Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

It was almost after nightfall that Andrei found the entrance to the hiding place.

The place he teleported to was the suburbs of Paris, thousands of miles away from the Montmartre area where his hiding place was.

For this reason, Andre had to ask a Muggle driver to take him to his destination, and finally had to rely on a confusion spell to avoid an expensive fare.

After passing through the skirt of the bronze goddess statue, the prosperity of the hidden place suddenly appeared in front of Andre's eyes.

Completely different from Diagon Alley in London, Paris, as one of the central cities on the European continent, is home to many wizards from all over Europe.

Moreover, the romantic French people are obviously more attentive than the British gentlemen. The colorful magic lights decorate the entire street. The Christmas atmosphere is everywhere here, and the endless stream of people makes it difficult to imagine this place. Not a nightlife district in Paris, but a gathering place for mysterious wizards.

The Gringotts building is the most conspicuous building in the entire hiding place. Andrei saw his destination as soon as he entered. Unfortunately, the goblins did not have the habit of working overtime, and they had already closed their doors at this point.

It seemed that he would have to get the so-called inheritance tomorrow. Standing in front of the closed door of Gringotts, Andre scratched his head.

"Mr. Ivanov?" At this moment, a figure less than five feet tall suddenly appeared behind Andre.

The pointed ears and surprisingly long fingers made Andrei quickly recognize that this was a goblin.

"Sorry, do you know me?" He frowned.

"Of course, of course, you look so much like your grandfather," the goblin said in a pure London accent: "My name is Cole. I am an employee of Gringotts and an old friend of Mr. Adrian. I just happened to get off work. I was going to the pub for a drink, but I didn’t expect to bump into you by such a chance. By the way, regarding Mr. Adrian’s inheritance, have you received the letter?”

Andre had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he didn't think much about it: "Yes, otherwise I wouldn't have come all the way to Paris. Was that letter sent by you? Mr. Cole."

Cole nodded, with a smile on his face: "Yes, but as you can see, Gringotts has closed now. I think we can't help you solve the inheritance problem today. Why don't we go find it for you first?" A place to live.”

Andre, who was worried about where to stay that night, immediately nodded and agreed: "Thank you very much. I'm having a headache about accommodation. You know, I don't speak French."

Under the leadership of Goblin Cole, the two came to a tavern called the Three Musketeers. This kind of drinking place in the wizarding world usually also operates a hotel business.

Cole seemed to be very familiar with the tavern owner. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly: "Old Barry, open a room for me. I have a distinguished guest who wants to stay."

Standing behind the bar was Old Barry, a middle-aged man with a beard. He raised his head and glanced at the goblin, and replied gruffly: "Cole? Well, [-] on the second floor is still empty. You can take your guests to that room.”

"By the way, ask Allen to send some wine. Don't give me those inferior goods you imported from Muggles." Cole motioned for Andre to follow him upstairs, and shouted to Old Barry again.

"Of course!" Old Barry replied with a smile.

Because both parties were speaking in French, Andre didn't understand it, but he saw the tavern owner looking at him meaningfully.

But before he could think about it, Cole had already pulled him to the second floor.

After entering Room [-], Cole waved and moved two armchairs over: "Please sit down, Mr. Ivanov."

Andre sat down as he was told, and Cole continued: "Although I'm sorry to tell you this news, I think you should be mentally prepared when you receive the letter. Your grandfather passed away not long ago."

The letter was about inheritance. Naturally, Andre had long expected that his cheap grandfather had passed away. He didn't feel any sadness about this. After all, the two parties were essentially strangers who had never met each other.

Andre just wondered how the other party was sure that he was the heir to this inheritance: "It doesn't matter, but I'm curious about how you know that I am Mr. Adrian's grandson. You know, I didn't even know that I was the grandson of Mr. Adrian before you sent me the letter." Knowing that I still have a wizard grandfather.”

"Oh, your mother never told you about this?"

Andre shook his head with a wry smile: "My mother passed away before I became sensible. In fact, before I received the admission notice to Hogwarts, I had no idea that magic actually existed in this world."

Cole looked astonished: "I see, then let me introduce you to your grandfather."

Andre nodded.

"Mr. Adrian is a good man. Although he is a little harsh on his daughter, it cannot be denied that all wizards who know Mr. Adrian say he is a good man."

Just as Cole was about to continue speaking, there was a knock on the door. Cole's slender fingers pointed at the door. A waiter in a red uniform was holding a bottle of wine, a decanter and two bottles of wine. A cup stood at the door.

Cole chatted a few words with him in French, asked him to pour the wine into the decanter, and then waited for him to go out before continuing: "Mr. Adrian is an excellent wizard, but fate played a cruel joke on him. Your daughter Anna Adrian, your mother, is a squib. This is an unacceptable shame in many wizarding families, so Miss Adrian was kicked out of the family before she came of age."

Andre felt a little uncomfortable. After receiving the letter, he had some vague guesses, but he never expected that the cheap grandfather in this body would be so cruel to his biological daughter.

"Actually, we don't know where Miss Adrian went after she left home, but your grandfather wrote a will before he passed away." Cole poured the red wine from the decanter into a glass and handed it to Andrei gave a glass: "This is a fine red wine made from dragon's blood grapes. You can try it, Mr. Ivanov."

"Thank you." Andre took the wine glass, but he did not drink the wine that was as bright as blood. This body was only 11 years old, far from the age of drinking.

"I have to say one more thing here," Cole said with a smile when he saw that he did not touch the glass of wine: "Mr. Adrian is definitely not one of those old-fashioned wizards who clings to pure blood. He is just a fan of his daughter. The reality of being a squib is unacceptable.”

"But he kicked an underage girl out of the house!" Andre sneered back.

"Yes, yes," Cole said: "I don't agree with this matter, but it is a thing of the past. In Mr. Adrian's later years, he also told me about this many times. Regret. That’s why he made a will and asked you to inherit his inheritance.”

"Speaking of which, you haven't told me how you found me." Andre narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, this is not difficult. The Adrian family has a family tree. Every descendant who awakens his magical talent will extend a new branch on it." The goblin shook the wine glass in his hand and said in a relaxed tone: "Your The name is also on it. It was also because of this that Mr. Adrian learned in his later years that he had a grandson like you who became a wizard, and made this will for you."

"Then why didn't he come to me in person before he died?" Andre asked doubtfully, "Can you tell me when he passed away?"

"Well, the time of Mr. Adrian's death... was in February this year." Cole paused for a moment, "As for why he didn't come to you in person, I think only he knows it. Maybe he feels guilty and doesn't dare to See you in person, after all, you also said that it is not a glorious thing to kick an underage girl out of the house."

"Okay, maybe it's what you said." Andre nodded and agreed: "Then do you know what my inheritance is?"

"Sorry, I'm not very clear about this." Cole said with a smile: "But as far as I know, Mr. Adrian sold all the company shares and some fixed assets in his hands before his death. I think Your grandfather should have exchanged these for gold galleons and left them to you."

Andre was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he spread his hands and smiled: "Okay, then it seems that only when I get to Gringotts tomorrow will I know whether this inheritance is worth my special trip."

"You will never be disappointed." The goblin took a sip of the red wine in the glass and said meaningfully.

The two chatted for a while, and Andre glanced at the completely dark sky outside the window, and finally couldn't help but said: "Mr. Cole, I think I'm a little tired today. If you don't mind, I want to rest first. Well, I’ll see you again at Gringotts tomorrow morning, what do you think?”

Cole bowed like a gentleman: "Of course, but I'd better come here to pick you up tomorrow morning. After all, I'm more familiar with this place."

"Would it be too much trouble for you?" he asked a little embarrassedly.

"Of course not, you don't have to worry at all. So, nine o'clock tomorrow morning?" Cole took out a pocket watch from his coat pocket and took a look at it.

Andre said there was no problem, got up and sent the enthusiastic goblin out of the room.

"By the way, Mr. Ivanov, I forgot to tell you that your room fee, including the bottle of red wine, will be charged to my account. Don't be polite to me." Cole, who had already arrived in the corridor, said to Ann Andre said something and immediately turned around and left without giving him a chance to refuse.

Watching the other person walk down the stairs, Andre shrugged his shoulders. He didn't want to refuse just now. The room fee was okay, but he knew how many galleons the bottle of red wine cost, but he might not be able to pay for it, and it was the goblin who ordered it himself. of.

When he returned to the room, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He happened to meet this goblin who claimed to be his grandfather's friend, and he no longer worried about what would happen if he inherited this inheritance that fell from the sky.

In addition, if it is true as Mr. Cole said, this inheritance must not be a small amount, and it will not make him travel in vain at a loss.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening. He was still at Hogwarts in the morning, but now he was in Paris. Andre, who had been traveling for almost a day, felt extremely tired now.

He took out a set of pajamas from his space pocket, put them on, walked into the bathroom in the room, prepared to wash up and go to bed.

But when he saw the mirror in the bathroom, he couldn't help but pause.