.

But at this moment, there was a violent explosion from the door of the house.

"Oops!" Although he didn't go to the gate to see who was being so rude, he knew with all his strength that the only enemy at the moment must be the dark wizard organization that coveted their family's inheritance.

Andre immediately closed the opened disc again, and then reached out to take off the portrait on the wall.

"No, don't do that, kid!" However, the old man stopped him: "Now, listen to me, there is a fireplace in the study room on the second floor of this house, and I only connected it to one place. Remember this French 'LepiedsuddesAlpes'. In addition, the disk needs to be felt with your soul, and she will give you the true ancient Druid heritage."

"I think I can handle them!" Having just defeated Cole and the three dark wizards he led, Andre didn't feel like he was really afraid of them.

"No!" Adrian in the frame shook his head firmly: "Listen to me, kid! I feel the magical aura of the 'mentor'. This is not something you can handle. Don't worry, I have prepared for this portrait. A lot of tricks, this is not the portrait of a wizard you usually see."

Before he could figure out how a portrait could sense breath, Andre had to run to the second floor under his grandfather's constant urging.

When he stepped onto the floor of the second floor, he vaguely caught a glimpse of seven or eight figures walking into the living room.

Goblin Cole was among them, but he was just standing at the end of the crowd, with an expression of fear and resentment on his face.

Beside the goblin was a middle-aged man who was dragged to the ground by him.

"Daniel!" It was the Paris taxi driver who took him here. He now understood that it was his negligence. At that time, he told the driver the French address of the house, which was equivalent to saying that the other party passively became the owner of this place. confidential keeper.

That's why Cole and the others were able to successfully find the house protected by the Loyalty Curse. Andre wanted to turn around and go downstairs, but then he heard voices coming from downstairs.

"Aubrey, it's been a long time coming! I think it's been 19 years, right?" It was a man in black robe standing at the front of everyone.

"Ivan?" The portrait seemed unsure whether this man was the one he knew.

The man in black robe smiled and said, "Of course it's me, my old friend."

"Have you become a mentor?" The suppressed anger and hatred could be heard in the old man's tone.

"I have to thank you for this. You gave me the opportunity to go further." There was a smile on the man's lips, but there was no warmth in his words: "But you hid that damn Druid heritage too tightly. , it took me a full 19 years to find a clue. Speaking of which, I have to thank you again. There is some very interesting ancient blood magic on the bronze disk you left. Without its help, I really can’t divine the existence of your grandson.”

Andre wanted to continue listening, but the tutor downstairs, whose grandfather called Ivan, was obviously not ready to give him another chance: "Go and catch the kid on the second floor, otherwise I really don't know what to do." From a half-dead portrait, I was forced to find out the damn inheritance that has tortured me for 19 years."

The three wizards, also wearing black robes, immediately turned their attention to the second floor, and they all turned around.

It was Apparition. Andre's pupils shrank. He no longer had any luck. The strength of this group of people must be stronger than the ones who came to hunt him before, and there was also an enigmatic man named his grandfather. 'mentor'.

As for the captured driver, we can only hope that the other party, as a powerful dark wizard organization, will not care about such a non-threatening Muggle.

After all, he couldn't protect himself now. Although he felt guilty, there was really nothing he could do.

Quickly rushing into the study on the second floor, Andre grabbed a handful of Floo powder from a large bowl next to the fireplace.

At the same time, he heard a loud noise coming from the first floor, and a conflict broke out between the two sides. He was used to seeing the pictures of Hogwarts without fighting power. He couldn't figure out how his grandfather did it, but this time Not a good time to think about academic matters.

He threw down the floo powder in his hand and shouted the French sentence loudly.But at this moment, a hand stretched out from outside the fireplace and grabbed his collar.