Chapter 56: My Dark Lord Father?

As the old home of the Scamander family, it naturally has a long history. Rove took Shirley around to visit it.

They followed a dark passage and quickly entered a very hidden room.

The layout of the room is very simple, with only stone statues carved from dragon crystal placed on both sides of the room, extending into the darkness in the distance.

"These are the statues of the Scamander family's ancestors." Rolf took Shirley forward and introduced to her:

"Thousands of years ago, wizards commonly used dragon crystal to make statues of themselves, which were passed down to future generations. At that time, only the Lydians knew how to draw magical portraits."

“In the fifth century BC, the Persian Empire destroyed the Kingdom of Lydia, and the wizards there fled to the Peloponnese. The method of drawing magical portraits was spread in Greece.

Later, with Alexander's Eastern Expedition, it spread to Central Asia and Europe. "

Shirley followed Luo Fu and shuttled between the statues. Sure enough, she saw that the stone statues slowly disappeared behind them and were replaced by portraits.

When the girl saw that the portraits were motionless and did not look like they were pretending to sleep, she wondered: "Why don't they move?"

"Over time, the magic on the portrait dissipated, and it became the same as a Muggle portrait." Rolf shrugged.

Shirley snorted and looked into the distance again, wondering: "Rolf, is this your family's tomb?"

"No, this is a room that only stores statues, portraits and family trees." Luof suddenly stopped and whispered:

"Speaking of which... actually, even I don't know where our family's cemetery is."

The girl with the ponytail looked surprised.

"Only my grandfather knows the specific location," said Luo Fe. "He will pass it on to my father, and my father will pass it on to me... It has been passed down from generation to generation. This has been the case for thousands of years."

Luofu didn't know why it was kept so secretive. He could only guess that there were secrets in the tomb, and the fewer people who knew the specific location, the better.

But then again, what ancient family doesn't have some secrets?

For example, the Ravenclaw family possesses the remains of ancient wizards; the Potter family has the Deathly Hallows Invisibility Cloak passed down from generation to generation... focusing on an ancient inheritance!

Walking to the end of the room, Shirley's eyes were attracted by a wall. On that wall was a 100-foot gilded tree covered with silver leaves. There were dozens of bright and beautiful flowers among the leaves.

"This is the family tree of the Scamander family." Rolf raised his finger and pointed at the mural and said:

"The women in the family will be marked with flowers, and the men will be marked with silver leaves. The names are connected with gold threads, forming the branches of the big tree."

"If the wizard dies, the leaves and flowers will wither and die from the family tree."

The ponytail girl's face was full of surprise, and her eyes were searching on the family tree. Luofu knew what she was looking for, so he pointed to the shining silver leaf at the top and said:

"I'm there."

Shirley looked up and saw the name 'Rolf Scamander'.

A single vertical golden thread branched from him, leading to his parents, and another golden thread connected to 'Newt Scamander' and 'Tina Goldstein'.

And 'Newt Scamander' and 'Theseus Scamander' are also connected together with a golden thread, and there is a name next to Theseus...'Lita Lestrange '.

"Theseus is my grandfather's brother, and Lita is his fiancée. Back then, when the Wiccan Party gathered in Paris, Lita died fighting against Grindelwald." Rolf sighed softly:

"Theseus never remarried and recorded his fiancée Rita's name on the family tree."

After hearing this, Shirley was a little moved, and her heart was filled with regret and regret. She continued to look at the family tree and saw those golden threads connecting each name.

Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gaunt, Potter, Weasley... many surnames are very familiar to the girl.

"Pure-blood families are all related to each other." Rolf said, "If you really count, I am Voldemort's distant cousin.

There is one more thing you may not have thought of! "

"What's going on?" Seeing that the young man was trying to show off, Shirley pulled his sleeve and shook it, and said softly: "Say it quickly."

"Back then, Voldemort's grandfather Marvolo Gaunt wanted to marry his daughter Merope Gaunt to my grandfather." Rolf smiled.

Shirley opened her mouth slightly, stunned by these words.

"The Gunter family was already in decline at that time. There were only a few dilapidated old houses, and food was a problem." Rolf continued to talk:

"The luxurious life Marvolo wants is to marry off his daughter at a high price."

"A pure-blood family of the right age must be rich, and there are even fewer wizards to choose from... My grandfather was only twenty-six or seventeen years old at the time, and he just met the conditions.

Marvolo came to discuss it, but my great-grandmother saw that Merope was ugly and not very clever, so she refused directly. "

Shirley patted her chest and said with some fear, "Fortunately I refused."

"Who says it's not the case?" Rolf said with a smile: "It would be fatal if a Voldemort of the Scamander family were born."

This made the young man feel lucky and also regretful. After all, if his grandfather was Newt and his father was the Dark Lord... then the whole world would have gone sideways.

Rolf picked out some other interesting family anecdotes, told them to Shirley, and then took her out of the room to visit other places.

The two walked around the old house, and finally returned to Rove's room. They stood on the balcony and looked at the gorgeous night view.

Shirley leaned on the railing, looking at the clear night sky with a crescent moon, her eyes hazy and blurred, and murmured:

"It's so beautiful... Rove, I like it here!"

"Then you can sleep in my room tonight, I guarantee that you can see the starry sky as soon as you open your eyes in the middle of the night." Rove smiled:

"As for me... I will continue to squeeze with you reluctantly."

"No need." Shirley looked at the boy, smiled with her hands covering her mouth, her eyes narrowed into crescents, and said in a soft voice:

"There is also a balcony in my room, where you can see the night view, so I won't squeeze you. You always fall off the bed and hurt your waist."

"It's okay, my bed is quite big, not as small as the bed in the monastery, and it won't fall at night." Rove smiled.

Seeing that the ponytail girl still shook her head, Rolf threatened:

"Shirley, this old house is haunted. You'd better squeeze in with me on your first night. If you are infected with my scent, the ghost will not bother you."

Shirley suppressed her laughter and said, "It's okay. When I was in the kitchen at night, grandma told me to tell her if anyone bullied me. If a ghost dared to bother me, I would tell grandma."

"..."

Rolf sighed softly, and said with a face full of "grievances": "You found a new backer and don't want me anymore."

"No." Shirley tilted her head gently, resting her head on Rolf's broad and warm shoulders, and murmured:

"Besides, isn't my backer you?"

Rolf took the opportunity to hug the girl into his arms. The two did not speak for a while, but snuggled together and looked into the distance.

Then... Newt and Tina, who were walking on the road, appeared on the street, followed by three cats with light bulbs.

Rove looked at Newt and Tina holding hands and smiled, "They have such a good relationship."

Shirley hummed, she looked at the two old people, seemed to think of something, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Rove stared at Shirley's profile and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking..." The ponytail girl made a playful face at Rove and smiled:

"When we are old, when you hold my hand and walk on the road, I will tell you!"

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