Hogwarts: Start with A Divorce and Marry Hermione Backhanded

The Foley family.

One of the twenty-eight Holy Blood families in the group of sunless wizards.

The family has lived for generations on a manor in the village of Foley in Hampshire.

As the Foley family, who have always been known as Potions Masters.

He is even more famous for his connections and wealth.

Even when the Dark Lord wreaked havoc twice, the castle had never experienced any catastrophe.

But today the atmosphere in this castle is serious.

Some of the elf servants were also in a hurry, not as cheerful as before.

Braun is six years old today.

There was no magic riot yet, and to be honest Albert, I was a little worried about him. ”

A beautiful woman in a purple robe said with some concern.

The tall, thin, pale-skinned man beside her looked gloomy when he heard her words, and the hooked nose of the eagle also made this face look more and more fierce.

But the words of the woman are agreed.

After nodding slightly, the man said indifferently:

"Wait, if Braun hasn't awakened his magic when he is nine.

Then we would have to send him to the Muggle world to live with my useless brother. ”

"He's still so young..."

The woman's words were interrupted before she could finish speaking.

"Millie, you need to know.

A Squib is not suitable for life in the wizarding world.

Living in the Muggle world was good for him and for us. ”

A young child hides outside the house and listens to his parents as if he doesn't understand, not knowing what this means.

However, he looked at his parents' expressions and knew that they were not very happy at the moment.

Three years later...

A grand ball is being held in the halls of Foley Manor.

It's just compared to the suits and leather shoes in a normal ball.

The men and women at this dance are not to wear elaborate robes.

Otherwise, the clothes on his body have a strong medieval style.

In short, all this seems a little out of place with modern society.

It's not just weirdly dressed guests at the ball.

Even the other things in the hall seemed weird.

Piano to play yourself.

A skeleton playing a violin.

The plate that fills automatically after eating...

All this indicates that this is not a dance party for ordinary people.

The ball was held for the birthday of Braun Foley, the heir to the Foley family.

The protagonist is the little boy dressed in medieval aristocratic clothes and sitting at the table obediently.

"Albert, Braun finally magically rioted... Our son is not a Squib! ”

Watching as his son suddenly roared, a strange change began to appear in the air around him.

Millie pulled down her husband next to her with some excitement.

Tears also fell from the corners of his eyes.

In contrast, the husband beside her is much more indifferent.

Just looking at his trembling hands, I knew that he was not as calm as he seemed.

The people around the dance also stopped.

Observing with interest the silly son of the Foley family.

It's just that it didn't take long for these people to lose interest one by one.

His face also became strange.

This is because.

Nothing has changed in the house.

Oh no, yes.

A candle on the table was extinguished.

Other than that, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Wow..."

A man in a robe couldn't help but laugh.

But he quickly covered his mouth.

Although the Foley family has begun to decline in momentum now, it is not as strong as it once was.

But it's still not something he can provoke.

It's just that this time it didn't calm down as he thought, and everyone quickly calmed down.

Rather, with his laughter.

Wizards in the hall.

Began to whisper in each other's ears:

"It seems that the Foley family is no longer good..."

"That's right, not only is the current head of the family a man without potions talents, his son is even so weak in Magic Riot.

It is conceivable that the magic power in the future will definitely not be strong. ”

"This magic is slightly stronger than a squib."

"Looks like Foley is finished!"

"What a disgrace to the pure-blood family!"

“......”

Representative Foley turned a deaf ear to the chatter around him.

It's just that the face is as dark as the bottom of the pot.

I was glad that my son was able to magically riot instead of a squib.

At this moment, it has also disappeared.

Because the power generated by Braun's magic riot is so low.

Even if you become a wizard in the future, you will not achieve much.

"Mr. Foley, I'll leave first if I still have business..."

A richly dressed couple said with a smile at Old Foley.

Mr. Foley didn't speak, just nodded.

Seeing the couple's departure, the wizards in the hall seemed to have received a signal.

One by one, they are all ready to say goodbye.

But at this time, a little girl's voice made everyone who wanted to leave stop:

"Dad, I don't want to marry such a waste!"

"Shut up! Pansy! ”

"No, I won't!"

"His magic is as weak as a squib!"

"Shut me up!"

The tall and stout man yelled at his daughter.

Then to the terrible Foley with a gloomy face:

"Mr. Foley, Pansy is still too young to understand.

But I think it's better not to force together if the children don't want to.

You say that? ”

Although the man's tone appeared respectful, the meaning of the words was not so respectful.

"Are you going to quit marriage?

Are you turning your back on a holy marriage?

Is it? Parkinson 's? ”

Mr. Foley's voice squeezed out of his teeth.

Looking at the man's eyes also became unkind.

What a humiliating thing to be divorced in public.

It won't be long before this gets moved to the Daily Prophet.

But what can he do about that?

In the wizarding world, the fist is the truth.

His own son's magic is so low...

"I guess this marriage is not sacred.

After all, your son... But what a genius.

My daughter doesn't deserve it. ”

The man said with a bit of a sneer, as if he had completely removed his mask at this moment.

The words are also domineering.

There is no humility at all.

"Well, dear Mr. Foley.

Please consider this matter.

Let's go first! ”

First performed a wizarding etiquette, and then pulled his daughter by the head and left without looking back. *