Cassandra Malfoy?
Draco remembered the ancestor his father mentioned to him a few days ago.
No, hasn't she disappeared?
"Are you really Cassandra?" Draco wrote in the notebook.
"Yes." The elegant handwriting appeared again.
"But... why?" Draco wrote with confusion, "Why did you suddenly appear and talk to me through a notebook? Is this something you created using dark magic?"
"Magic is very wonderful, isn't it?" The elegant handwriting replied.
Below this line, two more lines quickly appeared: "Why not tell me about yourself, my descendant? What's your relationship with Abraxas?"
"He is my grandfather, and he has already passed away." Draco wrote.
What he wrote took a moment to disappear. After waiting for a while, Draco became a bit impatient, and the elegant handwriting appeared once more.
"Oh, quite unexpected..."
"Time is truly merciless. When I left home, Abraxas was just a little child."
Watching the handwriting disappear, Draco eagerly wrote: "It seems you really are my ancestor. I've heard about how you quelled the fairy rebellion and destroyed the Fire Ash Snake Faction a century ago, but my father didn't tell me the details. Could you share them with me? I'd like to know the glory of my ancestors."
Such a child indulged in the glory of his family...
The notebook was silent for a while before it gave Draco a response.
"Sorry, my descendant. I'm just a notebook meant to record my insights on magic spells and cannot fulfill your wish."
Draco was somewhat disappointed, but soon he was captivated by the words 'insights on magic spells.'
"Insights on magic spells?" Draco quickly wrote: "Can you teach me, ancestor? I know you were the most outstanding witch at Hogwarts then. With your guidance, I can surely defeat Harry Potter."
"Alright, my descendant." The notebook agreed swiftly, "As long as you study magic spells diligently with me, it will be easy to defeat whichever student you want at Hogwarts."
Receiving a response, Draco was extremely excited, nearly jumping three feet high.
In his heart, he began to imagine how it felt to defeat Harry Potter and dominate Slytherin.
"However..."
Draco's imagination was interrupted by the handwriting on the notebook.
"You must listen to me first. Our matters must remain a secret, or else this notebook will attract coveting eyes, and if stolen or taken away, I won't be able to teach you magic."
"Don't worry, ancestor." Draco promised.
"Additionally, I've left some trinkets at Hogwarts. If you help me find them, I'm willing to share them with you." The handwriting appeared on the notebook again.
"Trinkets?" Draco was clearly not very interested: "It's been a hundred years, ancestor. I don't think the things you left behind would still be intact."
"The secrets of Hogwarts are unimaginable, my descendant." The handwriting wrote: "The location where I've stored the secrets, surely no one has entered."
"I don't think I should take risks, after all..."
Before Draco could finish writing, the text disappeared.
It was replaced by that elegant handwriting.
"Rest assured, my descendant, are you not curious about the Merlin's Secret Treasure stored in that chamber?"
"What use is it?" Draco asked curiously.
"Aren't you curious why my level of magic spells is so outstanding?" the handwriting countered.
Following the notebook's mention of Merlin's Secret Treasure, Draco's thoughts raced in his mind.
"Are you saying, it's because of Merlin's Secret Treasure?!" Draco wrote hurriedly and messily in the notebook.
"Yes, child." The notebook answered: "It's because of this item that I have magic power far beyond my peers."
"I'll help you, ancestor." Draco said solemnly, deciding to help his ancestor fulfill this wish.
But he did not notice that while conversing with the notebook, a magic power was intentionally or unintentionally flowing along his arm into his brain.
...
Christmas at Hogwarts is less populated but not at all cheerless.
Led by Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, the students began decorating the hall with Christmas ornaments.
A group of children who stayed at school were busily adding a lot of festive atmosphere.
The Weasley twins teased Percy, saying his "P" doesn't stand for Percy, but class prefect, prompting Percy to chase them with a book.
"Today you're not allowed to hang out with the class prefects!" Fred shouted while running: "You're supposed to be with us — Christmas is a time for family reunion, you idiots!"
"Ah, youth..." Dumbledore sat on the high dais, wearing a flowered women's hat on his head.
"I bet Dumbledore must be gay," Ron whispered to Harry, "Look at that flowered women's hat...tsk-tsk."
"How could it be?" Harry scratched his head, "You can't say that just because he's wearing a women's hat, can you? What if he's just a cross-dresser? Besides, even if he were gay, as such an illustrious wizard, who would he even fancy?"
Ron didn't answer, merely shrugged, as it was just his hunch and a bit of banter.
His rat, Banban, buried its head in the Christmas feast, indulging and relaxing while digging in.
"More importantly, dude." Ron began to suggest, "After dinner, let's go outside for a snowball fight. Just now, Fred and George invited me and said you absolutely must join."
"I think we have more important things to do, Ron." Harry said quietly, "Since we received an invisibility cloak, why not explore the castle more?"
"Great idea!" Ron beamed, then his face fell: "But that cloak only holds one person; I can't join you."
"Don't worry, Ron, I can become invisible without the cloak." Harry laughed.
After getting accustomed to the eleven-year-old body, Harry's magical power had recovered somewhat; at least now he could cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself without any mishaps.
Ron was about to speak when Hedwig chirped, flying in from outside.
"It's Hedwig," Ron said, "No wonder I haven't seen her; I thought you forgot her."
"I guess she brought something for me." Harry reached out, catching the small gift box Hedwig drop-bombed.
"Is it a Christmas present? Who's it from?" Ron leaned in to ask.
Harry took the small gift box, which didn't even contain a name tag.
"I don't see a signature."
He shrugged, unwrapped the gift, and inside was a crystal-clear little bottle.
"Alright, I'd like to know who sent this."
Harry instantly recognized what this gift actually was.
It was a small bottle of Felix Felicis.