Harry Potter and Master of Magic

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

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

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

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

　　 He closed the diary and came to the bookshelf again.

　　 The bookshelf is made of very elegant materials, with simple patterns carved on it. The owner seems to have cast some kind of protective charm to keep the color of the bookshelves unchanged over the years.

　　 This is an amazing achievement!

　　 Under normal circumstances, the magic that someone casts will expire with the passing of life.

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

Oh no! Voldemort counts as one, but he is not completely dead, not reference.

　　 Zhang Hao's heart moved, and he couldn't help but have a trace of suspicion.

　　 Could it be said that Edson is still alive? She also made a Horcrux?

When the thought of 　　 appeared, Zhang Hao suddenly became a little frightened. He drew out his wand and put a lot of protection on himself.

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

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

　　 took out a few books at random, all of which were exquisite ancient books bound in parchment.

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

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

　　 Lilith is sitting on a tree trunk, humming softly in a small tune.

　　 Those jade-white legs swayed, making Zhang Hao a little dizzy.

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

　　 "Uh! Not for the time being, the books left by Edson are a bit incomprehensible to me." Zhang Hao shook his head, he was still wary of Lilith.

　　 So far, all Lilith's information is a one-sided word, which makes him unable to believe it completely.

　　 He asked cautiously: "Have you read those books? Can you explain the contents for me?"

　　 "Oh! Sorry, I don't understand human words." Lilith said distressedly: "Edson passed away before I had time to teach me words. She was afraid that I would destroy the relic, so she cast a spell on that door."

　　 "Edson only taught you magic?" Zhang Hao tried his best to behave naturally, inquiring about Edson-related information bit by bit.

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

　　 Zhang Hao was a little surprised when he heard that, relying on blood to inherit power, this is an ability that ancient races only possess.

　　 house elves, fairies, dragons...

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

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

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

　　 Zhang Hao was a little silent when he heard that he was a succubus again!

　　 This is the third time he has heard of this race.

　　 In the history of magic, Merlin was described as a half-devil with demon blood. More uncertain records claim that Merlin's father was a succubus.

　　 The male succubus is also known as the succubus or nightmare. Mortal women are often seduced by such creatures unknowingly, and thus lose their virginity.

　　 In Merlin's old age, he seemed to be the same as his mother, who had also been tricked by the succubus.

　　 He was deceived by a female succubus named Vivian and locked in an oak tree.

　　 If this legend is true, it should have occurred around 500 AD, which is more than 1,400 years away from today.

　　 Lilith was born more than five hundred years ago, and she is the descendant of succubus and elves, maybe this girl is not a fuel-efficient lamp!

　　 Realizing this, Zhang Hao became more vigilant towards Lilith. He patted the diary in his hand and smiled: "Can I bring this diary back to the castle for study? I think it may take a while before it can be fully interpreted."

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

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

　　 "This is the depths of the dark forest," Lilith pointed to a tree hole beside the wooden house and said, "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 the castle with him. It would be the most sensible to leave this unknown creature to Dumbledore.

　　 But before he spoke, he subconsciously denied this idea.

　　 Finally, he just said softly: "I will come back to see you, goodbye!"

　　 Then, he stepped into the tree hole.

　　 In the next second, there was a soft sound of ‘swish’ from the tree hole. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Lilith retracted her gaze and began to hum softly the unknown minor.

　　……

　　 Same as when he came, Zhang Hao was swallowed by a force of suction the moment he stepped into the tree hole!

　　 Just a moment's effort, he returned to the previous corridor.

　　 "Huh? Why is this girl lying on the ground? Asleep?" Zhang Hao looked at Pansy on the ground, feeling very puzzled.

　　 He knelt down and patted Pansy on the cheek, then yelled softly.

　　 Pansy 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 said, "Get up quickly! Isn't it cold on the ground?"

　　 Pansy slowly got up, looked at Zhang Hao and asked suspiciously: "Where did the door key teleport 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 Pansy to know too much, and said half-truth: "I wandered there for a while, but only found the one who came back. Portal, so I came back."

　　'S 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 won't be here again!"

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

　　 As they said, they walked back along the way they came.

　　 From far away, the conversation between the two can still be heard.

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

　　 "I listened to the pen fairy story you told, and I want to try it."

　　 "So come here?"

"Ok!"

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