[HP] Noble

When the owl came to this far east with Scorpius Great's admission letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, he had just attended the elementary school graduation ceremony and was on his way home.

In his schoolbag was a failed test paper, the subject was English.

Best of all, his father was an Englishman through and through, and I heard, according to him, some kind of pure-blood nobleman in a small circle--but it was obviously no use, "We even bought I can't afford a house in a first-tier city", his mother's words blocked all his father's pride, and Scorpius took his mother's words seriously.

The car was slowly driving forward in the small tree-lined avenue, and the parents in the front seat were still arguing about the window he successfully blew up yesterday.

"That's magic runaway, darling, it has to be"—that's what Dad said.

"Oh come on Aslante, Scorpius, tell your dad what your grandpa taught you yesterday!?" - This is Mom.

So the center of battle shifted.

"..." Scorpius said slowly with his thin lips open, "Hua Feng is here."

Mrs. Great, who came from an ancient Chinese Taoist family and was deeply proud of it, glared at Mr. Great with triumphant eyes.She popped her jaw almost a perfect 180° and said in a haughty voice, "Get off your ridiculous little stick and drive your car, Mr. Great."

So Mr. Great fiercely stuffed the magic wand that had been with him since he was 12 years old into his trouser pocket.

"Ah, Mom." Scorpius blinked, and his delicate little face was pressed against the car window.

Mrs. Great turned her head very gently: "Baby, what's the matter?——I think you should show me your graduation exam report card, son."

"If you don't pass English again, I'll spank you," Mr Great added.

"There's an owl." Scorpius wisely skipped the subject.

"What? Owl?—Aha! Owl! I knew it was coming, son! I knew it!" Mr. Gretel excitedly braked the car, and the car stopped in front of an old house. The tabby owl Taking advantage of the opportunity, it stopped on the front hood of the red classic car.

……

The rest of the time was spent by Mr. Aslant Great talking endlessly about Hogwarts, the oldest and only wizarding school in England.

Until he sat at the dining table, he still didn't have to pick up his own tableware, and insisted on expressing his views on the four colleges in this school.

"Slytherin, a symbol of nobility and blood. Son, that's the college your father and grandfather attended. Of course, in fact, Gretel's family are all Slytherins. Silver and green are the perfect match—thank you , Dad." Mr. Gretel took the silver knife from his father-in-law and thanked him in a low voice.

The old man, who was over half a century old but still in good spirits, flicked off the dust that did not exist on the white monastic uniform on his body, took the admission notice printed with lions, snakes, eagles and badgers respectively from his grandson, and touched the side of his chin. Beard said: "That lion looks more domineering."

"If you enter Gryffindor, it means you will have countless blacks." Mr. Great smacked his lips ironically.

Heizi is a big black dog newly raised by Gretel's family this year. Scorpius picked it up from the side of the road with his own hands - and Dad has never liked it very much, and likes to secretly ridicule it when no one is looking.

"Heizi is fine." Scorpius muttered, stuffing a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

Mrs. Great became the third person to appreciate the acceptance letter, which she chose to read aloud: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore.

(President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Association, first-class magician of the Merlin Sir Order)

Dear Mr. Gretel:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

Semester is scheduled to start on September 31.We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July [-]st.

Vice Principal (Female)

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

She raised her eyelids and looked at the colorful acceptance letter: "I don't think it's a good idea to send my son to a place full of English, and I bet he has a failing pass in his well-covered schoolbag." English test paper." From the corner of the eye, she saw her son moving his butt uneasily, and Mrs. Gretel showed a proud look of "Look, my son", "He will starve himself to death at the dining table just because he doesn't know what to do." Order."

"I believe Severus will take care of him." Mentioning his friend, Mr. Great showed a nostalgic smile.

"Yes, of course I believe it. But I believe even more that before that, our old friend will laugh at you head-to-toe—" Mrs. Gretel glanced at her husband, "because you never taught Teach your son English."

"I will, I will, before he makes a formal report."

Mr. Great made a solemn promise to his wife.

And in fact, he did.

In the days leading up to the welcome promised in the ancient parchment letter, Scorpius spent all his time trying to recite long strings of words—words that, worst of all, It will definitely not be used in the future test of English CET-[-] or CET-[-].

When learning the word "wandless magic", everyone, including grandpa, gathered on the soft sofa in the living room to drink afternoon tea.

"It's a very deep kind of magic, in fact, not even your father and me, or all your future professors - except for that crazy headmaster, no one will use a wand without a wand Magic', just a little cleansing spell——" Mr. Gretel pulled out his wand, knocked on the teacup in front of him and murmured "Diffind" in a low voice, and the blue and white porcelain teacup immediately shattered into pieces and disappeared. Next, he cleared his throat in embarrassment, "Enervate (restore to original)", just like a magic trick, the shattered teacup returned to its original state, Mr. Great put away his wand, "Look, these two small magic , in the case of 'wandless magic', it also requires a high level of mental concentration that is exhausting."

"..." The whole family was silent for a moment.

"Huafeng."

The old man waved his hand lazily, and the teacup slowly floated up.

The only lady in the room pouted: "Lei Di invites you."

The teacup fell apart.

"..." Mr. Great, "learn these tricks, son. You'll shock the whole school."

Mrs. Great and the Don snorted haughtily together.

"Enervate - at least I can make it back to normal, you two unaesthetic vandals," muttered Mister Great.

"I don't know if the British Thor and Feng Bo can understand the call in Chinese." Scorpius scratched his head and said depressedly.

"No locality, son," said Mrs. Great, gently. "I tried throwing your father up into the air when he foolishly tried to swing his stick at me, and we were somewhere in England. A street full of people like your father."

"Hey, that's me letting you go, ma'am," protested Mr. Great. "You managed to get me a small space in the next day's Daily Prophet, and I still remember the headline—' Depravity of the Gretels', that's enough!"

He was answered by his wife's cheerful laughter.

Scorpius' grandfather scratched the tea bowl, and the old man's black eyes were particularly bright after the wet white mist: "Yes, child. Taoist magic does not distinguish between regions. Where there is sky, there are those gods. They'll always be watching you."