"Of course it's … nothing much."
Helga knocked on Jon's head. "This is a secret. The meaning of a secret is that it can't be told, you know?"
"But you said that you asked Dumbledore to investigate the situation of your descendants, so Dumbledore should know of your existence, right?"
Helga was the one who told him about the descendants, and there was indeed such a witch in the original work. Her name was Hepzba Smith, and because it involved Soul Tools, Jon still remembered a description of her.
"She was a very, very fat old lady. She wore a delicate ginger wig and a bright pink robe that spread out around her, making her look like a melted ice cream cake."
This pure-blood witch who died in 1946 at the hands of Voldemort claimed to be a descendant of Helga Hufflepuff. Because she collected Hufflepuff's cup and Slythrin's locket, she was killed by Tom Riddle, who was looking for Soul Tools. This memory came from Hepzba's house elf, Hao Qi.
Now it seemed that this witch wasn't lying about her past, because this point had been confirmed by Helga Hufflepuff himself.
Hepzba's wealth should also be due to the inheritance of a large amount of ancestral wealth, but this old witch's later years weren't particularly good. Her husband died, and she didn't have any children, leaving behind all kinds of rare antiques and an endless amount of money.
But this wasn't accurate. If Jon didn't guess wrong, he was this witch's descendant.
Calculating the time, this witch died in 1946 because of Voldemort, otherwise she should have been able to live for a while. Jon also knew that his grandfather's father, the first mute of the Smith family, was sent to a distant family for foster care at the age of 11, which was the old house that Jon inherited today.
This ancestor was born in 1898. At that time, witches gave birth to children relatively early, so the timing was right.
This was a poor but rich old lady who gave birth to a mute child and her husband died.
Jon wasn't in the mood to pity the witch suspected to be his grandmother. His conjecture was denied by Helga. Helga said that Dumbledore didn't know the secret of the portrait, so he was the only one who knew.
"But I think you wouldn't have brought me here for no reason, because … you've also guessed it, I didn't know that your blood flowed in my body, so you must have other intentions, right? If I can help you set up something, I'll do my best to do it."
"Well, you are indeed a very smart boy, if not … I would even suspect that you are a descendant of Ravenclaw."
Jon guessed that his ancestor wanted to say something about Lady Ravenclaw's privacy, perhaps it was about the daughter who betrayed her mother, but Jon didn't ask.
It was fine as long as he guessed it in his heart. It would be annoying to ask too much.
"I don't have anything for you to do, I just want to warn you about something. When you entered the lounge, I sensed a very strange aura on you. It was like a curse, but I couldn't detect it because 'it' was too mysterious. "
Helga's expression gradually became serious. She actually had a more serious conjecture, but she didn't want to say it because the child in front of her was too young and some things might be difficult for him to understand.
Her troubled mood made Jon nervous. He quickly ate a delicious biscuit to ease his nerves.
"How do I say this … I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I've sensed this aura on Salazar before, and I've also sensed it on Dumbledore when he first entered the academy. You should be familiar with both of them, right?"
Helga saw Jon nodding, so she continued, "Every successful Wizard once had this aura, but without exception, they all had bad endings. You are an exception. I've never seen two people with this aura at the same time. Perhaps you can help Dumbledore, he's actually a pitiful person."
Helga said in a mysterious tone. She didn't know that Jon had seen through Dumbledore's ending, because she was only a remnant of a soul, she couldn't make accurate predictions and couldn't change anything. In the past thousand years, she had been wandering in the portrait of the Hogwarts, and no one had ever entered the world of the portrait to talk to her.
Because of the powerful magic attached to her portrait, the younger generation feared her reputation.
Other than sometimes asking the headmaster of the time to see her descendants, she almost never took the initiative to speak.
Jon was an exception. As a descendant of the bloodline, his consciousness could enter the world of the portrait.
"Okay, I promise you, if I can do it."
Jon thought about it and agreed. This might not be a problem for him.
"But, can I still come here to see you in the future?"
To be honest, Helga's attainment in food magic was unparalleled. At least, the biscuits here were the best biscuits Jon had ever eaten in his memory.
"Magic has its limits."
Helga patted her descendant's shoulder. "You've already put too much on the magic portrait this time. You may not be able to come in for a while, but I can teach you the spell to strengthen the magic portrait space. Of course, not now."
This answer was within Jon's expectations, but he still asked, "Can I take a portrait of you from Hogwarts? I have an old house. Maybe this way, we can talk freely in the future. "
With a legendary witch teaching him magic, Jon felt that his future would be smooth sailing.
"Oh, I'm afraid that's a bit difficult. My magic is applied to all my portraits in Hogwarts. You know, Hogwarts don't tolerate theft, and all the properties in the castle belong to Slythrin … Oh, I think I know a portrait that you can take away."
Jon's mood rose and fell like a roller coaster. Then he heard Helga say, "Ravenclaw left behind a magical house for the school. That house has powerful transformation and spatial magic. One of my portraits is in her study. There used to be portraits of the four of us, but because of some things, only my portrait still has traces of magic. You can take that portrait with you, and I'll tell you how to enter the house later … But how can you take such a big portrait out?"
Jon smiled mysteriously. "Well, I might have a way."
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