Hogwarts genius wizard

"Crack" the door opened.

"Hi Alan, see you tomorrow!"

"Crow, see you tomorrow!"

"Son, see what Dad brought back for you?"

Allen came back with a flushed face, reeking of alcohol.

William did not like the smell of alcohol very much.

I hate drunks even more.

"Ahhh!"

So he fidgeted with his hands and feet again, howling directly.

Catherine hugged William and walked a few steps away,

After confirming that William was quiet, he yelled at Allen, "Allen, stay away from my son."

Allen, who was holding a few toys, looked aggrieved.

"Honey, I just want to give him some toys."

Catherine snorted coldly: "William was watching TV, but you made him cry when you came!"

Allen waved the doll a few times.

But William didn't look at him at all, instead staring at the TV.

It seems that the financial preaching of the Iron Lady is far more interesting than rag dolls.

Allen was very helpless after being bored.

"Well, I was wrong, my son doesn't like this kind of toy that girls like."

Catherine corrected: "It's wine, he doesn't like the smell of wine on you."

Allen twitched his lips.

"How can a man not drink?"

"Honey, William will know when he grows up..."

Catherine glared at her husband and was very displeased with his words.

No mother likes her husband to be drunk, let alone teach her son to be bad.

Allen had to raise his hands in surrender.

Quickly enter the bathroom on the second floor to take a shower, or you won't be able to sleep at night.

He came back drunk a few times before, but because of William's "protest", he couldn't sleep in the bedroom.

A stream of warm water emerges from the nozzle.

Allen wiped his body with soap while thinking about toys.

"I don't like dolls."

"How can any child not like dolls?"

Allen suddenly remembered something.

"Maybe he'll like that thing."

"Where did I put it?"

"Looks like an attic?"

Allen tried his best to recall the past, but it is a pity that more than ten years have passed, and the toys he lost when he was young have long been lost by him.

The next day, after Allen got up in the morning, he got into the attic.

"What is Alan doing?"

Sitting on the dining room sofa in front of the fireplace in the hall on the first floor, William's grandfather asked while biting bread.

Catherine put down her fork and said, "He said he wanted to find one of his favorite toys."

William sat obediently on Catherine's lap, drinking a bottle of milk.

He looked at the beef on the table with envy.

But my deciduous teeth haven't come out yet.

Not to mention eating meat, even millet porridge will not work.

"Toy?"

The old man shook his head.

"Those toys of his have long since rotted."

Catherine said happily: "William doesn't need toys, he likes reading books and watching TV."

He lowered his head and touched William's little face with his right hand.

William turned his head and raised his right hand to push away the annoying big hands.

"Yeah!"

The child's annoying voice made Catherine laugh.

The old man couldn't help but smile too.

After drinking two bottles of milk, William had nothing to do, looking at the newspaper in Catherine's hand.

Most of the English knew him, but he didn't.

It's more about jumping and reading, and looking at the pictures by the way.

After the bread was completely cold, Alan walked down the curved steps.

"William, what is this?"

Allen held up a cross sword.

William looked curiously at the dagger in his hand.

This sword is completely different from normal iron swords.

It's too small.

The blade is only a few centimeters wide and half a meter long.

It's not like a normal knight's sword, but a child's toy.

Two rubies are inlaid on both sides of the hilt.

In the middle of the hilt is the head of a badger.

Badgers are sculpted to life and come alive.

Catherine looked at the dagger in Allen's hand and said angrily, "Allen, are you crazy?"

"Are you going to let a baby play with a sharp steel sword?"

Allen flattered: "Honey, I just showed him."

However, William could feel the specialness of this sword.

From the moment he saw the sword, his blood flow accelerated.

There is a strange calling deep in his heart, as if this sword was born for him.

"Ahhh!"

William opened his hand with all his strength and called to Allen.

Allen laughed and said, "Honey, look, our son likes this gift."

"He's going to be a formidable fighter for sure."

Alan sat next to Catherine with the sword, allowing William to grab the delicate scabbard of the short sword.

The scabbard is covered with a special material.

William pinched it hard, a bit like cowhide.

When he grasped the scabbard, a stream of heat flowed slowly from the scabbard into his palm.

He stared at the scabbard with wide eyes, the complex patterns on it were faintly glowing.

The strange thing is that neither Catherine nor Allen seemed to have seen such a conspicuous scene.

Does this light not exist?

William blinked, making sure his eyes were right.

At the same time, the heat flow from the palm of my hand poured into my body in an endless stream.

The two gems of the scabbard glisten,

This sword made him feel an unusual sense of familiarity.

It's as if I have owned it for countless years.

"Strange feeling."

"Haha, honey, look, our son is obsessed."

Allen bit the bread and said vaguely.

Catherine looked down at her son as William clutched the scabbard tightly.

But the other end of the scabbard was in Allen's hands.

Allen was holding the bread on one side, and the upper end of the scabbard in his left hand.

"Maybe we should buy him some knight toys."

Catherine thought about it and nodded.

It's better than those rag dolls.

William didn't pay attention to his parents' conversation, but couldn't help but look up at the family crest hanging on the wall of the lobby on the first floor.

William did not recognize these Obaro coats of arms.

But at least they know that the nobles in Obaro continent almost all have their own family crests.

These badges represent their family's past glory.

For example, the British royal coat of arms, the three golden lions on the shield represent Scotland, the red lion represents Scotland, and the harp represents Ireland.

The Smith family sigil is a shield with a grizzly bear embroidered on it.

The shield means that the Smith family started with military exploits.

The grizzly bear represents the prowess of the family founder.

The coat of arms that struck him as strange had no other symbols or textures.

Because if the Smith family had a connection to the extraordinary family behind this badger, then the coat of arms would logically also reflect it.

For example, the coat of arms of the British royal family is embroidered with two sentences of ancient French.

honi, soit, qui, mal, y, pense (shame to those who have evil thoughts),

dieu, et, mon, droit (kingship granted by heaven).

This is because the British royal family originally came from the French nobles.

In 1066, Duke William, the ruler of France, conquered England. Since then, every king in England has been a direct descendant of him.

The heat flow didn't last long, and it was cut off after ten minutes.

William let go of his hand, and his heart turned quickly.

The Smith family is undoubtedly a down and out little nobleman.

Because the stronger the family used to be, the more decorative textures and elements the coat of arms had.

The Smith family has only one shield, so it is naturally not a big family.

However, being able to obtain a fief [-] kilometers outside London, the former Smith family was very close to the royal family or the great British nobles.