At this moment, Bellatrix truly realized what a tumultuous upheaval a brief background introduction in a novel actually meant to the people living in this world.
She had only known that Dumbledore, as one of the most powerful people in the Wizarding World, had defeated Grindelwald and then Lord Voldemort, but was this really a good thing for magical families whose roots ran deep in the Wizarding World?
Were the Sacred Twenty-Eight really just for show?
Since Bellatrix was only ten years old, she was only aware of the problems facing the family, but she did not have the status to participate in them.
Listening to the Patriarch methodically arranging short-term tasks and long-term plans, she truly realized that these families could survive to this day not merely because of power, but because of the various strategies contained within.
After the meeting ended, Orion Black picked up his wand once more and chanted an unfamiliar spell.
Bellatrix felt a wave of dizziness and involuntarily grabbed the person beside her.
“Bellatrix, what is wrong with you? Are you alright?” Narcissa’s concerned voice sounded in her ear once again.
“I’m fine, just a little uncomfortable.”
“I knew it.
We were talking just fine, and suddenly you grabbed my hand,” Narcissa leaned in and asked in a low voice, “Did you secretly drink that Levitation Potion we took from the study last time?
I remember its aftereffect is a period of dizziness…”
Bellatrix was also a bit confused.
Why was everyone else fine, while she…
Wait…
No, Narcissa did not seem to remember what had just happened.
Could it be…
Did that spell also have the effect of wiping memories?
Seeing Cygnus Black glance over, she hurriedly put on the ladylike demeanor she usually displayed.
Cygnus Black gave her a suspicious look, then continued conversing with those around him, and even their mother grew busy.
At this moment, Narcissa pulled Bellatrix toward Sirius Black.
Sirius was still a little tot right now, wearing a rebellious expression on his face.
Was he always this reckless when he was little?
Feeling somewhat displeased, Bellatrix stepped forward, tugged at Sirius’s face, and forcibly pulled it into a smile.
“Dammit, Bellatrix, let go! Can’t you stop messing with me every time we meet?” He was somewhat exasperated, but mindful of the occasion, he did not make a loud fuss.
Bellatrix flashed a nasty smile, “I want to!”
Sirius rolled his eyes irritably, broke free from her hand, and ran off to the side.
Bellatrix rubbed her fingers with regret, but thinking of his wretched state in the future, she intended to tease him a few more times while he was still young; otherwise, she might not get the chance.
Then she turned to look at Narcissa, “By the way, Narcissa, where is Andy? Why have I not seen her all this time!”
“Her? She seemed to have run off to the study. Surely she will not go to Ravenclaw in the future, right? Loving books this much? Mom is going to be furious when she finds out.”
“It’s still early. I am only starting school this year, and you two still have a long time. No rush, anything is possible,” Bellatrix said soothingly.
After discussing matters, the gathering ended quickly.
And Bellatrix and the others followed Cygnus Black back to their own home.
Although they had their own Rooms in the ancestral home, normally, aside from the Patriarch’s family, no one chose to live there.
After all, the ancestral home of the House of Black always exuded an ominous magical atmosphere.
Returning to her bedroom, Bellatrix finally let out a sigh of relief—she had not been discovered.
Only then did she truly sort through her memories.
But whether due to magic or some other reason, she began to lose track of whether she was Han Rui, the failed author from her past life, or Bellatrix Black, the eldest daughter of the House of Black.
It was as if she had always been Bellatrix, growing up slowly from birth until today, when she suddenly awakened the memories of her past life.
But this was fine too; she no longer had to worry about anything.
Yet, thinking of Bellatrix’s tragic plot in her past life, she could not help frowning slightly.
However, there was still a chance.
As long as she chose not to follow Lord Voldemort starting from now, she could always live very well relying on her knowledge of the plot from her previous life.
As the saying goes: misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and blessing may conceal misfortune.
Crossing over into the world of Harry Potter was also an extremely wonderful thing for her.
After all, who among those who had read the novels had not fantasized about coming into this magical world and then displaying their own talents?
Thinking of this, she hurriedly began searching for traces of magic from the corners of her memory.
As a prominent family among the Sacred Twenty-Eight, the House of Black should have some special traits.
But she searched through all her memories and could only find a few traces regarding magic.
Even before she was eight years old, she had hardly come into contact with magic.
It was not until her accidental magic began that she received the family’s magical education for the first time.
However, the magical education of the House of Black was different from what she had imagined; there was no waving of wands, nor any practice of Charms.
Instead, starting from then, she drank a bottle of Potion on her birthday every year, followed by her mother leading her to learn various etiquettes, at most occasionally having her father, when he was free, bring her along to identify some magical items.
Cultivating her vigilance towards dangerous magical items was the biggest harvest of these years.
And since Narcissa was still young, and Andy had not started her accidental magic yet, what they received the most was still their mother’s etiquette education.
In this family, there seemed to be a strong resistance to children starting magical education too early.
She had also obliquely asked Sirius, and it was the same for him, except that he had some extra physical training.
She now had a guess: the magic in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter seemed somewhat idealistic.
Therefore, to prevent children from causing accidents with magic when their intellect was not fully developed, magical families very likely delayed true magical training.
However, these were just her guesses; the whole truth would probably have to wait until she went to Hogwarts to get an answer.
She was now very much looking forward to the upcoming term.
It was also at this time that an uninvited guest came to visit the House of Black.
Although the visitor came to see the Patriarch, Orion Black still, for some reason, had his younger brother Cygnus come over as well.
At Bellatrix’s request, she also followed and returned to the ancestral home once more.
This time, she finally saw that legendary man—Lord Voldemort.
The young him looked even more charming than a Veela; it was a magical allure originating from magic.
He was not the noseless monster of later times; instead, at this time, he exuded a sort of leadership charisma.
She was hiding in the Room, observing through the crack of the door.
With just a glance, she was shaken to her core.
She seemed to somewhat understand why the Bellatrix in the novel was so crazy about him!
But unfortunately, the present her had the soul of a man from another world.
And Lord Voldemort seemed completely oblivious, except that before leaving, he glanced in this direction.