Chapter 497 My Dark Lord Father?
As the old house of the Scamander family, it naturally has a long history. Rove took Shirley around to visit.
They followed a dark passage and quickly entered a very hidden room.
The layout of the room is very simple, there are only stone statues carved by dragon crystals, placed on both sides of the room, extending into the darkness far away.
"These are statues of the ancestors of the Scamander family." Rove took Shirley forward and introduced to her:
"Thousands of years ago, wizards generally used dragon crystals to make statues for themselves, which was passed on to future generations. At that time, only the Lydians knew how to draw magical portraits."
"In the fifth century BC, the Persian Empire wiped out the Kingdom of Lydia, and the wizards there fled to the Peloponnese Peninsula. The way of drawing magical portraits was spread in Greece.
Later, with Alexander's Eastern Expedition, it spread to Central Asia and Europe. "
Shirley followed Rove, shuttled between the statues, and sure enough, she saw that the stone sculptures behind were slowly disappearing, replaced by portraits.
Seeing that the portraits were motionless, as if they were pretending to be asleep, the girl wondered, "Why don't they move?"
"After too long, the magic on the portrait will dissipate, and it will become like a Muggle portrait." Rove shrugged.
Shirley snorted, looked into the distance again, and asked doubtfully, "Rove, is this your family's tomb?"
"No, this is a room where only statues, portraits and family trees are stored." Rove stopped suddenly and whispered:
"Speaking of... Actually, even I don't know where our family's cemetery is."
The girl with the ponytail showed a surprised look.
"The specific location is only known to my grandfather." Rove said, "He will pass it on to my father in the future, and my father will pass it on to me... from generation to generation, it has been like this for thousands of years."
Rove didn't know why it was kept so secret, he could only guess that there was a secret in the tomb, and the fewer people who knew the exact location, the better.
But then again, which ancient family doesn't have any secrets?
For example, the Ravenclaw family owns the remains of ancient wizards; the Deathly Hallows invisibility cloak passed down from generation to generation by the Potter family... focuses on an ancient inheritance!
Walking to the end of the room, Shirley's gaze was attracted by a wall. On that wall was engraved a hundred-foot gilded tree covered with silver leaves, and there were dozens of bright and bright flowers among the leaves.
"This is the family tree of the Scamander family." Rove pointed to the mural and said:
"Females in the family will be marked as flowers, and men will be marked as silver leaves. The names are connected with gold wires to form the branches of the big tree."
"If the wizard dies, the leaves and flowers wither and die off the family tree."
The girl with ponytails was full of surprise, her eyes were searching the family tree. Rove knew what she was looking for, so he pointed to the shining silver leaf on the top and said:
"I'm there."
Shirley looked up, and sure enough, she saw the name 'Rolf Scamander'.
A single vertical gold thread branched from him, leading to his parents, and another golden thread, connecting to 'Newt Scamander' and 'Tina Goldstein'.
And 'Newt Scamander' and 'Theseus Scamander', also joined together with a gold thread, with a name next to Theseus...'Leta Lestrange '.
"Theseus is my grandfather's elder brother, and Leta is his fiancée. Back then, Rita sacrificed herself to fight against Grindelwald when the Witch Party gathered in Paris." Rove sighed softly:
"Theseus never remarried, and he recorded the name of his fiancée Leta on the family tree."
After hearing this, Shirley was a little moved, and her heart was full of regret and regret. She continued to look at the family tree and saw those golden threads connected to each name.
Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gaunt, Potter, Weasley... many surnames are very familiar to the girl.
"Pure-blood families are related to each other." Rove said, "Really, I'm still Voldemort's distant cousin.
There is one more thing, you must not think of it! "
"What's the matter?" Xue Li saw the young man's tricks, grabbed his sleeve and shook it, and said softly, "Tell me quickly."
"Back then, Voldemort's grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt, wanted to marry his daughter, Merope Gaunt, to my grandfather." Rove laughed.
Shirley opened her mouth slightly, stunned by these words.
"The Gaunt family had declined at that time, and there were only a few dilapidated old houses, and it was a problem to eat." Rove continued:
"The luxurious life Marvolo wants is to marry off his daughter at a high price."
"A pure-blood family of the right age must have money, and there are even fewer wizards to choose from... My grandfather was only twenty-six or seventeen years old at the time, and he just met the conditions.
Marvolo came to the door for a negotiation, but my great-grandmother rejected Merope because she saw that Merope was ugly and not yet smart. "
Xue Li patted her chest, and said with some fear: "Fortunately, I refused."
"Who says it's not." Rove laughed and said, "If Voldemort from the Scamander family really gave birth, it would be terrible."
This made the young man feel lucky, but also regretful. After all, if his grandfather was Newt and his father was the Dark Lord...the whole world would have gone sideways.
Rove picked up some other interesting family anecdotes, told Shirley what he had seen and heard, and then took her out of the room to visit other places.
The two stopped and went, walked around the old house, and finally returned to Rove's room. The two of them stood on the balcony, looking at the splendid night view.
Xue Li leaned on the railing, looking at the clear night sky with a crescent moon hanging, her eyes were hazy, and she murmured:
"It's so beautiful... Rove, I like this place!"
"Then you can sleep in my room tonight. I guarantee that you will be able to see the starry sky when you open your eyes in the middle of the night." Rove said with a smile:
"As for me...continue to squeeze in with you reluctantly."
"No need." Xue Li looked at the boy, covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she said in a soft voice:
"I also have a balcony in my room. I can see the night view, so I won't squeeze you. I always fall out of bed and hurt my back."
"It's okay, my bed is quite big, not as small as the bed in the monastery, and it won't fall out at night." Rove laughed.
Seeing that the ponytail girl was still shaking her head, Rove threatened:
"Xue Li, this old house is haunted by ghosts. You'd better squeeze in with me on the first night you live in, and get my breath, so the ghosts won't harass you."
Shirley suppressed her smile and said, "It's okay. When I was in the kitchen at night, grandma said that if anyone bullies me, let me tell her. If there are ghosts who dare to harass me, I will tell grandma."
"..."
Luo Fu sighed softly, and said with a 'ghost' face: "I have found a new backer, so I don't want me anymore."
"Not at all." Shirley tilted her head slightly, resting her head on Rove's broad and warm shoulders, and murmured:
"Besides, aren't you my backer?"
Rove took the girl into his arms, and the two of them didn't speak for a while, but cuddled together and looked into the distance.
And then...Newt and Tina, who are jaywalking, appear on the street, followed by the three-light-bulb cat.
Rove looked at Newt and Tina who were holding hands, and said with a smile, "The two of them have such a good relationship."
Xue Li hummed. She looked at the two old men, and seemed to think of something, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
Rove stared at Shirley's profile and asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking..." The ponytail girl made a playful face at Rove, and said with a smile:
"I'll tell you when we're old and you hold my hand and roll across the road!"
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