HP Approaches the Magic World

Jon came to the dinner table with huge questions and was restless.

He is indeed a little afraid that his father is a little green man, and of course he is also afraid that he has a father who comes from a pure-blood family.

Or, was he actually adopted?

Oh, my God.

Jon's mind was spinning rapidly, trying to think about which family among the twenty-eight sacred families had significant characteristics that could match his, as well as another very serious matter.

In his impression, excluding the thin pure-blood families like his grandmother's family, there is almost no pure-blood family in Hogwarts that is not related to Slytherin, except for the Weasley family.

He's certainly not a Weasley, at least his hair is black.

God knows, he doesn't want to have anything to do with the Slytherin family of pure-blood wizards.

Perhaps noticing that her grandson was a little embarrassed, Mrs. Carolina blinked at her daughter. Then the elegant old lady took out an exquisite small wooden box from under the table and gave it to Jon with a wave of her hand. before.

"My dear, we haven't officially congratulated you on becoming a new student at Hogwarts."

Jon glanced at the box in front of him, feeling that there was a very big secret hidden inside.

He ignored the box, just put it aside, raised the wine glass, touched it with his grandmother from a distance, and took a sip of the watermelon juice inside.

"Why don't you open it and take a look? It's a pretty nice gift."

Mrs. Carolina smiled.

Jon became increasingly uneasy. What was in the box - or the truth - to him was Schrödinger's cat. As long as he didn't open it, he wouldn't know the final result.

"I think it would be better to wait until after dinner to go back to the room to watch, so that there may be a bit of mystery."

Mrs. Carolina laughed, but Mrs. Smith turned her head and motioned for Jon to open the box.

I have to listen to my mother's orders. After all, no matter who the father is, there will definitely be no problem with my mother.

Jon reluctantly picked up the box, ready to accept the final result.

"Does father know about this?"

Before opening the box, he still wanted to make sure whether the truth touched his bottom line.

"Open it, dear Jon."

Mr. Smith obviously did not understand what his son meant. He replied: "I just learned about this. To be honest, I am as shocked as you."

That is to say, his guess is actually correct?

But why do you say this with a smile, father? Is this something worth being happy about?

Jon was a little surprised and confused, but he didn't show it.

He is not really a child after all, and some emotions can be handled very well.

Then he gently turned the knob on the box and opened the box.

Very good, there are several stacked papers inside, which have become a little yellowed because they have been stored for a long time.

Could it be a letter left to him by his father whom he had never met?

Jon opened these pieces of paper with slightly trembling hands, mustered up great courage to read them once, then put the papers down silently, and looked at his mother with inquiring eyes.

He didn't understand.

But one thing is obvious, this is not a letter, but something like a contract.

"This is the title deed to the Smith family's old house, which is the old house next door to the manor."

The person who explained aloud was not Mrs. Lynn Smith, but Mr. Smith who was sitting next to her.

And his tone rose, obviously excited: "I just found out today that the Smith family was once a wizard family, but they haven't become wizards for several generations. But Jon, my proud son,

You have inherited the wizarding bloodline of our Smith family and become a new little wizard. From today on, our family's old house and Gringotts' treasury will be yours."

Jon: "?"

It sounds pretty awesome, but I just didn’t quite understand it.

Fortunately, Mrs. Carolina is a considerate old lady. She promptly explained to her grandson: "The Smith family was a wizarding family a few generations ago. Our two families lived together at that time, but I don't know why.

A few generations ago, the wizarding bloodline of the Smith family was suddenly cut off. Even if they married other pure-blood wizarding families, no children with magical powers were born. This phenomenon continued until your father, your grandfather, and I discussed it and decided

Try it again, I didn’t expect you to actually inherit the wizard bloodline again.”

...This is really incredible news.

"Okay, let me sort it out. My father is actually a descendant of a pure-blood wizard family. In order to awaken the wizard blood in the family, he chose to marry his mother. Is that right?"

"Simply put, yes."

Mr. Smith nodded: "But your mother and I really love each other. We didn't know about this before. I thought you just inherited your mother's wizard blood."

What a coincidence, he thought so too.

With the previous series of terrifying conjectures triggered by Bella's foreshadowing, this answer, although it sounds unbelievable, is more acceptable to Jon.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith were very satisfied with their son's acceptance. The expected surprise did not appear, which made them very happy.

"Then, this matter is settled. I will contact someone to renovate the old house tomorrow. You can live at grandma's house for a few days, and then you can move in. You may not be used to living alone. Maybe you can invite

Bella, go live together."

"What?"

Jon suspected that he had been under a forgetting spell. Why couldn't he remember when he agreed to this matter? And: "Why should I go there and live by myself? Aren't you two going to stay with me?"

"This, I'm afraid, won't work."

Mr. Smith looked embarrassed: "You know, my parents both work, so it's more convenient to live in Greenwich. And it's good to live here alone. I heard your mother say that you can just live here."

You can use magic freely, and people from the Ministry of Magic will not send you a warning letter."

Yes, I know all this!

Jon suspected that his father was not telling the truth, and asked again: "But my mother's job doesn't require her to go to work! It's okay to let her live here with me."

"Don't worry, Jon."

This time it was not Mrs. Smith who spoke, but Aunt May who had been silent. The middle-aged witch said in a gentle voice: "Auntie will take good care of you. The wizarding bloodline has finally reappeared in your family. I miss your father."

Mom needs to give you some younger brothers and sisters."

“?!”