Chapter 655 Bloodline of Gryffindor?
When Shirley's red hair turned blond, her looks instantly transformed into Margaery.
Rove stared blankly at the familiar face. He grew up with Margaery, so he knew exactly where there was a mole on her body.
But looking at Shirley's face at this moment, it was exactly the same as Margaery's, and he couldn't tell the difference at all.
Of course, the temperament is still different, Margaery is very seductive, but this Margaery in front of her is extremely dignified...
It's like the same person, two completely different sides, this kind of weird contrast, Rove looks quite interesting.
The young man suddenly remembered that in the first class of Transfiguration that year, Professor McGonagall once praised Shirley's talent in Transfiguration, and praised her as much as Tonks.
You know, Tonks is a Transfiguration Magus, in the field of Transfiguration, the kind that Merlin enjoys eating.
Rove was thinking at the time, how powerful it is to be able to match Tonks' talent, but he didn't expect...
Shirley turned out to be a Transfiguration Magus too!
The girl changed her appearance again, turning into Hermione, Fleur, Gabriel, and even... Helena in turn, every face was exquisite and beautiful.
Rove couldn't help sighing: This is Transfiguration Magus, without compound decoction or body transformation, he can easily transform into another person, and it is not similar in shape, but exactly the same.
One person equals all... This kind of magic is really enviable!
Rove suddenly remembered something again, he pondered for a moment, and said slowly:
"Xue Li, do you still remember? I told you once, that Transfiguration Magus, Parseltongue, Celestial Eye... These magics are all inherited by blood, and ordinary wizards cannot learn them the day after tomorrow."
Shirley nodded. She knew what Rove meant. These special magics were inherited by blood, so they generally appeared stably in specific pure-blood families.
Just like Parseltongue is a symbol of Slytherin, wizards with this talent are generally descendants of Salazar Slytherin.
Like the Gaunt family.
"But I've checked the information, and none of the existing pure-blood families is a Transfiguration Magus." Shirley said.
"Even if it's Tonks, her parents aren't Metamorphmagus."
"Tonks' mother is Andromeda Black. She is the daughter of the Black family and the cousin of Sirius." Rove explained:
"Black has been married to almost every pure-blood family, including the one with the Metamorphmagus.
Therefore, it is also possible to suddenly awaken Transformation Magus in a certain generation, and Tonks should belong to this situation. "
Shirley asked: "Then the Black family, which family has been married to the Maggs?"
"That family has disappeared a long time ago, so you will definitely not be able to find out the current pure-blood family." Rove said calmly:
"But when I went back a thousand years, I heard Professor Hufflepuff say that that family was..."
The boy paused, then continued: "Gryffindor."
"Gryffindor?" Shirley was stunned, she hadn't thought about this answer at all.
"The families of the Big Four all have special magic." Rove said softly:
"Hufflepuff's listening to all things, talking to plants, Slytherin's Parseltongue; Ravenclaw's natural Legilimency; and Gryffindor's...Disguise Magus."
Shirley was stunned and said: "So, you mean... I am a descendant of Gryffindor?"
"I really think so." Rove stared at Shirley's ruby-like eyes and said:
"Actually, your eyes and hair are very similar to Godric Gryffindor. I had this feeling when I first saw him."
In fact, even if they were both Transfiguration Mags, Rove didn't think there was any connection between the two, but the eyes and hair were too similar.
Like Harry, whose eyes are so much like Lily's that it's hard not to be connected.
"Is that so?" Shirley digested the message slowly, and after a while, she asked:
"Then do you know where the descendants of Gryffindor are now?"
"I don't know." Rove shook his head and said, "When Ravenclaw died, Gryffindor didn't attend her funeral, so he left Hogwarts and went after Slytherin."
"At that point in time, Gryffindor was childless, so where his descendants are, no one knows."
Hearing what the young man said, Shirley seemed a little disappointed. As an orphan, she really wanted to know who her parents were and why they left her in the monastery.
But the thread seems to be broken just like that.
Rove stretched out his hand, rubbed the girl's head, and comforted:
"Godric's Hollow, and the ruins of the Gryffindor family.
The twin-tailed mermaid in the bathroom, if I'm not mistaken, was also left by Gryffindor... Don't be discouraged, we will definitely find other clues. "
Xue Li hummed lightly, raised her head, rubbed the tip of her nose against the boy's warm palm, and said softly:
"Thank you, Rove, I really don't know what I would do without you."
Rove smiled brightly and said, "Why are you being polite to me? Hurry up and eat the fish, it's going to be cold in a while."
The girl nodded vigorously.
The two continued to eat grilled fish, and quickly consumed one fish, and then the two of them sat by the campfire, admiring the snowy night.
There was silence all around, and in this silence, the silent shadow of the moon, the erratic flames, and the shadows of the boy and the girl, like a layer of light ink, overlapped and shadowed on the wall.
Rove looked into the night, still thinking about Gryffindor and his descendants.
The boy suddenly remembered that Gryffindor had said that he wanted to drink the spring water on Avalon Island, just like Ravenclaw gave birth to Helena, and get a child from heaven.
Wouldn't Gryffindor have offspring like this?
While the young man was thinking, he caught a glimpse of Shirley nestled in his arms, holding a wine glass, drinking lightly and slowly.
He said softly, "Xue Li, I'll be really drunk in a while."
"I'm...not...drunk."
Shirley turned around, a round of blush quietly climbed up the girl's fair neck, she raised her face, approached Rove, stared at him, winkingly said:
"Rofe...I'm really not drunk..."
Rove stared blankly at the drunken girl, and his heart beat faster for a while.
she is so beautiful.
In an instant, he just wanted to hold Shirley in his arms.
As soon as this idea came to mind, Luo Fu was hugged tightly by Shirley, and she and the boy were clinging to each other, as if she wanted to rub herself into his body.
The lips of the two touched together.
He touched that soft, nutty, oaky, fruity, summery smell...that was Sherry.
After the suffocating kiss, Rove let go of Shirley, and found that she, who was drunk, was curled up in his arms and fell asleep like a kitten.
Rove gently stroked Shirley's beautiful cheeks, and after a while, he picked her up and walked towards his room.
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(I have been blocked nine times in a row, nine times! I posted this chapter at 4 o'clock, I don't believe it can be blocked after being deleted like this, speechless, speechless!!)