Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

The old man who was "spoken behind his back" in front of his face was not as angry as he imagined.

His face was not moved, sad or haggard due to the funeral of his great-nephew.

She was wearing a simple gray dress and just stood there,

When she heard the guy she regarded as Alecto Carlo talking nonsense, she didn't get angry and just put the plate on the coffee table.

Those are sauces served with pot cakes,

There are common products such as raspberry jam, chocolate spread, and cheese spread.

There are also strange magic sauces like gilly grass juice,

Compared with it, the small plate of white and delicate salt placed next to it is still a normal item.

The old lady asked everyone to sit down, showing a slightly tired but still very kind smile.

"Come and try it. Although little... Carlo didn't let me put in the pickled puffin just now, so you can't taste the most delicious filling, but these bacon mashed potato fillings are not bad now."

Harry suddenly became excited,

Pickled puffin? The dark food of the Inuit people? Even Harry, who has lived in the dark culinary world (that is, the Muggle world) since he was a child, thinks that kind of thing is too extreme.

He quietly gave the former Death Eater Carlo a grateful look,

In fact, he didn't have to be quiet, since the old lady was almost invisible anyway.

And Gellert Carlo was not polite,

I grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it on the pot cake that had just been baked. The fine white salt grains were evenly sprinkled on the shiny surface of the cake. With the help of the residual temperature, it just blended in. among the cakes,

Then he saw that the other three guests each chose their favorite jam and poured it on the cake.

Gellert Carlo was stunned by his movements. As the first-generation Dark Lord, he became alert and asked tentatively,

"Don't you... all add salt? Isn't this a common way of eating in the UK?"

The old lady smiled and explained,

"No, salting is just our way of eating, little one."

Lost his horse!

Gellert Carlo still didn't know what happened. He didn't expect that his aunt would test him like this.

He was obviously dead, and Dumbledore was carrying his body with him. My aunt also saw it.

And because in his own family, even the first-generation Dark Lord wouldn't think about guarding against his elders at home, right? So I let my guard down,

As a result, the waistcoat fell off just after eating a piece of cake.

Harry still didn't know what this sentence meant. He was just a child who was not yet 15 years old. How could he know the twists and turns of these adults?

He just felt that Ms. Carlo seemed to have relaxed a little and was not as tight as before.

"Speaking of the Ancient Demon King..."

The old lady couldn't see Raven rolling his eyes wildly and said to herself, "Actually, I've seen him come in person.

"Oh?"

Now everyone was interested, except the ancient demon king himself who was being talked about.

"When did you see him? How come I didn't know about this?"

Dumbledore asked, because the old lady had been living here for more than a century since she got married.

In other words, during the time when the ancient demon king was active until his death, the old lady never traveled far.

So if she had dealt with the ancient demon king,

So in theory, Dumbledore would be nearby when the two of them met, because their family had just moved away from here after Dumbledore went to Hogwarts, and he had just graduated and was buried.

The old lady gave Dumbledore a strange look.

"He's actually here to find you."

"What did he want from me! I was barely eleven years old at that time!"

Dumbledore was shocked. It seemed like he was asking a question, but in fact he was quietly questioning someone in Rui who was enjoying the cake.

Raven gave him a look.

What else can be done? The legendary child form of Albus Dumbledore. It took a lot of effort to get here at this time and there are still some acquaintances. Can you take a good look?

It's just that at that time, Dumbledore was just a little brat fighting for things with his younger brother. There was nothing interesting about him.

I didn't see much of the future number one white wizard, so Raven left disappointed.

The answer given by the old lady was similar,

"I don't know, anyway, he just came over to take a look and left. It was only later that I found out that the legendary ancient demon king who killed countless people was actually just such a young child."

Harry couldn't help his curiosity and asked

"So, Mrs. Bagshot, why didn't you record him in the history of magic textbook? I see that you seem to be studying the Ancient Demon King again recently. Do you plan to add him to the history book? What do you think the Ancient Demon King is? What kind of person is that?"

Bathilda Bagshot frowned after hearing Harry's series of questions.

Some grunting in displeasure,

"I wrote it, but it was deleted by the silent people from the Department of Mysteries - Hall of Brains. They said that this was a piece of history that needed to be corrected and that it could not impact the overall trend of thought."

Harry didn't understand this.

The old lady continued,

"If you want to know the story of the Ancient Demon King, why don't you ask Mr. Weasley? No one can know the Ancient Demon King better than him, right?"

Double kill!

The old lady transformed into a vest killer today. Not only did she take off the vest of her great-nephew Gellert Grindelwald, but she also pointed her sword at an ancient demon king who had quietly returned.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who realized this, looked like they were watching a good show.

Raven couldn't help but grinning,

Is this old lady worthy of being the second-best historian today?

And unlike Professor Binns, who is at the center of the wave of the times, she has not been out for more than a century, so can she really be able to tip off people's vests based on clues?

This is too ungrateful!