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"I'm more interested how the culprit managed to turn Filch into stone with everyone save the Golden Trio in the Great Hall." Intervened Morag. "Unless it was Longbottom and his accomplices all along."
"Perhaps a time-delayed spell?" Suggested Nigel, choosing the former rather than the latter. No surprise, he was sleeping next to Longbottom and his friends. If the Boy-Who-Lived was really behind the attack, Nigel was not exactly in the best position possible.
"Or a Rune-based trap?" Added Alexandra. "I threw a look about this book last week..." Her voice trailed off as the daughter of Lily Potter reflected that last week Hogwarts had been somewhat at peace and the Powers of Magic had been just legend. Sometimes Alexandra acknowledged, the rhythm of revelations shattering her existence was both a blessing and a curse.
"Well, if you help me searching in these books, it will be far easier to see who's the Heir and how he did it." Huffed Hermione, who stubbornly in good Gryffindor held firmly her position in the face of contrary ideas.
"You want to search the genealogy of Salazar Slytherin?" Asked Morag. Seeing Hermione nod positively, Morag continued. "I can spare you the effort, Hermione. The last descendants of Salazar Slytherin were House Gaunt."
"You said 'were'. Does that mean?"
"The House has been declared extinct officially by the Wizengamot in the 1940s." Confirmed the MacDougal Heiress. "Not that it was a great loss. The Gaunts became famous in the nineteenth century to marry between cousins so frequently they made the inbreeding of House Black minor in comparison. At one point I think they were nicknamed...err, no it's not a name best named repeated in public."
"Disgusting." Declared Hermione, her prominent teeth shining when the brown-haired girl groaned in disapproval.
"Well, they paid for it." Said Morag, rolling her shoulders in amusement. "By the end, they were so poor they had only their pure-blood belief left to them. All their alliances had been broken because they believed every noble family was beneath them. As they were violent and practised the Dark Arts, the Ministry was watching them with a very bad eye...the last members died at Azkaban and their House found its end."
"But there could be other Heirs?" Asked Nigel timidly.
"Possible." Alexandra shrugged as she put her last touches on this irritating Transfiguration conclusion. "After, Zacharias Smith is a direct descendant from Helga Hufflepuff. Who knows how many persons in the school can trace their lineage to the Founders?"
"I heard one tale from my father, once." Said Nigel. "Four heirs of the Founders could nominate the Headmaster of Hogwarts."
"Just a good legend with no basis in reality." Said Morag. "The Board of governors is fully in control of this nomination."
"But if it was true?" Asked Hermione in an interested tone.
"Then...nothing." Said Alexandra. "There is no Heir of Ravenclaw."
"How can you be sure?"
Morag and Alexandra exchanged a glance. While not exactly a taboo subject outside Ravenclaw Tower, the point was not exactly discussed when other Houses were able to hear it. This was not a happy story after all.
"The ghost of our House is called the Grey Lady. But when she was alive, her name was Helena. Helena Ravenclaw." The two Gryffindors widened their eyes in realisation. "She was Rowena Ravenclaw's sole and only daughter, and she died without children."
"Oh." Said Hermione, deflating under the disappointment. "And Gryffindor?"
"Morag?" Alexandra did not bother turning her head in direction of her housemate.
"The problem with Gryffindor is not who are his descendants. It's rather who is not."
"What?" This one Hermione had not see coming. Not a surprise, this was never published in the books printed in this century.
"Godric Gryffindor, in spite of the propaganda by Dumbledore and the Light Party sprouts, was a womaniser without equal and delighted in adulterate relationships. He loved spending his nights with women... and the women loved spending their nights with him. I would not be surprised if he had one child per magical village of Britain before he died at the ripe old age of 174. There may be thousands of witches and wizards who can trace their lineage back to him nowadays. "
"Back to the subject ladies, please." Said Nigel as Hermione looked ready to throw to the throat of Morag for having the temerity to criticize the memory of Godric Gryffindor. "To sum up, we have no idea who could be the Heir of Slytherin?"
"Nope." Said Alexandra cheerfully. "We don't even know if it's a real Heir or just a fake."
"There are still ways to investigate." Proposed Hermione, definitely averse to wait for the storm to pass. "Professor Binns said Salazar Slytherin was a wizard who wanted to exclude the Muggle-borns and those he deemed not worthy to use magic. If we make a list about the Slytherins who follows these ideas, we will have potential suspects."
"You're thinking about Malfoy." Said Morag.
"Yes." Affirmed forcefully Hermione. "When he discovered the scene, it was like he knew beforehand something had happened."
"I don't follow you there." Alexandra told while closing her eyes and channelling a bit of magic through her arm to activate her wand in small green sparks. "Malfoy is a buffoon and the shame of Slytherin House. Oh and he's also a coward. Each time he's attacked, he goes hiding behind the robes of Professor Snape. Doing a petrifaction of the caretaker during the Halloween Feast requires planning, magical skill in the Dark Arts, subtlety and ruthlessness. All things this little blonde daddy-boy completely lacks or Longbottom and the Golden Trio would not succeed so many times in pranking him."
Her three friends studying with her not protesting this description, the Potter Heiress assumed her judgement of Draco Malfoy was not completely off the mark.
"He could still be aware of something." Objected Hermione, although her tone was not transpiring confidence.
"Or he is an idiot which doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut." Indicated Alexandra, not bothering to hide which version she though the most likely. "Anyway, we're going to be rapidly fixed about this whole mess, I think."
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