Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 590 - 167: Return to Diagon Alley!

Can only say.

Uncertainties of the world are like the intestines, never sure which holds which, Ian simply wanted to lower the other's favorability, yet unexpectedly encountered such a Dragon and Phoenix level understanding.

That is, the little wizard is not here.

Otherwise, his facial expression would surely be quite remarkable.

"Is it like this..." Madam Armand Greengrass clearly trusted her husband greatly, despite his whereabouts being somewhat suspect, she still thoughtfully nodded.

"You're still the smarter one."

Madam Armand Greengrass became increasingly aware.

Same old saying.

Where dragons appear.

Phoenix must be there too.

Not a family member, can't enter the same house.

The two of them conversed along the way, returning to the already cleaned by house-elves dining room.

"When we get back, do more mental work for Daphne, let her work hard in school, now at least in terms of alliances, we are ahead of our friends." Theodore Greengrass reminded his wife, knowing their daughter would listen more to his wife's advice.

"Mm, I know what to do."

Madam Armand Greengrass nodded, but her face revealed a hint of concern, "Theodore, our old headmaster wouldn't stir up any trouble this time, would he?"

"It started with him himself, then Harry Potter, now it's Ian Prince, who knows when he'll change his mind again."

Clearly, Armand Greengrass has developed some PTSD symptoms towards Albus Dumbledore, but thinking deeper, her concerns are not without reason.

"I think this time, our headmaster is not the only decision-maker, he can't veto everything again." Theodore Greengrass' thoughts were contrary to his wife's.

He smiled confidently.

Looking towards the small workshop newspaper set as a conversation piece. The largest headline was about the preparation of "Despicable Newt: The Tragedy of Grindelwald" for filming.

Perhaps the Greengrass family man wasn't "wise" in all aspects, as it's times when smart people tend to overthink and complicate matters. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"What do you mean? More than one person is optimistic about this Phoenix Society's new Dumbledore follower?" Madam Armand Greengrass noticed her husband's gaze.

She noticed the wizard portrait with a small mustache on the newspaper.

Her expression suddenly turned uncertain.

And just as Madam Armand Greengrass seemed to first become aware and realize certain situations, Theodore Greengrass' next words made her pupils dilate suddenly.

"That's exactly what sets Ian Prince apart from others; if, and I say if... Ian Prince isn't whom our old headmaster values as the Phoenix Society follower?"

Theodore Greengrass lowered his voice.

"What do you mean?"

His wife's eyes were flickering intensely.

"You've seen the people around him, Lupin, yes, the core member of the Phoenix Society... perhaps our old headmaster already plans to have the Phoenix Society to serve this little wizard in future."

"Not just that."

"From recent happenings, our old headmaster changed his usual ways for this little wizard, actively applying or rather demanding a Merlin Medal for him... I suspect his prior forced entry into Gringotts is unavoidably linked with this little wizard."

"Have you ever thought about why all this?"

"Various signs indicate, he not only decided to make the Phoenix Society the force at this little wizard's disposal, even he himself has staked his lifetime honor into this."

"We all know about his victory against the mysterious man, all from the Memory Stone he released; what we can observe is only what the great Dumbledore wants us to see."

"These combined, the answer is already clear." Theodore Greengrass' analysis made Madam Armand Greengrass' expression turn uncertain.

"You're saying Dumbledore wants to make a king?"

Her voice was full of disbelief.

"Darling, your perception should be sharper."

Under his wife's increasingly shocked and horrified gaze, Theodore Greengrass raised his head to look at the family crest, his voice resolutely lowered as he softly spoke.

"It's Dumbledore already placing his bet... he's following." Theodore Greengrass' voice softly echoed in the silent dining room.

"No! Oh my, your thoughts are too crazy!"

Madam Armand Greengrass' voice carried a bit of tremor.

"Not crazy, it might be reality, consider why I'm rushed to bet, think carefully, some situations can support my view..."

The couple continued conversing.

They were deeply immersed in their analysis.

Failing to realize.

The door behind them was slightly ajar.

"Daphne! Daphne! Are mommy and daddy finished eating?" A little girl named Astoria Greengrass asked her elder sister, sobbing.

"????"

Daphne regretted adding embellishments to her stories, worried her sister might say something wrong when she went to school, leading to a terribly dark school life.

...

A new day began.

Diagon Alley in the morning, seemingly gently awakened from an ancient dream by magic, gradually shaking off the night's silence, bursting into its unique vitality and vigor. As the first rays of sunlight pierced the mist, softly grazing over cobblestone-laid narrow streets, the entire alley slowly started waking up.

The shops lining the streets, weathered by countless ages, lit warm lights, or hung colorful signs, each exuding distinctive charm.

Before the wand shop "Olivander's Wand Shop", slender wooden windows slowly opened, revealing inside neatly placed magic wands, seemingly waiting for new owners to arrive.

The subtle scent of wood and magic faintly floated in the air.

"This shop is also part of my properties!" The little wizard was introducing Diagon Alley to the already dazzled Hermione Granger family, emphasizing all properties under his ownership.

"This shop's owner likes to deceive people, wait until I drink a potion to transform, follow you and listen to how he deceives people, maybe he updated a new version this year, I need excuses and reasons for raising rents."

Ian clearly held grudges.

Before Hermione's mouth turned into an O shape and the couple could speak, a swaying, hunched figure walked out from the wand shop.

"Mr. Prince... your deed was given by me..."

An old man of advanced age spoke resignedly.

"Huh?"

Ian clearly hadn't expected this.

"Your ears are quite sharp."

He could only sheepishly choose to laugh it off.

"I didn't know you also have relatives going to Slytherin College..." Ian opted to change the topic, seeing Hermione already excitedly rushing into the shop.

"Do we choose wands here? Will having a wand allow me to cast spells?" Hermione looked visibly excited facing the dazzling array of wands.

"Slow down, Hermione."

Lady Granger quickly followed inside the shop.

"Are you still going to transform?"

Mr. Granger teased looking at the embarrassed Ian beside him.

"Probably not."

The little wizard's cheeks turned a little red.

And at that moment.

Olivander, who entered the shop together, finally answered Ian's previous question.

"My grandson will go to Hogwarts this year, but that's not why I invested in you, Mr. Prince, just like I said when we first met."

"You're destined to achieve unparalleled accomplishments." Olivander's voice carried a bit of sentiment, his finger pointing to a corner by the shop window.

The blonde boy looked up and smiled.

Yet his face always gave the little wizard a sense of déjà vu.