Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

There was a hint of teasing in his voice, as if he had seen through Raven.

"Hmph!" Raven snorted softly, but his icy aura disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

Then he said coldly, "You are quite accurate."

Then he added, "What's the point of killing you now? I want to see what kind of secret weapon you have hidden. I hope you can let me have some fun, Hailbo."

"I will, I promise." Robert Porter narrowed his eyes and said with a hint of determination and resoluteness in his tone, "After all, after this time, there will be no future, right?"

The original body in the Lingbo Prison is his greatest reliance and his greatest confidence.

But now, his real body has been killed by Raven and Gaia. Although there are still thousands of Horcruxes left outside, which prevent him from being completely defeated, he is only able to survive.

He has lost the qualification to be invincible because the "invincible ground" that is crucial to his plan has already belonged to Raven.

Therefore, this was his last attempt, and it was time to take out all the wealth he had accumulated over thousands of years.

Looking at Helbo's determined eyes, Raven felt happier.

How can I not be happy!?

According to Riven's understanding of Herpo, the other party can at least take out a peak legendary Quetzalcoatl puppet.

Of course, it is impossible to guarantee a bottom line, he must have other cards up his sleeve.

After all, as an old monster who has lived for more than three thousand years and is also a dark wizard, it would be strange if he didn't have some good things in his hands.

Of course, after such a long period of consumption, Quetzalcoatl's puppet body is definitely not as strong as it was in its peak period, but at least it is not weaker than Voldemort (referring to Voldemort in his heyday).

This is just one of his many identities in his thousand-year career.

There is no telling how many similar identities there are, so Raven may face the siege of a dozen or even twenty legendary wizards. This is really - Sbarasi!

Facing Hailbo's statement, Raven was very satisfied, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, there is indeed no future. I am looking forward to your desperate fight. I hope you can satisfy me." After saying this, Raven patted his clothes, got up and left.

Now that he had gotten the answer he wanted, he couldn't wait to have a real life-and-death fight with Helbo.

The time was naturally the night of Samhain, and this night was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Helbo.

Because only on the day of Samhain will the Archdruid's blessing on Riven be briefly ineffective, and this will be his most "vulnerable" moment.

If this time point is missed, Haierbo will face unprecedented difficulties and challenges.

Even if he brought out all the puppets he had accumulated, it would be difficult for him to compete with the powerful Archdruid.

After all, he had personally experienced this painful lesson in thousands of years of battle. At that time, he was still a wizard full of fighting spirit, but he was severely taught a lesson by the ruthless Gaia and the prophet of the time.

That was the first time he suffered such a serious loss since his debut.

In fact, he had been taught more than one lesson by Gaia. The death of his original body, the greatest loss he had ever suffered, was just an example of him being taught a lesson by Gaia.

Although he holds some secrets that prevent him from being directly attacked by Gaia, Gaia is no soft persimmon, it is the "world" itself!

Although he couldn't attack directly, the indirect targeting was deadly enough for a mere legendary wizard like Herbo.

After confirming that his intended prey had no intention of hiding away in disgrace, Raven left with satisfaction.

He felt that tonight's experience was full of surprises and accidents. Except for a small misunderstanding, everything else was good.

He tasted delicious fried tripe, successfully solved the annoying problem of Helbo's body, and smoothly arranged a duel.

Aside from the fact that Mr. Lovegood might have had some misunderstandings about him, of course… Overall, it was a great night, at least for Raven.

And as for Helpo? That has nothing to do with Raven anymore.

After being busy for so long, Raven decided to reward himself, so the best way was to go to the kitchen again and enjoy more tripe!

After all, when something happy happens, you always have to eat something to celebrate!

......

As dawn approached, the morning star hung high in the sky and a faint hint of paleness could be seen in the distant east, as shown on the ceiling of the auditorium.

The Great Hall at Hogwarts, Hufflepuff Table,

Pappy said as she poured the "soy milk" that Raven recommended to her back into Raven's cup with disdain.

"I always feel that handing over such an important place as Lingbo Prison to you is a very dangerous act..."

Raven was staring intently at the slightly green "soy milk" in his white porcelain cup. Well, it was actually soy juice.

In response to Pabbie's question, Raven said, "How could that be? But I don't know why she would do that."

At the same time, he quickly made a decision - he must throw this cup and the liquid inside into the Black Lake to feed the giant squid.

Regardless of whether bean juice should be classified as wet garbage, kitchen waste, or food, well, even if it is a kind of food, one thing is certain: if others can eat it, it will not cause waste. As for who eats it, does it matter?

Sometimes, Raven even wondered if the Black Lake was called the "Black Lake" because the giant squid was always spitting in it.

Jack looked at the slightly green soy juice in front of him and his face turned very ugly. He frowned, picked up the cup, took a sip, and immediately showed an expression as if he was about to vomit.

He quickly put the cup down, reached out to grab Misty's cup and drank it all.

Then, he pinched his nose, tried to finish all the soy milk in his cup, and burped. The smell made everyone around him cover their noses.

Adhering to the fine tradition of Hufflepuff not to waste food, he resisted the urge to vomit and said,

"Uh... Brother, can you really get rid of that Herpo? I feel like I can't get rid of him completely."

However, Raven waved his hand nonchalantly, picked up a toothpick, and stuck it into a piece of fried sausage (actually a lump of starch).

Then chew it with relish.

Despite the simplicity of the recipe and ingredients, the warm mixture of sugar and oil is a pure, delicious treat that is accepted by our genetic predilections no matter how simple the preparation.

Raven said as he chewed.

"Rather than saying it was a duel, it was better to say it was just a showdown. When the Soul Prison was breached, his defeat was doomed. If I wanted to kill him, no matter how well his Horcrux was hidden, Gaia would have delivered it to me. He was able to live so leisurely for so many years because he was lucky enough to occupy the Soul Prison. It's interesting to say, why would Gaia let him occupy the Soul Prison? This shouldn't be the case."

"Who knows..." Jack rolled his eyes and said. It wasn't that he disdained Raven's words, but the two cups of soy milk almost knocked him down.

His face was pale, and cold sweat was on his forehead.

On the other hand, Raven was amazed at the power of bean juice. It was really - so terrifying,

He looked at the two cups of soy milk in his hand, secretly glad that he didn't drink it. Raven was amazed at the power of soy milk, and became more determined to feed the two cups in front of him to the giant squid.

Anyway, even if the giant squid vomits it into the Black Lake, the creatures in the Black Lake will have eaten it anyway, so it's not a waste.

Jack continued to roll his eyes, trying to support his body from falling. His eyes were full of resentment towards Raven, but he couldn't express it.

After all, it was he who chose to uphold the virtues of a Hufflepuff.

Misty put down the knife and fork in her hand, gently patted Jack's back with her right hand, and gently wiped the foam from the corner of Jack's mouth with a handkerchief in her left hand. Then she looked at Raven and asked, "Raven, you just said that Helbo disguised the scene to make it look like you did it?"

"Yes." Raven answered casually with a nonchalant expression on his face, "But the Daily Prophet would not report it like this. Instead, The Quibbler would report it like this. You know The Quibbler."

Misty shook her head helplessly, and said with a worried and anxious tone, "No, no, no, Raven, this is not about what the newspapers say. The wizarding world is small, and so many people knew about it last night. I'm worried that the news will spread sooner or later, and it will probably be leaked from the mouths of those Ministry employees."

Raven showed a sly smile, as if he had already thought of a countermeasure. He responded confidently,

"Then I'll have Rita Skeeter announce that these people are suffering from watching too much The Quibbler."

This kind of tactic of putting the blame on someone else is easy for Raven. After all, who can prove that they have never watched "The Quibbler"? So, as long as someone dares to question, let them prove their innocence!

Raven thought of others questioning her - "Did you assassinate the Minister of Magic?"

As for him, he quoted from the classics and held up a copy of the latest Daily Prophet.

Look at the other person with pity and contempt, and then whisper in a "not unexpected tone", "Have you seen The Quibbler?"

A killer move! Don't make it too lethal!

Luna is the one who will suffer. As for Xenophilius Lovegood... he asked for it! Humph~