HP Dawn Night

"Mom, I think I need a clear explanation." Watching the billowing figure in the black robe mingled among the three Malfoys, and then disappeared outside Watson Manor.I turned my head seriously and said to my mother.

I can't accept that the noble Queen Margaret was with that... slovenly man and gave birth to me!

Mom added dried passion fruit to the tea as if nothing had happened, and said lightly, "You're going to Hogwarts soon, and Severus will notice sooner or later. Your father's suspicions and troubles will only increase, it's better to make it clear in advance, so that someone will take care of you at school for me."

"But," I think she avoided a serious question, "why are you not married? No one has ever told me about it in all these years."

"At that time, I was obsessed with Sif, so...but soon I lost my feelings for him. Although I had you later, I didn't think it was necessary to disturb him because of it. As for why I told you now--then Of course it's because my little Vio has grown up."

Mom put her arms around me and kissed me a few times.

"This is not the truth!" I shouted silently in my heart, but the sweet smell emanating from my mother softened my heart again.

"Well, I see." I closed my eyes and rubbed against my mother's arms, just like I used to do when I was a child.

"I heard from Sissy that you and Draco decided to go to Diagon Alley together?" Mom brought me a cup of sweet milk with honey, "I suggest you go in August, of course, before that you still Gotta be my little assistant, don't you?"

"Mom!" I looked at her with tears in my eyes.

And Mom mercilessly skipped over my distraught, and restarted Queen Margaret mode: "Finish your milk and get ready for bed. By the way, I've prepared some interesting books for you to consider." Read before bed."

She smiled and winked at me: "Polly, take the lady upstairs."

Back in the room, I immediately found an extra thick book on the bedside table.

"Glory and Victory—The Watsons." I held up the book and read the lettering in gold on the brown parchment cover.

Also on the cover is the Watson family coat of arms.Composed of purple, silver and black, the main body is a shield and a long sword wrapped with roses, with a unicorn pattern and a silver curlicue W in the center.The Latin words "Altissima Quaeque Flumina Minimo Sono Labi" are engraved on the silver ribbon under the W.

It appears to be Watson's family history.

Over the years, my mother never formally talked about our family history with me, nor did my grandfather often talk about it when he was alive.My childhood playmates were all purebloods, and they were all purebloods, and there was no need to show off their family history to each other.

All I know is that Watson belongs to 28 pure-blood families, famous for their pure mastery of magic.I don't know what my ancestors did, but I do know that the Watson family's reputation in the field of potions was enhanced by my maternal grandfather, and then my mother inherited his mantle.

But what about before that?

I became interested, sat on the armchair in front of the window, and opened the book.

On the front page of the book is the family tree of the Watson family.

Watson has the same intricate kinship as many other pure-blood families. My ancestors were married to the Black, Prewett and other families.

Of course, Watson, like most pure-blood families, has a small population, and the area around his grandfather has basically withered. It is often difficult for wizards to have a large number of offspring—perhaps the Weasley family should be excluded—grandfather and grandmother There is only one child, which is my mother.At present, the only heir of the Watson family is me.

From now on, it will be introduced in chronological order, with rich pictures and texts, and there are some frozen Muggle photos on the first few pages. It seems that the family members at that time did not have the habit of leaving pictures or portraits of wizards.

The Watson family originated in France, and its history can be traced back to the twelfth century. It was originally active in the Muggle world as a mage or clergyman.In the middle of the sixteenth century, the main branch of the Watson family came to England and settled here, and gradually developed into the upper class of the British magic circle.

The people in the photos change from youth to old age, and their attire changes over time.

Among my grandparents were alchemists, broomstick designers, and Gringotts decryptors.After the Watson family laid a solid foundation in the British wizarding world, the owner at the time chose to build Watson Manor on an island in the middle of a lake in Cumbria.

The manor is surrounded by sparkling water, and the exquisite and gorgeous castle shines charmingly in the middle of the lake, where the Watson family took root and grew up.

Until that dark cloud hung over Britain.

My maternal grandfather was a cautious man by nature—he showed no allegiance to either side, and fled to France under the pretext of “learning and exchanging” before the darkest of times.This was a smart decision. The ambiguity of his grandfather's position and the subsequent donation of a lot of money allowed Watson to escape unscathed.

The only surprise was me.

Miss Margaret Watson returned to England in the spring of 1980 to visit some old friends and returned to France shortly thereafter.After the Dark Lord lost power, Miss Watson, who returned to England with her father, stayed at home and gave birth to a daughter in the early spring of the following year.

When I was born, there were early violets in Watson's estate.That's my name - Violet.