Settle at Hogwarts

If he really hadn't figured out a way to turn a squib into a wizard within six years, then Viola would be better off staying in the world of ordinary people in the future.

After discussing some specific details, the three of them went downstairs to enjoy a sumptuous dinner together.

After finishing the meal, Old Malfoy said: "Although squibs are rare, among so many pure-blood families, there are still one or two in each generation."

Tabor narrowed his eyes. He knew who had a squib. It was not a secret at all in a pure-blood family.

"There is one in the Weasley family. Their eldest son still hasn't shown any magical talent this year."

Tabor looked at Old Malfoy, wondering if he wanted to use him to deal with the Weasley family, who had conflicts with the Malfoy family.

Abraxas knew that Tabor didn't know much about pure-blood families, so he explained from the side: "That Weasley's mother was originally the daughter of the Black family, but she ignored the family's objections after she graduated. She married Septimus Weasley, so she was expelled from the Black family. This incident was quite a big deal at the time, so the Malfoy family paid some attention to their family."

"How old is that little Weasley?"

Old Malfoy hesitated: "Probably, 9 or 10 years old."

Tabor shook his head. Although magic riots basically occur in underage wizards aged 6 to 8 years old, the possibility of other situations cannot be ruled out.For example, the development of magic power is slower than that of peers, or the personality is naturally calm.

"I still hope to find someone who is over 11 years old. After being screened by Hogwarts, there will be almost no omissions."

"Well, there really aren't many squibs who are still in the wizarding world over the age of 11, and many of them are poor bastards who simply couldn't survive outside, so they came back in despair."

There was an unconcealable contempt in Old Malfoy's tone: "However, if you really want, I can check the Hogwarts freshman list in advance. As long as there are children from any family who have appeared at the banquet, If they are not included in the list, you can find the squibs among them.”

"what ever,"

Tabor waved his hand indifferently. He just wanted to see the results. As for the process of preparing materials at the Malfoy family, he didn't care.

"There are some books about blood in the Malfoy family's collection. If you need it, you can ask Abu to take you to see it." Old Malfoy was silent for a long time before suddenly saying.

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy. Thank you for helping me. You will be glad for today's decision in the future."

Tabor glanced at Abraxas with a smile.

"Then I won't disturb you two."

After being sent out of the manor, under the watchful eyes of Malfoy and his son, Tabor directly used flying magic and instantly blended into the night.

Old Malfoy rubbed the wand in his hand: "This junior of yours is indeed not simple! Not only potions, but also his flying magic, which most wizards can't do."

Abraxas did not refute. He knew Tabor better than his father, so he naturally knew more.

"You know, you should be friends with this kind of person? If you become an enemy one day, you must kill him with one blow."

Abraxas turned to face his elderly father, and after a while he said: "I will not let him become an enemy."

After leaving, Tabor admitted that the reason why he used flying magic instead of apparating directly was because he was willing to demonstrate deliberately.

Although Galleons are very important in the magic world, the most powerful thing is always the overwhelming force.

If he was really just an ordinary pharmacist, he would probably become a wage earner of the Malfoy family many years later.Only by letting them understand part of their own strength can they suppress the thoughts in their hearts that they shouldn't have.

Back at No. 9 Spider End Lane, Tabor threw himself directly on the bed.

The Malfoy family has books about blood and the like.Tabor felt that there should be no Prince family, but it was a pity that when he was reading it, most of his attention was focused on practical books.

"I haven't been to Prince Castle in so many years, and I don't know how Irene is doing."

Thinking of the girl who had stayed at Axel Manor for a while, Tabor felt a little uncomfortable.

Her parents really wanted to take care of her at that time, but she resolutely chose to return to Prince Castle and never sent a letter after that.

Fortunately, Viola made their dream of a daughter come true.

Thinking of his behavior of seducing magical animals with love potions and rushing into the castle, Tubo suddenly wanted to laugh.

When you don't have the strength, you can only choose to be sneaky and use some little tricks that don't show up on the stage.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright outside the window.

Thinking of his thoughts before going to bed last night, Tabor decided to visit Prince Castle.

My uncle and the defensive magic of the Prince family should not be able to stop me now.

After apparating to the place in his memory, Tabor couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the manor, which was more dilapidated than it was a few years ago.

"who are you?"

Eileen felt that the person in front of her looked familiar, so she did not hide quietly in a dark corner as usual.Instead, he asked softly through the thick fence.

"Eileen?"

Tabor looked at the thin and pale girl in front of him, and suddenly felt that he should have come over earlier to take a look.Even though his father was a jerk, she chose him over her uncle and her father without hesitation.

"I'm your brother. How are you and your uncle doing lately?"

Erin frowned and pondered for a while, then found information about her uncle's family in the corner of her memory and her father's complaints.

"Are you, Tabor?"

There was some confusion in her tone.

"You still remember me, right? My parents have missed you for a long time. Why have I never written to them?"

Aileen stood across the fence, with a hint of grievance in her voice: "Dad didn't let me use the owl at home. Even the letters sent from my uncle's house were burned by him."

Tabor rubbed the throbbing veins on his forehead and asked as calmly as possible: "Then he's not at home usually? What do you do every day?"

Erin didn't talk much, but she was happy that someone was willing to chat with her.

"Dad often comes back only once in a long time. I read a lot of books every day, and Dad will check them when he comes back. However, most of the time I cannot accurately remember the knowledge in those books."

As if thinking of the terrible consequences, Irene's black eyes were covered with mist.