The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

"Grandfather, you taught me that loyalty needs to be consistent since childhood. Why is your attitude so ambiguous now? It's even annoying."

The hale and hearty old Foley was not angry, and looked kindly at his already slim granddaughter.

"Alice, don't be angry. I didn't mean to jump around repeatedly. Sometimes, we need to look at the problem from the overall situation. Some micro-management is just to check for the deficiencies of the loyal people."

Alice looked puzzled.

"Grandfather, what do you mean?"

Old Foley's eyes were full of nostalgia, and he took out a silver pendant from his chest.

The pendant is in the shape of a triangle, surrounded by a circle and a vertical stick, which is a combination of the Deathly Hallows.

Old Foley gently worn the pendant, and said wistfully.

"I look forward to the time when I followed Grindelwald to fight the world. Unfortunately, I am old, and Grindelwald is also old."

Then he fixedly looked at Alice.

"And the future is yours."

Alice looked at her grandfather, who was suddenly depressed, and stepped forward to help her in distress.

"Grandfather, you are still young, and you are still a handsome old man."

Old Foley was also depressed for a while, and then stretched out his hand to gently smooth his granddaughter's blue hair, with other figures reflected in his eyes.

"Back then, I lost my favorite wife and my two smartest children for the sake of ideals. At that time, I didn't complain at all. For the greatest benefit, this sacrifice is worth it."

"But the 50 years of solitude slowly made me change my mind. Whenever I saw them in my dream in the middle of the night, and whenever I went to pay homage to them in front of the grave, my noble and cold heart was gradually eaten away by shame."

"I was a selfish and cold-blooded person, until I saw you grow up and become an excellent person, which made up for my lack of family affection for many years."

"I knew right away that I was wrong. I was sorry for my wife and children, and I regretted making them sacrifice for an ideal that I don't know whether it will succeed."

Alice thought of her grandfather's love for her all these years, and she shed tears silently with Old Foley, comforting each other.

After a while, Alice asked.

"Then, then why did you support me to follow the chief, and why did you let me monitor him?"

Old Foley took out a white handkerchief, wiped away Alice's tears, and smiled with tears.

"Just because you like it."

"As for monitoring Shaw? That's not enough, but I want to know Shaw's character and planning, so that he can be guided to become someone Grindelwald can fancy."

"And all of this is just that I have taken a fancy to the remnants of the Wuzi Party. Since you like it, I will fulfill you and let you and the people you admire avoid detours."

Alice couldn't help covering her mouth, she was suddenly ashamed, her grandfather's affection for her was as high as the mountain and as deep as the sea.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, I shouldn't have..."

Old Foley waved his hand and said dotingly.

"It doesn't matter, you didn't do anything wrong. Loyalty is a beautiful virtue. I only blamed my grandfather before I didn't explain it clearly."

Afterwards, Alice began to talk about Shaw with Old Foley in detail.

Such as the establishment of the throne, the selection of talents, Shaw's hobbies and the battle at Hogwarts, etc.

Old Foley had a pensive look on his face, and his eyes flashed from time to time.

asked suddenly.

"Do you like Shaw?"

Chapter 99

Black House.

In the basement, Xiao Er is sorting out some equipment.

For example, a cloak to isolate people from detection, a wand suitable for unleashing black magic, and polyjuice potion.

And the most important thing, the general Muggle agent Albert helped to find a bunch of hair from someone who looked very similar to Voldemort when he was young.

He put everything into the ring, and when he went upstairs, Krecher came to find him.

"Master, the master in the portrait on the second floor is looking for you, he is getting angry, and he also said that he has something important to tell you."

Shaw couldn't help but touch his forehead.

Technically, Phileas Black was Shaw's great-great-great-grandfather, six generations behind.

Foreign translations have to add a long string of prefixes, so Shaw generally calls Phileas his great-grandfather.

Now the other party came back from Hogwarts and didn't know what happened.

In fact, there is an unspoken rule in the magic world in making magic portraits, that is, the original owner can inject his life experience and shape his character, but cannot inject magic experience.

This is to prevent some high-level family magic from leaking out, or to prevent misleading people from the misleading portraits that hang on public walls.

As for whether anyone violated the rules in private, it is unknown. Anyway, as a portrait that needs to be hung in the principal's office, Phileas will definitely not violate the rules.

Since he can't teach people magic, Shaw didn't bother to talk to the mean-mouthed Phileas.

Seeing Kreche looking at him eagerly, Shaw reckoned that the other party might have served Felias, after all, Kereche was really old.

The old Xiao Er wanted to support him for the rest of his life, but he dared not say anything.

But since Phileas came back from Hogwarts, maybe something really important happened.

Xiao Er thought, and went to the family tree showroom on the second floor.

Pushing open the door, there is a family tree on the wall.

Looking at the luxuriant family tree, the Black family is actually very prosperous.

It's just that the direct line is a bit miserable, and there are many burned holes in the direct line, including Sirius.

Before Xiao Erduo sighed, Filias' violent roar came from the side wall.

"Boy, are you so filial? It's really unreasonable. You didn't lift the ban last time. You are as insidious as Dumbledore. Why did you come out of the Black family...,..."

When Xiaoer came in, he added "shut your ears and listen" to yourself, and watched with great interest as Philias blew his beard and stared, and kept opening and closing his mouth.

Well, it wasn't until half an hour later that Phileas closed his mouth in a dull manner. After all, it was too boring to scold or scold, without an opponent.

He just stared at Shaw hard.

Xiao Er untied the magic, and then bowed slightly.

"Hello, great-grandfather, do you have something important to tell me?"

Felias was not in a good mood.

"Hmph, do you still know that I am your great-grandfather? You thought you defeated the Dark Lord, so your tail turned up..."

"Close your earplugs and listen."

Shaw smiled, waved his wand, and cast another spell on himself.

Phileas: .... . .

The angry Felias almost jumped out of the portrait.

He pointed at Xiao Er, his face flushed, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Xiao Er immediately revoked the spell and said kindly.

"Great-grandfather, don't be angry. We Blake are all noble people. How can we be full of bad words? Well, let's get down to business. You old man came from Hogwarts just to scold me."

Phileas took a deep breath, although he couldn't breathe anything.

"Two hours ago, I got a message from Dumbledore that he was inquiring about your mother's life experience."

"Dumbledore suspects that you have Nordic or Roman ancestry. Your eyes are not pure black, but purple black or green black. Because of the gray pupils of the Black family, it looks pure black."

"Do you know who your mother is?"

Xiao Er was stunned, is there such a thing?Why don't you know?

He quickly took out a mirror from the ring and looked at it carefully.

Looking at his deep and delicate eyes in the mirror, Xiao Er did notice something strange.

A deep purple luster flashed in the pure black pupils from time to time.

Well, it's better if it's not green.

Immediately, he admired the vicious observation of the old bee, but he had never noticed these details.

Phyllis on the wall said impatiently.

"Is it purple or green? Who the hell is your mother?"

Xiao Er didn't answer immediately, but asked first after pondering for a while.

"Great-grandfather, will you still be read by Legilimency?"

Felias froze for a moment, then said appreciatively.

"As expected of someone who can defeat Voldemort, he is very thoughtful. Don't worry, I'm not an idiot. I used the anti-peeping magic of the Black family when I injected my memory. Even Dumbledore would do it if he wanted to investigate something as important as Legilimency." not."

Xiao Er understood, thinking that although Phileas was a bit mean, he was still kind to his family.

Moreover, he had been the headmaster and was the patriarch of the oldest pure-blood family, so his experience should be quite good, so he began to ask questions without shame.

"Do you know what kind of race the purple pupils are? Have you ever heard of a person or race named Feolqin?"

In the portrait, Phileas is stroking his mustache and sinking into the search for memory.

After a long while, he said in surprise.

"The pure-blood family has always done a lot of research on the distinction between hair and eye pupils. From the injected memory, I only found one type of person with purple pupils, which is a kind of Eurasian mixed blood.

So far, the first recorded appearance of purple eyes in history was in 133 years of the Christian era, but this phenomenon can be traced back to the Nordic region in the distant Middle Ages.

It just so happens that Feoqin is the mother of Thor, the god of thunder, in the "divine system" created by the legendary wizard Odin, also known as Joode, and your name is Shor, which can also be translated as Thor.

Interesting, Regulus is such an interesting kid, he found a poor Nordic pure blood as his wife without making a fuss. "

Xiao Er heard the black lines on his forehead, and felt like vomiting for a while.

The background arranged for him by this dog system is really bloody!