Chapter 5: Summoning Mera, Blood Inheritance

Cole glanced at it and realized that with his current strength, it was impossible, and he could only retrieve the backpack.

By the way, check out the system redemption interface; there are a lot of good things:

- Magical Creature: Horse-shaped Water Monster - 10,000 Gold Galleons + 500 Honor Points

- Australian Opal-Eyed Baby Dragon - 10,000 Gold Galleons + 500 Honor Points

These magical creatures can appear directly on the exchange interface. As for the subsequent price, gold galleons are nothing to the Black family. On the contrary, Cole doesn't know how to obtain this family honor value.

"Host: Cottrell Black

Age: 25

Magic value: 138

Special item: Alienated glasses (obtain real biological data to prevent prying eyes)

Spells: Apparition Curse Level 7, Oblivion Curse Level 5, Blazing Curse Level 5, Quick Confinement Curse Level 4.

Special bloodline: None

Family honor value: Five hundred (reward for returning to the family)"

After receiving the system's explanation, Cole understood what the family honor value was about. Simply put, as long as the Black family develops in any way, family assets increase, or family members increase, they can obtain family honor points.

After looking at the panel, Cole realized that spell proficiency was divided into levels. From level one to level nine, the power was significantly different. The predecessor was proficient in phantom movement, indicating extensive travel experience, but there were still too few spells this time.

Cole had considerable memory skills, but the system only displayed these few. It seems that not all spells will be included.

After scrutinizing the panel, Cole felt more relieved. Spell proficiency could be increased through gold galleons, which was convenient. He planned to go to Gringotts to withdraw money later and also wanted to see how much wealth the Black family had left. After being depleted by Sirius, the expenses of the Order of the Phoenix might not be borne by the Black family. Potions and other expenses were all in gold galleons. Dumbledore, the old fox, was adept at deception.

At that moment, Cole suddenly remembered if there was another distant visitor just now?

"System, who is the distant visitor?"

"Master, I am at your service. You don't have to worry. I am completely loyal to you."

The calm voice reassured Cole. He was a bit confused. Did this system also procure prisoners for him? Was it a human or a magical animal?

Cole's curiosity peaked. "Bring them out."

"Yes, Master."

A figure materialized out of thin air and collided with Cole's bed. Fortunately, the mattress was thick, cushioning the impact.

Cole approached to get a better look and couldn't help but marvel at the Creator's work. The blonde woman, wearing a robe, possessed an exquisite figure that raised the room's temperature. She appeared disoriented, her gaze scanning the surroundings blankly.

Upon noticing Cole, she quickly got off the bed, her bare feet touching the floor as she knelt.

"I am Mera Kurich Sadri, and I greet the master."

Cole observed the woman on the ground, realizing the system had indeed brought him a captive.

"Get up, just call me Master and introduce yourself."

Mera stood up, placing her hands on her waist as she looked up at Cole.

Cole was nearly enchanted. Mera was incredibly beautiful, and her eyes, especially, seemed to convey much.

"Master, I am affiliated with Archmage Cook's Mage Tower. I am currently a third-level wizard apprentice specializing in potion studies."

Feeling Mera's magical level, Cole realized that despite the different energies of their respective worlds, they arrived at similar destinations through different paths.

"Just a moment, Kreacher."

Cole summoned the elf, who promptly appeared in the room.

"Master Cole, what are your orders?"

"Arrange a room for this young lady. Mera, you may go rest for now."

Kreacher obeyed without objection, showing no reaction to Mera's presence. As a Black family house elf, he simply followed his master's commands.

Once they left the room, Cole inquired of the system, "Why did Mera appear here? Does the system have this capability?"

"The system reminds the host to carefully review the exchange plane. Gold galleons can be exchanged for wizards. Junior wizards only require one thousand gold galleons. Furthermore, host, a family is not comprised of a single individual. Bloodline heirs are indispensable. Mera has been groomed as a mage since childhood. She is also a noble with the bloodline of the Shadow Snake."

Cole, having glanced back at the redemption panel, marveled at the bargain. A junior wizard was almost on par with an ordinary adult wizard, quite a deal.

"And? Isn't it common for wizards to have the blood of magical creatures? The Gaunt family possesses Parseltongue."

"Host, you must understand that not all wizard bloodlines are immediately apparent. The bloodline in Mera's body can be inherited. Furthermore, the Shadow Snake is a level three dangerous creature. It can rival a plane mage when mature. This information was gleaned from an archmage."

Cole acknowledged that the system was not altruistic. Appropriation seemed to be in line with a mage's nature. Thankfully, he wasn't a saint, merely a fellow with similar inclinations. The system aligned with Cole's character.

"Alright, I understand."

Why labor so ardently for him to secure heirs and enrich the Black family? Cole wasn't a monk.

He rose, departing the room and attracting considerable attention in the corridor. Evidently, the elder Blacks had already taken notice of Mera.

According to Black family tradition, shouldn't they disdain mixed-race wizards?

Amidst the admiring gazes of the ancestors, Cole realized Mera's bloodline was extraordinary. Judging by her demeanor, appearance, and aristocratic air, the elders believed her to be a pure-blood noble.

Descending the stairs, Cole noticed Mrs. Black's portrait veiled, uninterested in reprimanding her.

He strode to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and emerged in Diagon Alley.

Soot billowed from the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron as Cole emerged, coughing. His once-impeccable wizard robe now dust-covered.

"Clean up."

He wielded his wand, cleansing himself, ignoring the patrons in the bar. Voldemort had fallen, yet many still frequented the establishment, albeit speaking in hushed tones. The purge of Death Eaters was ongoing.