[Zhongyingmei] Good men are to be robbed!

The majestic buildings of Hogwarts ignited the flame of Tom's desire for magic, and every magical place in the Great Hall surprised him who was only 11 years old.

He loves his own talent, loves the school that brought him a turning point in his life, and loves the silver-green house of Slytherin, which symbolizes nobility and power.Even though he was ostracized and ridiculed in the academy because of his unprovable blood, but with his outstanding magical ability, he firmly believed that one of his parents must have a noble blood, and he would break out in this world. world.

After school started, Professor Dumbledore always paid attention to Tom, and helped him when he encountered difficulties several times.All the teachers and students thought that Tom's excellent grades made Dumbledore, who was born in Gryffindor, love this Slytherin student.Only Dumbledore himself understands that he is afraid that a child who came to school with great difficulty will drop out after less than a semester. Don’t think that he didn’t hear the Brandons tell Tom that if he is not happy at school, he can change schools. if.For the sake of the little wizard, for the future of the wizarding world, it's easy for him!

"How long is it until Tom arrives?" Grace, who was wrapped into a ball, stomped her feet, and complained to her mother as the wind was blowing too cold.

"It's still a while!" Casablanca touched her daughter's head, lowered her head and smiled, "I told you to wait at home, and you must come to pick up the station!"

Grace stuck out her tongue and hugged her mother's arm coquettishly: "Mom, someone has come out!"

On platform nine and three quarters, students have already come out one after another, and some parents who haven't seen it before will come out of nowhere to pick up their children.

There were quite a lot of people at the train station, and Grace was still tall, stretching her neck on her feet and looking at Tom's figure.

In the end, Colonel Brandon, who was the tallest and had the best eyes, saw Tom first. "Tom." He called out, waved his hand, and walked towards Tom with his wife and daughter.

After a lapse of more than three months, Tom, who was wearing regular clothes, looked more calm, with a warm smile on his face all the time, making people feel like a spring breeze.But if you compare his eyes when he saw the Brandon family, you will find the difference, one is warm and alienated, and the other is warm and sincere.

"Sir, Ma'am, Grace." Tom took Grace by the hand, noticing that the chubby little hand was cold, he held it in his palm to warm it, and said, "Just wait for me at home next time, don't make a fuss Come pick me up."

"I'll go to girls' school next time, it's your turn to see me!" Grace smiled, her dark golden eyes were lively, like a kitten.

Casablanca leaned against Brandon, smiled and watched the two being intimate, and said, "The car is waiting for us outside, let's go, it's too cold today!"

Tom's Christmas vacation is not long, so the Brandon family decided to spend the holidays in London.Richard was at a school with Abel, and returned to Pemberley with him this time.

"Tom, tell me about what happened at school? Is there any difference?" During the routine family leisure time after dinner, the family gathered around the fireplace, and Grace couldn't wait to speak, her eyes full of excitement.

"It's a very amazing world. The stairs can move by themselves, and the people in the portraits often rush through the doors..." Tom said, picking up some interesting and novel things. Grace and Casablanca were completely attracted by this amazing world. , He listened with great interest, even Brandon, who is well-informed and experienced, listened intently, but he noticed that Tom's eyebrows and eyes were a little more gloomy, and thought of seeing Tom when he left the station. With his first look, he felt that it was necessary to find an opportunity to care about this child who was watching him grow up.

Although Grace is 11 years old, she still has a childlike heart. She was so excited and refused to sleep, and finally went back to the bedroom reluctantly under Casablanca's suppression.

"Sir, are you looking for me?" At Brandon's gesture, Tom closed the door and sat on the chair opposite him. His eyes were still a little confused, but his expression was calm.

Brandon nodded secretly, poured him and himself a cup of tea, and said, "Have you encountered any difficulties in school? Every child who has just entered school from home will always encounter some kind of trouble. Like me He entered the military camp when he was a teenager, and it was a place where he fought his fists, and his identity and background were not good. When Richard entered school, he also suffered a little because of the small group, but he was lucky to have the kid from Darcy's family to protect him. It’s not bad. The place you go to is special, and the family just wants to help, and I don’t know how to intervene, but they are all human, and there are similar conflicts where there are people. You are young, and it’s normal to not understand many things. Talk to your family After all, older people are more capable.” After speaking, Brandon took a sip of black tea, which was brought from India by the trustee. It has a strong fragrance, and the family members especially like it.

In Tom's life, Brandon was like a father. He held the cup and listened to him so much, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"The Slytherin house I entered advocates pure blood and strength. Most Slytherins are pure blood, only a small part are mixed blood, but my surname has never appeared in the magical world. They think I am a bitch Wizards, that is, their parents are ordinary people." Tom said, "But their grades are not as good as mine, and their use of magic is not as good as mine." Speaking of the latter, Tom couldn't hide his pride.

Brandon didn't speak immediately. He tapped his index finger on the armrest a few times and said, "Wherever you are born, you will be paid attention to. Squires and nobles, people of the same class and different property, and royals born with nobles, we can still do the former." Struggle, the latter is really helpless. But in this world, there are few royal families, and most of them are heights that we can achieve through hard work. Besides, you also said that your magic ability is very good, right? Tom, think about it carefully What do you want? I don’t think it’s pure blood that needs to be reincarnated, right?” Brandon joked, and patted Tom on the shoulder, “When you know what you’re trying to achieve, you can You will find that none of this matters now."

Tom seemed to understand something, and bowed to Brandon: "Thank you, sir."

"Family, you're welcome." Brandon waved his hand, "I seem to hear Grace calling you, go quickly."

As soon as Tom left the study, he saw Grace calling to him from the stairs.

"So you're in the study!" Grace tilted her head and waved at him, "Come down, let's go play chess, shall we?"

Tom was dragged to the game room by Grace, and chess was placed on the table. "When did you learn it?" Tom asked as he placed the chess pieces.

"After you went to school, my mother played with me a few times." Grace said.

Grace didn't play very well because she didn't learn it for a long time, but Tom's skills are also average, and the two are evenly matched when they come and go.

"Next time I'll bring you a set of wizard chess, which is similar to this one, but very exciting." Tom thought of seeing it in the common room by chance, and said.

"Really? But will Mom and Dad play for me?" Grace's eyes lit up first, then she asked worriedly.

"It's okay, as long as we hide it." Tom winked at her, "Keep it a secret?"

"Of course!" Just like every time when I was a child, Grace blinked back, and the two agreed, "I think the magic school is so interesting, I really envy you can go!"

Tom paused his hands, looked up at Grace: "Maybe you will receive an admission letter next year." His tone was dry and unconvincing. He grew up with Grace, so he knew better But does Grace have magic powers?

"Don't comfort me! I know I'm not as special as you and brother!" Grace rolled her eyes and said indifferently, "It's okay to go to a girls' school, and Brianna is in it." She grabbed Pulling the hair draped over her shoulders, she pouted and swore proudly, "I want to be a lady like my mother!"

I shouldn't have worried that this heartless little guy would feel inferior and sad!While Tom was relieved, there was an undeniable sense of relief that his little sister was just so kind. "Do you have any dreams, Grace." Tom suddenly became interested in this carefree little sister and asked.

"I want to be a princess!" Grace said seriously with a puffy face.

The two of you stared at me and I stared at you for a while, Tom covered his face, with black hair, couldn't help poking Grace's forehead.

Grace was poked and pulled off Tom's clutches, pouted and said, "Didn't you talk about dreams! I just want to be a princess in a fairy tale!"

"The more practical...ideal? Pursuit?" Tom changed the way.

"Of course it is to become a lady, then marry a husband as good as my father, and become his little princess!" Grace climbed up on the table with half of her body excited, not caring about the messed up chessboard, holding her face, Looking forward to it.

"Sit down!" Tom couldn't help pulling her onto the chair, and looked at her with a smile, "You want to get married when you're only so old, don't be shy!"

"I'm going to enter the social circle at the age of 16, and there are still five years to go. Of course, I have to think about it now!" Grace held her head up, and there was no girlish shadow on her childish face. , eyes full of little girl's fantasies.

Tom shook his head, still with a funny face, and said following Grace's words: "Okay, okay, you are the most far-sighted!"

A few days after Christmas, Tom went back to school.Compared with the faint gloomy before, Tom who returned home was more beautiful and won the favor of more people.

He still has to figure out what he wants?However, he wants to be strong, there is no doubt about it.

In a deserted corner of the library, an old and dusty book was opened.

The Gaunt family, descendants of Slytherin.