Settle at Hogwarts

"Do you want to leave here with me?"

Erin felt the warm sunshine outside and felt a little moved in her heart, but she still shook her head.

"Dad said there are a lot of bad people out there, so I'd better stay here. Anyway, in a few years, I can go to Hogwarts."

Tabor felt that Erin didn't really want to go out.

"If you want to do something, tell me. Not even your father can stop me."

Seeing the encouragement in Tabor's eyes, Erin still shook her head: "No need, I'm fine."

Tabor nodded slightly. He didn't like to force others. Since Irene herself wasn't ready to escape, let her go.

Leaving Erin's sight, Tabor climbed along the wall into Prince Manor.

The manor's built-in defensive magic was like a decoration and had no effect at all.

Behind the messy and dilapidated courtyard, the stone castle is relatively clean.

Only the portraits hanging on the walls and some expensive decorations have disappeared.The original family warehouse also became empty.

"Tsk, you are really quite a waste."

Walking further inside, most of the family's books have been removed, and the tall bookshelves are already covered with dust.

"Since you don't cherish it so much, then I'll take it all away."

Tabor lifted the illusion spell on his box, and then unceremoniously threw all the books into it.

Go all the way to the end of the library, where there is a door with a covered portrait hanging on it.

Tabor pulled off the rag from the portrait, and the sharp sound of the portrait immediately echoed throughout the library.

"Damn it! That bastard covered up labor and capital!"

"Where's my library?"

"What about my huge pile of books?"

......

Tabor frowned, suddenly feeling that he was really mean.

Just when he was about to put the cloth back on, the portrait finally spotted the person standing in front of him.

"Hey, who are you? Are you the son of a bitch who emptied my grandfather's library?" The tone of the portrait was very arrogant.

"That's... a ghost! Whose grandson are you calling?"

Although Tabor knew in his heart that the person in the portrait was most likely an ancestor of the Prince family, he should not be considered a member of the Prince family now.

"You, you are not my grandson, how did you get in?"

Tabor couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Of course, I walked in. It's strange that the disabled magic outside that hasn't been maintained for a long time can stop me."

The old man in the portrait shook his head crazily: "Impossible, impossible, you must look like my grandson."

Tabor suddenly lost interest in arguing and became nothing more than a portrait hanging on the wall.

"Whatever you say."

After Tabor finished speaking, he was about to cover the painting again.

"No, Guy! Is the Prince family in trouble?"

Facing those eyes of the same color, Tabor dropped the cloth in his hand.

"I'm not a member of the Prince family, I don't know."

The old man in the portrait tilted his head, as if he was recalling something, and suddenly shouted: "I understand!"

Tabor felt a little helpless towards the whistling old man. If it weren't for the fact that the door behind him couldn't be opened, he would have left long ago.

"You are Axel's child, right? Tabor?"

Seeing the old man jumping up and down with joy and knocking over a pile of potions, Tabor nodded.

"I knew you would come!" The old man suddenly looked serious: "Tub Prince, are you willing to become the patriarch of the Prince family?"

Tabor blinked in confusion: "Isn't there already a clan leader? And our branch is no longer considered a family member."

"He is not the patriarch. I have been guarding this last door. Only the patriarchs of the Prince family can enter." A flash of memory flashed in the old man's eyes: "The only people Dio has identified as the next patriarch are you or Irene. "

"What do I need to do to become a clan leader?"

"You don't have to do anything, just ensure the continuation of the family in the future." The old man said with a smile. In his opinion, no one can refuse to inherit a family.

"Sorry, I don't want or need to continue my bloodline."

The old man looked at Tabor in shock: "You like men? But that's okay. The family has the formula for a fertility potion."

Tabor rolled his eyes. Ever since he noticed that the divine power began to shape his appearance, he had been subconsciously trying to avoid having too deep emotional ties to others.You can like it, but you can't love it deeply.

"I want to pursue immortality and don't need descendants to continue my life."

"Immortality? In fact, there are not many magic potions that can prevent death. In every generation, there are always a few people with amazing talents who can extend life."

The light in the old man's eyes became brighter: "The pursuit of immortality is also very good. You will get more help by becoming the leader of the clan."

Tabor looked at the empty bookshelf: "Is that what you're talking about?"

"Of course not, that's just a part. In fact, those outside are all copies. Many original books, as well as the most precious things, can only be accessed by the clan leader."

Tabor stared at the portrait: "I can choose whoever I want to be the patriarch in the future, right?"

The old man smiled kindly: "Of course, that is the power of the patriarch, as long as he is of Prince's blood. However, as the patriarch of a potion family, his ability to brew potions must be outstanding."

"What should I do?"

"Blood, drip on the door handle, and then read your name. If successful, you can push the door open."

After Tabor did so, the door that he could not push open opened a crack with a "click".

"come in."

Tabor turned around and closed the door before walking in.

The space inside is not too big, just an ordinary living room.

On the bedside table is a portrait of the old man at the door.

"Lying on the bed, you can go to the treasure house underground."

Tabor lay down as he was told and felt a sense of weightlessness. Just when he was about to use his flying magic, the bed fell to the ground lightly.

"Welcome to the patriarch."

Tabor looked at the two house elves in front of him and called tentatively: "Bibi?"

The smaller one immediately raised his head and said, "What are your orders, the patriarch?"

Tabor knew that these two should be the existing house elves of the Prince family.

"The patriarch has the highest authority over all the elves in the family, and even their master cannot change it."

Tabor glanced at the third portrait of an old man on the wall.

"You know that you are not allowed to leak out the fact that you met me today and that the Prince family has a new patriarch?"