When she reappeared on the Hogwarts Express, Bellatrix truly realized that her first year had already ended.
Unlike the plot of Harry Potter’s story, her first year wasn’t filled with so much bloodshed and turmoil; instead, it appeared exceptionally calm, with each day simply spent swimming in the magical world.
Truly stepping into the world of magic made Bellatrix realize why Wizards are somewhat extraordinary in many fairy tales.
From her perspective, the various forms of rational education in the reality of her past life were inappropriate.
In this world, magic is a counter-intuitive existence; it is much more idealistic and even more mysterious.
For instance, she found that the most magical course was neither Charms nor Potions, but rather Transfiguration.
If she still retained that rational and logical cognition, it would be hard for her to imagine how to turn a lifeless object into a living life.
Although this state required magic to maintain.
In this magic school named Hogwarts, many of the things taught were a kind of mindset, a contact with magic.
She suddenly thought of why, in the original novels, many of The Graduate who left Hogwarts experienced a severe decline in their strength; now thinking about it, they might have given up embracing the world of magic.
Although they were still Wizards, from Bellatrix’s perspective now, they were probably just Muggles who knew a couple of Charms.
Then, as for why the status of the Sacred Twenty-Eight was so transcendent, she also guessed one reason: these wizarding families still retained a magical environment, which prevented their magic abilities from declining in daily life, thereby allowing them to become powerful individuals with real strength.
She thought of the Weasley Family again.
Although they were called the shame of the pure-bloods, no one ever said they weren’t a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, not even the harsh Malfoy.
And the fact that the Weasley could become the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix wasn’t just because they had many children.
Thinking about it this way, everything linked together.
Bellatrix had been pondering these questions before getting off the train; after all, on the train, there was no way to conduct her own experiments.
As soon as she got off the train, a young girl pounced over, and Bellatrix caught her in a hug.
“Narcissa, what’s wrong?” Bellatrix asked gently, lowering her head.
“Bellatrix, you hardly ever write to me. You only wrote to me when we first started school, and ever since Christmas, you haven’t come home nor have you written to me!” the little girl accused her of her indifference.
At this moment, Bellatrix realized that after Christmas, her experiments had been going smoothly, and she had somewhat neglected her contact with home.
She was just about to lower her head and comfort the little girl a bit when her father Cygnus walked over at a leisurely pace.
“Narcissa, I remember telling you that when you are out, you must maintain aristocratic etiquette… Learn from your sister!”
The chanting voice flowed out smoothly, but it made Narcissa—that is, the later Narcissa Black—stiffen her body and then adjust her posture.
Then, Cygnus looked at Bellatrix and nodded with satisfaction, “I heard from Professor Slughorn that you did very well. I heard you got almost all O’s this academic year and didn’t disgrace the House of Black.”
Bellatrix also slightly curtsied, “I always bear in mind the glory of the House of Black.”
In fact, Bellatrix was already starting to grow tired of these boring social etiquettes.
The more she came into contact with magic, the more obsessed she became with the wonders of magic.
She was somewhat impatient with these useless things; after all, only the power grasped in her own hands truly belonged to herself.
In this regard, she somewhat understood Lord Voldemort’s philosophy.
However, fortunately, her mature soul told her that when one lacked the ability to rebel against the rules, obeying the commands of the strong was also a form of wisdom.
Cygnus then turned around and didn’t say anything more.
And Bellatrix followed behind, quietly holding Narcissa’s hand, “Narcissa, why didn’t Andy come?”
Bellatrix was somewhat puzzled.
Although she was closest to her youngest sister Narcissa, she also had a very good relationship with her second sister Andy.
The fact that Andy didn’t come to pick her up this time still left her slightly puzzled.
Narcissa glanced at their father, then said quietly, “Andy was grounded by Father… A while ago, she took Sirius to play and accidentally broke into a Room in the ancestral home. I heard there were some very ‘important’ things inside, and then Father flew into a rage and grounded Andy, while Sirius was also grounded by Orion…”
It seemed that the things in that Room were truly important, or dangerous.
After all, although Andy didn’t have any special status in the House of Black, Sirius was widely guessed to be the heir most likely to inherit the House of Black. Get faster updates on g.com.
Ordinary matters wouldn’t reach the point of being grounded.
However, Bellatrix didn’t ask in detail; after all, they were outside, and she could just ask when they got home.
Returning home this time, after heading out, they once again found a secluded corner and used a portkey.
The last time they came to London using a portkey, Bellatrix hadn’t felt anything, but this time, she could seemingly vaguely feel an invisible magical fluctuation surrounding them.
Speaking of which, according to what was written in the novels, using a portkey should feel like a hook catching you by the navel and dragging you along, but she had used it several times without feeling anything.
When she asked Narcissa, it was the same.
While at Hogwarts, she had even specifically looked up some materials and only then learned that this must be a high-end item made by themselves.
Eliminating those discomforts caused the cost to increase significantly.
And clearly, the House of Black didn’t care about this tiny expense.
Returning home, Bellatrix had a meal together with her parents.
At the dining table, she saw Andy, who was rumored to be grounded.
However, Andy didn’t seem to have any complaints; she didn’t know whether Andy knew she was wrong or whether…
At the dining table, Cygnus inquired about her studies, and she told him everything she could share.
After mentioning that she was relatively good at Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions, Cygnus’s eyes lit up slightly.
Especially upon hearing that she showed a relaxed state in her study of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he became all the more satisfied.
“Alright, Bellatrix, after you finish eating in a moment, come with me to the study.” He ended the conversation at the dining table.
After arriving at the study with him, Bellatrix realized that it seemed he was going to teach her advanced knowledge.
Sure enough, Cygnus entered that mysterious Room once more by himself, then brought out two very thick notebooks.
“Bellatrix, you are already able to learn new knowledge. Take these to read first; if there is anything you don’t understand, you can come and ask me. Tell me when you have mastered everything in these two books.”
He handed the books over, and then Bellatrix felt a strong aura of the Dark Arts emanating from the two books.
She nodded and returned to her Room with the books.