[Comprehensive] Sean

At Tony's strong request, he and Sean came to the UK in what he called the safest way - taking their own private jet.

Tony looked at the crazy old man who was sitting across from him and was adding sugar cubes to his coffee with a smile on his face. The disdain in his eyes did not diminish at all. How could this be a wizard?

"I'm sorry Mr. Dumbledore, although I don't intend to offend, but I really don't think there is anything worth learning from the current British wizarding world. I am self-styled, my eyes are higher than the top, and I am a frog at the bottom of the well. I almost think that the wizarding world is still there. A century ago."

"That's right!" Tony immediately picked up, "Let's go back to the United States now. If you like, I can hire you a tutor. Why come to England."

"Don't worry, Mr. Stark," Dumbledore said with a smile: "What is said in the book is not necessarily the truth, is it? It is impossible to know what a wizard is just from the book."

Dumbledore put down his coffee cup and tapped his wand on the cover of the book. The book suddenly opened automatically, and the pages were turned quickly. When it stopped, a page that Sean had never seen before appeared.

"Impossible, I have read everything in this book, there is no possibility of omission."

"This history of British magic is a self-aware magic book. It knows everything about the wizarding world in the UK, but it only records major events that can change British history."

"Then why is this section hidden?" Sean asked.

"Because the man recorded in this section is a man known to everyone in the wizarding world, but no one dares to name him."

"The third generation of Dark Lord... Voldemort?" Sean said the name softly, frowning slightly.

"Be careful," Dumbledore blinked slyly, "His name is magical, as long as he pronounces this name, he can track you down, so the wizarding world uses Mysterious Man or Dark Lord to replace him name."

Sean looked at the only photo of the Dark Lord on the page of the book. In the photo, the Dark Lord was handsome and mysterious. He was leaning back on a luxurious chair, his slender legs raised up, and a pair of scarlet eyes looked at the camera with a half-smile.

Sean's heart moved, and he couldn't help stretching out his fingers to rub against the person in the photo, "How did he lose? Could it be that he was really defeated by a baby?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "He gave up by himself."

"Why? He had the upper hand then, didn't he?"

"I can't say. I can only tell you that after the Dark Lord gave up, his Death Eaters calmed down. Some of the most violent wizards were thrown into Azkaban, and he never appeared again."

Sean turned over this page, and there was a cumbersome black pattern drawn on the second page. Sean was startled, and his eyes widened involuntarily: "What is this?"

"The mark of a Death Eater."

This mark is obviously the medal worn by the mysterious man who saved him. The same medal appeared in the photo of the boy that Dumbledore "unintentionally" dropped.

So, he's a Death Eater?

"Mr. Dumbledore, please allow me to ask you one last question." Sean looked directly at Dumbledore and said, "Why did you mention this person to me in particular?"

Dumbledore smiled silently.

"You came all the way from England to the United States to invite me to study, to understand my preferences, and to deliberately open up the so-called hidden history for me. What is it for? Do you know the person who saved me in New York? What can I do for you?"

Dumbledore rubbed his hands and said: "A lot of times it's not that I don't want to say it, but that I can't say it. Mr. Stark, there are some things that you can only find the answer for yourself. As for my invitation to enroll, there is actually a large part of the reason It's because of your mother."

Sean was stunned: "Mother?"

"Every big family in the wizarding world will have a genealogy. The name of each member of the family will be displayed on the genealogy. When a member of the family dies, the name will be dimmed, but relatively, whenever there is a new member When you are born, a new name will automatically appear on the genealogy. Your mother belongs to the Black family, and her name is Amida Black, and you are the last and only heir of the Black family. My task is not only to invite you to enroll, but also to You are invited to inherit the Black family legacy."

Sean never expected to hear his mother's name under such circumstances, and he had mixed feelings, "Thank you, Mr. Dumbledore, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't even know my mother's name, let alone the life story After all, my father and mother may not spend more than ten hours together."

Tony touched his nose in embarrassment, he stood up uncomfortably, pretending to go to the bathroom.

Sean and his party got off the plane and first followed Dumbledore to the Ministry of Magic to go through the formalities of handing over the inheritance.Sean once again deeply realized Dumbledore's famous reputation and the backwardness of the British wizarding world.

After several twists and turns, Sean finally finished the formalities. He rubbed his sore wrist and sighed helplessly.

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Black has an old house, I will take you there first, you can rest there for a night, and tomorrow I will take you to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks and necessary things."

"I agree." Sean said immediately.However, just when he thought he could finally take a break, reality slapped him mercilessly.

"This is... the house?" Sean asked in disbelief.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded firmly.

Tony fanned the spider web in front of him and said, "This is more like a haunted house."

Dumbledore was about to say something when a short, ugly monster suddenly appeared out of thin air. He pointed at Sean and the others and cursed: "Get out! Old bees of the Order of the Phoenix! There are also dirty Muggles and mudbloods! Here It's the honorable Black family, you don't deserve to step in here! Kreacher doesn't allow such things that corrupt the family tradition to happen!"

Startled, Tony subconsciously took out the steel glove he was carrying, "Is this the ghost that appeared last time?"

Xiao En clasped his fists and looked carefully, and said, "It doesn't seem to be, this one is older and uglier."

"Kreacher..." Kreacher, who had been screaming, suddenly seemed to be strangled by someone. He stared blankly at Sean, and suddenly made a frightened expression, which made him ugly. The appearance is more distorted.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Sean asked.

Dumbledore said with a smile: "This is just a house elf. He is responsible for the necessities of wizards. It is also considered part of the Black family's heritage."

"Basic food and daily necessities?" Tony lowered his arm, and glanced at Kreacher critically, "Is it clean?"

Kreacher wanted to retort, but when he saw Sean, as if he was afraid of something, he just lowered his head and acted submissively.

"Let's make do with it first, I'm really tired." Sean yawned, he felt that his eyes could hardly be opened, "That... Kreacher?"

"Yes, my lord sir."

"Clean up two clean rooms and come out, and make some dinner."

"Understood, Kreacher will go right away." After speaking, Kreacher snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Sean had read about house-elves in the history of magic, and he only had the impression of being hard-working and ugly. It wasn't until today that he enjoyed the service of house-elves that he had to admit that the business level of house-elves was higher than that of the so-called five-star The hotel is more than a class above.

He wolfed down his dinner, threw himself on the bed and fell asleep.

Maybe it was because he was really too sleepy that he didn't dream of the dream that he would have every night.

In a daze, he seemed to feel something caressing his cheeks. He didn't know why he suddenly wanted to open his eyes, but the man seemed to see that he was about to wake up, so he got up and walked towards the door.

When Sean finally opened his eyes, he saw only a black corner of his clothes that was about to disappear behind the door.

"Wait!" Xiao En yelled, and he immediately turned over and got out of bed, and followed without even putting on his shoes, "Wait! Who are you? Stop!"

Then the tall black figure paused for a short moment, then continued walking.

Sean kept trotting behind the man, but no matter how hard he tried to run forward, there was still a distance between him and the man.

It was only then that Sean discovered that the road he was walking now seemed to be different from the structure of the old Black house he had begun to see today.

"Where is this?" Sean yelled.

"Go back." The man said with his back turned to him, his voice was very nice.

"Who the hell are you? Did you save me in New York? Why can't I remember your face?"

The man said with a low smile, "You should go back."

Sean ran forward a few more steps, but the figure of the man suddenly disappeared, and Sean wandered helplessly in the empty darkness.

Suddenly, he seemed to have stepped on something, and when he looked down, it turned out to be an ordinary black parchment notebook.

Sean picked up the notebook, flipped through it casually, and found that it was empty.

"Sean?"

Sean woke up suddenly and saw Tony sitting by his bed with a livid face.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked.

"That damned dwarf!" Tony gritted his teeth and said, "You even called me mean! I don't think he's dirty yet!"

Sean sat up and stretched his waist, "That's the problem with so-called pure-blood wizards. They discriminate against Muggles and half-blood wizards. You are a Muggle and I am a half-blood. He is a domestic boy who claims to be a pure-blood wizard. It's normal for elves to look down on us."

Tony hesitated and said, "But don't you think he's being too humble to you?"

Of course Sean discovered this strangeness. Dumbledore's high prestige in the wizarding world could not make Kreacher pretend, let alone him, a half-breed who had only joined the British wizarding world for the first time, but Kreacher But he obeyed.

"I know you still don't want me to come to school here, but Tony, there are some things I have to figure out." Sean said.

"I see."

"I'll come out after changing clothes."

"Okay," Tony shrugged, "I'm just going to call Steven back, and this old popsicle keeps telling me to keep in touch with him, really, with Iron Man around, nothing horrible can happen Attack, don't know what he's worried about."

While thinking about it, Tony left the room.

Sean yawned, and when he was about to change clothes, he suddenly found a notebook beside his pillow, an ordinary blank notebook with black leather parchment.