Jon sat at the table with a huge question in his mind, and he couldn't sit still.
He was indeed a little afraid that his father was a little green man, and of course, he was also afraid that he had a father from a pureblood family.
Or, was he actually adopted?
Oh, my God.
Jon's mind spun quickly, trying to think of which family among the 28 Holy Clans had characteristics that matched him, as well as another very serious matter.
In his impression, if he didn't count the small pureblood family like his grandmother's family, there was almost no pureblood family in the Hogwarts that wasn't related to Slythrin, except for the Weasley family.
Of course, he wasn't a member of the Weasley family, but at least his hair was black.
Heaven knows, he didn't want to have anything to do with the pureblood Wizard family of Slythrin.
Perhaps noticing that her grandson was a little uneasy, Madam Rowling winked at her daughter, and then the elegant old lady took out a delicate little wooden box from under the table, waving her hand and sending it in front of Jon.
"Dear, we haven't officially congratulated you on becoming a prospective Hogwarts student."
Jon looked at the box in front of him, and felt that there was a very big secret hidden inside.
He didn't pay attention to the box, and only put it aside, raised his wine glass and clinked it with his grandmother, and took a sip of the watermelon juice inside.
"Why don't you open it and take a look? This is a very good gift. "
Madam Rowling said with a smile.
Jon felt more and more uneasy. The thing inside the box, or rather the truth, was Schrodinger's cat to him. As long as he didn't open it, he wouldn't know the final result.
"I think it's better to go back to my room and take a look after dinner, that way it might be a little more mysterious."
Madam Rowling laughed, but Mrs. Smith turned her head and signaled Jon to open the box.
He had to listen to his mother's orders, after all, no matter who the father was, his mother definitely wouldn't have any problems.
Jon helplessly picked up the box, ready to accept the final result.
"Does father know about this?"
Before opening the box, he still wanted to confirm whether the truth had crossed his bottom line.
"Open it, dear Jon."
Mr. Smith obviously did not understand what his son meant. He replied, "I just found out about this as well. To be honest, I am as shocked as you are."
Did that mean that his guess was right?
But why are you smiling when you say this? Is this something to be happy about?
Jon was a little surprised and confused, but he didn't show it.
After all, he was not really a child. Some emotions could be handled very well.
Then, he gently turned the knob on the box and opened it.
Very good, there were a few folded pieces of paper inside. Because they had been there for a long time, they had already turned yellow.
Could it be a letter from the father that he had never met?
Jon opened the pieces of paper with trembling hands. He mustered up his courage and read through them. Then, he silently put the papers down and looked at his mother with an inquisitive look.
He didn't understand.
But one thing was clear: this wasn't a letter, but something like a contract.
"This is the deed to the Smith family's old house. It's the house next to the manor."
The one who explained wasn't Mrs. Lynn Smith, but Mr. Smith who was sitting beside her.
His tone rose, obviously excited: "I only found out today that the Smith family used to be a Wizard family. It's just that there hasn't been a Wizard for many generations. But Jon, my proud son, you have inherited our Smith family's Wizard bloodline and become a new little Wizard. From today onwards, our family's old house and Gringotts' treasury will be yours."
Jon: "?"
It sounded pretty amazing, but he didn't really understand.
Fortunately, Mrs. Rowling was an understanding old lady. She promptly explained to her grandson: "Smith family used to be a Wizard family a few generations ago. At that time, our two families lived together. But for some reason, the Smith family's Wizard bloodline suddenly stopped. Even if we intermarried with other pure-blooded Wizard families, we still couldn't give birth to any children with magic. This phenomenon continued until your father. After discussing with your grandfather, we decided to try again. I never thought that you would really inherit the Wizard bloodline."
… … This is really an incredible news.
"Alright, let me sort it out. My father is actually a descendant of a pure-blooded Wizard family. In order to awaken the family's Wizard bloodline, he chose to marry my mother. Is that right?"
"Simply speaking, yes."
Mr. Smith nodded: "But your mother and I are truly in love. We didn't know about this before. I thought you only inherited your mother's Wizard bloodline."
What a coincidence, he thought so too.
With the previous series of terrifying conjectures caused by Béla's foreshadowing, although this answer sounded outrageous, it was more acceptable to Jon.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith were very satisfied with their son's ability to accept things. The expected surprise did not appear, which made them very happy.
"Then, this matter is settled. I'll contact someone to renovate the old house tomorrow. You can stay at your grandmother's house for a few days, and then you can move in. You might not be used to living alone. Maybe you can invite Béla to live with you."
"What?"
Jon suspected that he was under a forgetting spell. How could he not remember when he agreed to this? And: "Why should I live alone? Aren't you two going to stay with me? "
"I'm afraid that's not possible."
Mr. Smith looked troubled: "You know, mom and dad both have jobs. It's more convenient to live in Greenwich. And it's good to live here alone. I heard from your mother that you can use magic freely if you live here. The Ministry of Magic won't send you a warning letter. "
Yes, I know all this!
Jon suspected that his father was not telling the truth, so he asked again: "But mom doesn't need to go to work! She can at least stay here with me, right? "
"Don't worry, Jon."
This time, it was not Mrs. Smith who spoke, but Aunt Mei who had been silent all this time. The middle-aged witch said in a gentle voice: "I'll take good care of you. The Wizard bloodline has finally reappeared in your family. I think your parents need to give you a few younger siblings."
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