Leaky Cauldron

[Ding Host has finally been accepted by Hogwarts. From now on, the system won't release rewards other than yearly missions, training and being used as a status to determine how much magic power one has]

Malach couldn't help but pout at the system, but this change had been looming for some time. After all, the system had been his primary source of income, alongside his rigorous magical practice to boost his magic capacity.

However, there was a silver lining. During his practice, Malach had discovered a faster method to augment his magical prowess through the system. This diligent effort had enabled him to amass more magical reserves than most children his age.

To check his status, all Malach had to do was think about it, and the information would appear in his mind's eye. He once asked the system if anyone else could see this data, but the system had assured him that it remained private, visible only to him and the system's elusive creator.

Curiosity had led Malach to inquire about the system's creator, but the response was a mystery—no one knew except that there was indeed a creator.

With a simple thought, Malach summoned his status, which displayed the following:

Malach Slytherin

Age: 11 years old (Months omitted)

Birthday: January 4th

Identity: The True Heir Of Slytherin (Tom isn't the true heir, as previously explained)

Bloodline: Slytherin (Purity: 100%)

Magic Level: 26

Magic Items: None

Charms Talent: 10 (Ideation)

Transfiguration Talents: 11 (Ancestor)

Divination Talent: 10 (Ideation)

Black Magic Talent: 11 (Ancestor)

Potion Talent: 11 (Ancestor)

Ancient Rune Talent: 10 (Ideation)

Defense Against The Dark Arts Talent: 11 (Founder)

Bloodline Talent: Parseltongue

Patronus: Basilisk (Locked)

Magical Pet: Basilisk

Spells: Lumos, Stupefy, Alohomora, etc.

Chat Function (Locked)

Malach had put immense effort into enhancing his magical prowess. When his bloodline had awakened, his hair had taken on a shade of dark green, though his eyes retained their bright, sunny hue of gold.

Curious about the transformation, Malach had consulted his mother, who suggested that it might be linked to the purity of his bloodline. The true answers, she informed him, would come from Gringotts when they visited.

Intriguingly, every PureBlood had an inheritance ring, typically received upon starting magical education. In the Gryffindor family, it happened upon enrolling at Hogwarts. These rings had a unique purpose—to grant the heir magical spells or potion knowledge from their ancestors, contingent upon the purity of their bloodline. However, as bloodlines became diluted, full activation of these rings became a rare occurrence. The rings' color, often green for Slytherins, represented the family's status and heritage. Depending on family characteristics and house placements at Hogwarts, the rings' colors might change.

Malach had studied these processes from books and his mother's explanations. In Gringotts, a magical tree recorded blood ties, family relations, blood feuds, and neutrality between families, offering valuable insights into their intricate connections.

The Hufflepuffs, in particular, upheld their commitment to nature, ensuring balance and protection for those with a certain blood purity. Ruth, with her remarkable 95% blood purity, shared the same lifespan as her family members. Her blood, a bright light green, contrasted with Malach's dark, almost black, blood infused with dark green.

In a pact with Malach as their leader, the noble families aspired to attain a 100% blood purity, a rare achievement in their lineage. Such a pledge, once they reached it, symbolized unwavering loyalty to his line—an extraordinary commitment not seen since the days of their ancestors when Helga Hufflepuff led them.

As Malach lay on his bed, contemplating his magical journey, he eagerly anticipated the discovery of new wands and magical wonders that awaited him in this enchanting world. He longed to explore uncharted magical paths and forge his own destiny.

Nonetheless, he realized that their visit to Diagon Alley was approaching, and it was time to prepare.

1989, July 31st

On this momentous day, Malach and Veronica gathered in the living room, ready for their journey to Diagon Alley. As they readied themselves, anticipation filled the air.

"Malach, take my hand. We're going to Apparate outside The Leaky Cauldron. This might be a bit overwhelming for you at first, but you'll get used to it," Veronica advised.

Malach firmly grasped Veronica's hand, and with a shared intent, they Apparated to the exterior of The Leaky Cauldron. Although such actions were not favored by the Ministry due to potential Muggle exposure, it was acceptable here, thanks to the Muggle-repelling charm around the establishment.

Upon arrival, Malach felt a wave of nausea, his face paling momentarily. However, his remarkable magical abilities quickly restored his equilibrium, swiftly dispelling the discomfort.

As he regained his composure, Malach, with Veronica by his side, entered The Leaky Cauldron. The bar seemed unusually vibrant, likely due to the impending school season. Curious gazes from some patrons greeted them.

"Veronica Slytherin, are you passing through on your way to Diagon Alley with your son today?" Tom, the bar owner, warmly greeted them while casting an admiring glance at Malach. "What a charming child, he has his father's eyes and your beauty."

Veronica graciously acknowledged the compliment, although her demeanor remained composed. "Thank you for your kind words. But today, I'm not here for business. We can discuss potential Leaky Cauldron branches another time."

Tom nodded in agreement and addressed the patrons, requesting they make way for Veronica to access the passage to Diagon Alley.

Resuming their journey, Malach and Veronica moved through the bar's back area, where only a trash can and some weeds were visible. Veronica extracted her wand from her robe and tapped the wall in a precise pattern.

"Malach, remember to tap here with your wand, and count three up and two across for future visits on your own," she reminded him.

As the wall began to shift, it unveiled the magical spectacle of Diagon Alley. Malach gazed ahead with unbridled excitement, and Veronica couldn't help but smile at her son's sheer enthusiasm.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley, dear," she said warmly.