Chapter 227 Forgotten Heritage
Far away from home, the disposition of destiny...
It was truly a naive notion for
a girl of eleven or twelve, even if she herself was a fearsome vampire.
If destiny was truly so fickle, the odds were that she would not find the person of prophecy who could help her family out of trouble, but because she had not sucked blood in a long time, it was more likely that she would faint from hunger, or die of starvation, or be discovered, identified as a vampire, and finally detained in Azkaban.
Evan believed this should be his fate.
Now as the time was approaching the early hours of the morning, the Christmas Carnival in Diagon Alley was about to end. At that moment, she could only remain alone in this dark alley, waiting for the person who was doomed to never appear...
Evan wanted to help, but he didn't know what to do.
He couldn't take the girl back to the Leaky Cauldron pub and tell Lupin and Sirius that he had accidentally picked up a vampire girl. Even though she was in such a sorry state, he couldn't just take her back, hoping they wouldn't tell anyone else.
Regardless of whether Lupin and Sirius agreed, the current scene didn't quite fit that. He was bound there by the magic of this girl.
Looking at the situation, it was he who needed help.
What would Hermione think when she returned and saw this scene?
Furthermore, the girl had just said that she wouldn't leave until she found the man. During this time, she apparently regarded Evan only as a conversational companion.
Or more precisely, a conversational companion, and a reserve of food, which could be consumed at any time.
She was now enduring hunger and resisting the temptation of his blood. When she became too hungry and could not restrain herself, she would not need to worry about anything else. She would simply sink her teeth into Evan's neck and drink his blood. That's what a vampire would do.
Thinking of that, Evan shuddered.
In any case, his best course of action to help the girl was to find the person mentioned in the prophecy as soon as possible, or find a way to escape from there.
"You are too naive. There are at least a few thousand wizards in Diagon Alley. There is no way to find him. It is impossible to determine which one he is. The person mentioned in your family's prophecy should have a more specific description, for example, a condition to fulfill..."
"Since he can help my family out of difficulties, he must be a very powerful wizard." The girl blinked with her wine-red eyes.
Recalling, she said: "I heard from my uncle that the prophecy mentioned the person would carry an object inherited from an ancestor of the family a thousand years ago, which would prove his identity."
"Who was the ancestor from a thousand years ago?" Evan paused for a moment wondering who the girl was talking about. Could it be a vampire from a thousand years ago?
"Salazar Slytherin," the girl softly mentioned a name.
"What?"
If he weren't bound with chains, Evan would have jumped in his place.
He looked at the girl in astonishment. Salazar Slytherin was his ancestor. How could that be? How could Slytherin be a vampire?
It was simply absurd. It was widely known that the only surviving descendants of the Slytherins were the Gaunts, an ancient pure-blood family famous for their unrest and irritability.
To maintain the so-called pure-bloodline, they had been marrying their close relatives for generations.
That was until Voldemort's mother, Merope Gaunt, who did not marry her brother or another pure-blood wizard, but fell in love with a Muggle, Tom Riddle Sr. She charmed him with the Love Potion, married him, and eventually gave birth to Voldemort.
Voldemort is the sole successor of Salazar, and this is what makes him most proud.
Now it seems ridiculous that a vampire girl from God knows where claims that Salazar Slytherin was her family ancestor.
"Salazar Slytherin was one of the founders of Hogwarts. Everyone knows all about him. He can't be a vampire!"
Evan stared at the girl intently. His voice was filled with doubt.
Slytherin had almost everything to do with snakes. Like Voldemort, his descendants were almost all Parseltongue speakers, but had nothing to do with vampires.
Seeing Evan's expression, the girl knew he didn't believe her and hastily argued: "Salazar is not a vampire himself, but our family is indeed a direct descendant of Slytherin. If you don't believe me, you can look at my wand!"
She awkwardly rolled up her sleeves and pulled out the short wand.
Evan noticed that within her wide sleeve, there was a special slot for the wand. The design was quite ingenious. If the alignment was correct, he could simply place the wand in it and pull it out as a surprise.
He examined the wand closely and couldn't discern why it seemed strangely familiar to him.
"Look at this!" The girl leaned towards Evan with the tip of her wand. It almost touched his eyes. "This is the emblem of my family."
Evan saw a strange pattern carved on the girl's wand. It was the emblem of the Slytherin family, a snake shaped like the letter S.
But it was different. In the upper right corner of the letter, there was something resembling a bat.
"This is also the emblem of the Slytherin family, and my wand is made mimicking Salazar's own wand." The girl explained, "In the family, the wand he used before was preserved for over a thousand years; I've seen it, it's a..."
"A silver wand, similar in shape to this one, with many tiny red lines on it, about ten inches long!" murmured Evan.
The handsome young wizard dressed in an ancient style in dark green resurfaced before him, holding the stunning silver-white wand.
Last year, Evan traveled back a thousand years to Hogwarts and saw Salazar in person in the Slytherin closet, with the wand in his hand.
The wand looked so special that it left a deep impression on him.
Evan was amazed. No wonder he always felt that the girl's wand was familiar. It was originally crafted imitating Slytherin's wand.
That being said, the words she had just spoken were true; she was indeed a direct descendant of Slytherin. The descendants of Salazar Slytherin inherited the objects he carried with him during his life, such as rings and medallions. There was no reason why the most important wand would not be inherited.
Though unbelievable, it was a fact.
A thousand years is too long a period, and anything could happen.
From Slytherin's own characteristics, it was not impossible for one of his descendants to become a vampire through the "First Embrace" to gain more strength.
This descendant vanished from the world due to their taboo status as a vampire, but their descendants have been lurking in the shadows to this day.