[HP] If youth has an ageless face

The butler in a tuxedo took them on a quick tour of the villa, and then led them to the bedroom: "This is the temporary residence of the few of you in England."

"It's all here?" Joshua Davis asked in shock.

"Yes." The butler replied politely, "You are free to move about freely. If you need anything, please ring the bell and call me. All the servants and servants here are also waiting for orders."

He bowed and stepped back from the room.As soon as the door was closed, Michelle couldn't wait to speak:

"Does this house belong to my sister?"

Joshua belatedly remembered that he forgot to ask a very important question: "No, the gentleman hasn't told us who sent him yet."

"Whoever sent it." The only son of the Davis family, Liam, had already picked up a vase in the display cabinet and looked at it carefully. "Is this imported porcelain, Dad?"

"Put that down," snapped his mum, Sophie, who gave her husband an anxious look and wrung her hands tightly. "What the hell are they trying to bring us to England for? I don't think we should be listening to that at all." That person's words..."

"Okay, mom, if you come here, it's a free trip. People have said that my sister is not short of money at all, and this house may not even be available for her holiday villa." Michelle also transferred Turning to look at this bedroom that was too luxurious for them excitedly, "Oh, they also have a separate cloakroom!"

She was married and lived in another city hundreds of miles away from her home.This time, I rushed back because I heard that my parents and younger brothers were going to England to join my sister who had been separated for many years.

"Don't make a fuss." Liam rolled his eyes. "Where is Tracy? When will we see her?"

"It's not clear whether people like to see you or not." Michelle said sourly, and Liam gave her a white look:

"Didn't you say on the boat that you hoped she would bring your family to England?"

"That's justified, okay? I'm her own sister anyway." Michelle touched the bed curtain full of longing, "I don't ask much, just give me a house like this. It's definitely for her It's not difficult!"

"Didn't you listen to what the butler said before?" Sophie was helpless with the children's heads and had a headache. "Tracey went to France, and I don't know when she will come back."

Liam looked blank, but Michelle clapped her hands in high spirits: "That's right! I remembered—she just got married again, right?"

"Why is she married again?" Liam repeated under his breath, but he was ignored.Michelle has been impatiently planning her travel plans to France, and by the way, imagining how to allocate the use of each room if she is given a villa.

Sophie glanced at Joshua timidly: "Do you think Tracy would still like to see us?"

Before Joshua could answer, Michelle interrupted the conversation with her parents angrily: "Who is willing to do this? She should think about the difficulties our family had in the past!"

"Welcome to my castle, ma'am." Chatillon got out of the carriage first, and then stretched out his hand to support Edwin.She bent down and got out of the carriage, then looked up at the castle which was close at hand.

Needless to say, this is a magnificent castle.It is not just an ancient castle made of stones like Edwinla imagined. In fact, it has a sense of design, and it can be said that it has a beautiful outline.

As if intending to show the "nobility" that the French are proud of, Chatillon deliberately chose to take them in a carriage after arriving in Calais.Both Edwin La and Blaise enjoyed this journey very much, especially Blaise.

To her surprise, Chatillon seemed to like Brace.He not only considered the physical condition of the children, stopped the carriage from time to time to let them rest, but also patiently answered various questions raised by Blaise and introduced him to the customs and customs along the way.

Another example is at this moment, after Edwin got off the carriage, he refused the servant's help, and re-boarded the carriage himself to carry out the sleeping Blaise.

Does Bluebeard have a preference for children?

Edwin shook his head and put this strange thought behind him.

"I hope you like the decoration style here." Chatillon took her hand and led Edwin into the main entrance. The magnificent hall could be seen, which should have been in Gothic style, but Chatillon apparently forcibly added it. Introducing some soft and romantic elements, he pointed to the conspicuous musical instrument, "I'm a pipe organ expert, and I will present a piece of music for you at the banquet tonight."

"There is a banquet tonight?" Edwina was not surprised by the interior of the castle, but was startled by his last sentence, "But we have just arrived."

"I can't wait to introduce you to my acquaintances." He waved his hand, and the servants on both sides agreed. At the same time, he pulled the rope in his hand, and a piece of red cloth floated down, revealing the huge portrait hanging on the wall , "At the art exhibition, I saw this portrait at a glance."

This is the picture of her standing in the garden with book and quill, the last picture she painted during her marriage to Haydn.

Edwina frowned slightly: "Where did you get it?"

"This is a fake." Chatillon replied, "I asked a top French painter to make a copy for me, and slightly modified it according to my personal taste."

Only then did she realize that some details in the painting did not match what she remembered.For example, in this painting, her dress is more elegant and light, and the book in her hand has also changed.

"The Decameron? What is that?"

"It's just a French Muggle novel." Chatillon embraced her, "Go and see the other rooms."

Although the castle is large, there is nothing special about the interior settings.The main space is occupied by various bedrooms, lounges, and dance halls. The special place is that Chatillon has a small library with three floors.

"That's the independent study room I prepared for Blaise," he told her, pointing to a compartment in it, "I can start teaching him some simple knowledge when he grows up a little bit, Beauxbaton advocates Knowledge-"

"I'm still going to let him study at Hogwarts." Edwin La interrupted him emphatically, "he's British after all."

"Okay, then Hogwarts." He agreed casually, and took her to see their bedroom and Blaise's room. He had already prepared two nannies for Blaise, both of whom were French.Edwina was a little dissatisfied with this, but she was more concerned about the location of Blaise's room:

"Isn't this too far from our bedroom?"

"It's not too far, it's just at both ends of the corridor." Chatillon gave an unassailable answer, "That room is as big as ours, so that Blaise can have his own separate room from childhood to adulthood, and It doesn’t have to be moving around all the time.”

"This……"

Chatillon didn't give her a chance to refute, he took her directly to a new room: "I think every woman's dream will have such a place."

Edwina narrowed her eyes slightly, and after adjusting to the light in the room, she was surprised to see the dress in the glass cabinet in the middle of the room—pure black, without any cumbersome decorations, but extremely eye-catching.

In front of it, all other jewels and costumes in the room were overshadowed.

"Do you like it?" Her silence obviously pleased Chatillon, he picked up the black iron mask placed on the jewelry cabinet, put it on her face and gestured a few times, "I specially made this for you——the new head of the castle. The hostess—prepared..."