Harry Potter and Master of Magic

Zhang Hao rolled up the sheepskin scroll and opened the old diary.

The material of the diary is also parchment, and the fonts written on it are very delicate, but many of the words are very strange and do not match the current English vocabulary.

The date marked on the first page is 1476, more than 500 years ago.

Zhang Hao frowned after watching it for a moment. Many words had to be translated slowly, otherwise they would not be able to form a smooth sentence.

He closed the diary and came to the bookshelf again.

The material of the bookshelf is very elegant, and the simple patterns are carved on it. The owner also seems to have cast some kind of protective charm, which keeps the bookshelf's color unchanged over the years.

This is an amazing achievement!

Normally, the magic someone casts expires with the passing of life.

Zhang Hao has never heard of a wizard whose magic still has an effect many years after his death.

Oh no! Voldemort is one, but he is not completely dead, and it is not for reference.

Zhang Hao's heart moved, and he couldn't help but have a little doubt.

Could it be that this Edson is still alive? She also made Horcruxes?

As soon as this thought appeared, Zhang Hao was a little scared. He drew his wand and shielded himself heavily.

However, nothing abnormal happened in the wooden house, and there was no aggressive aura unique to black magic.

Zhang Hao stabilized his mind and focused on the bookshelf again.

Randomly pull out a few books, all of which are exquisite antiques bound in parchment.

The headache is that these books, like the diary, need to be read slowly.

Zhang Hao put the book back and walked out of the wooden house with only the diary.

Lilith was sitting on a tree trunk, humming a little tune softly.

The pair of jade-white calves swayed to and fro, causing Zhang Hao to feel dizzy.

"Hi! Did you gain anything?" Lilith said briskly.

"Uh! Not for now. The books Ederson left behind are a bit difficult for me to understand." Zhang Hao shook his head, he was still wary of Lilith.

So far, all of Lilith's information is one-sided, making him unable to fully believe it.

He asked cautiously, "Have you read those books? Can you help me explain what's in them?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I don't understand human writing." Lilith said distressedly: "Ederson died before he could teach me writing. She was afraid that I would play with the relic, so she cast a spell on that door."

"Ederson only taught you magic?" Zhang Hao tried to act as natural as possible, and inquired about Ederson's information bit by bit.

"No! Ederson didn't teach me magic either." Lilith said helplessly: "My magic all comes from blood inheritance, I don't understand the magic of your human wizards."

Zhang Hao was a little surprised to hear that, relying on blood to inherit power, this is an ability only possessed by ancient races.

House-elves, goblins, dragons...

Many magical creatures can gain power through bloodline inheritance, and they are born with incredible magical abilities.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hao became even more curious about Lilith. He tentatively asked, "Can you tell me what race you are?"

"Of course, there's nothing to hide." Lilith played with her hair and chuckled, "Ederson said that I was a descendant of elves and succubus. When she adopted me, my parents had already passed away."

Zhang Hao was a little silent when he heard the words, but he was a succubus again!

This was the third time he had heard of this race.

In the history of magic, Merlin is described as a half-demon with demon blood, and there are more uncertain records that Merlin's father is a succubus.

The male succubus is also known as the dream demon or the nightmare, and mortal women are often tempted by this creature unknowingly, so as to lose their virginity.

And in Merlin's later years, he seemed to be like his mother,

Also hit the trick of the succubus.

He was deceived by a female succubus named Vivienne and imprisoned in an oak tree.

If this legend is true, it should have happened around AD 500, more than 1,400 years ago.

Lilith was born more than 500 years ago, and is a descendant of succubus and elves. Maybe this girl is not a fuel-efficient lamp!

Realizing this, Zhang Hao became more wary of Lilith. He clapped the diary in his hand and smiled, "Can I take this diary back to the castle for research? I think it may take a while to fully interpret it."

"Please feel free!" Lilith said indifferently: "Since Ederson left these to you, then you have the right to deal with them."

Zhang Hao looked around again and said embarrassingly, "Then how should I go back? Where the hell is this place?"

"This is deep in the dark forest," Lilith said, pointing to a tree hole beside the wooden house. "You can go back to the castle from there."

Zhang Hao glanced at the tree hole and then at Lilith. He wanted to invite Lilith to go to the castle with him. It was the most rational thing for this unknown creature to be handled by Dumbledore.

But before he spoke, he subconsciously denied the idea.

In the end, he just whispered, "I'll be back to see you, bye!"

Then, he stepped into the tree hole.

In the next second, a 'whoosh' sound came from the tree hole.

Lilith retracted her gaze and started humming the unknown tune softly again.

...

Just like when he came, the moment he stepped into the tree hole, Zhang Hao was engulfed by a suction!

In just a moment, he returned to the previous corridor.

"Huh? Why is this girl lying on the ground? Is she asleep?" Zhang Hao looked at Pan Xi on the ground, feeling very puzzled.

He squatted down and patted Pansy on the cheek, and let out a few soft calls.

Pan Xi woke up and asked in confusion, "Where is this? What's wrong with me?"

"How do I know? I still want to ask you!" Zhang Hao spread his hands and said, "Get up quickly! Isn't it cold on the ground?"

Pan Xi got up slowly, looked at Zhang Hao and asked suspiciously, "Where did the door key send you to?"

"Uh! It seems to be a corner of the forbidden forest, where there is an empty wooden house." Zhang Hao didn't want Pan Xi to know too much, and said half-truth: "I wandered around there for a while, but only found the one that came back. Portal, so I'm back."

The diary was put into his robe, and no one could see it.

"Oh! It's boring, then go back!" Pansy seemed to believe it and said disgustingly, "I'll never come here again!"

This kind of result couldn't be better, Zhang Hao said quickly: "You are right, I won't be here in the future!"

While talking, the two walked back along the way they came.

In the distance, you can still hear the conversation between the two.

"Right! Why did you come here last time? This is already the third underground floor!"

"I heard the story of the pen fairy you told and wanted to give it a try."

"So you came here?"

"Um!"

"Fool! Pen fairy can't play alone!"