A castle on the outskirts of Berlin, Germany, 1980.

A Gothic-style castle erected next to a huge freshwater lake, if it weren't for a huge octopus in the lake, it would undoubtedly be a beautiful sight to behold. The stereotypical Germans, it seems, never discovered that on the outskirts of their own capital, there was such a castle and an octopus comparable to the Loch Ness Monster.

And this mysterious castle is lit up in the middle of the night, and there are constantly some strangely dressed people coming in and out. Flocks of owls flew into the castle, wrapped in different sizes on their feet. The owner of the castle, Balde, will have his first child born tonight.

A few months ago, the oldest family in European magic, the Peverell family, declared their neutrality against the mystery people. For nearly a hundred years, the Peverells have never openly supported any political force, which is as famous as their Parseltongue that has been passed down for generations.

The loud shout of "Lord" seemed to bring the whole castle to life. Balder directly apparition appeared to the delivery room, looking at the chubby baby, smiling in his wife's ring, and the witch next to him was using a quick recovery to make the mother recover as soon as possible.

"It's a boy, my dear, and he looks so much for you. Under the effect of the Restoration Charm, Madame Balder regained some vitality, and her deep blue eyes glanced at her husband, and then turned her kind gaze to her son. Balde Peverell was so excited that he nodded desperately and carefully took over his sole heir. Being old and having a son means a lot to Bald, and it also means "a lot of things" to people within the family.

Suddenly, a fireball ignited by the window. At the exclamation of the midwife, Lady Seve abruptly rose from her bed, drew her wand, and pointed it at the flame. Balder drew his wand faster, and a green spell flew towards the window. Beautiful bird with red and gold colorful feathers, flying out of the fire. In the midst of the horrified gaze of the crowd, he opened his mouth and swallowed the Avada Curse: it burned into a ball of flames and fell to the ground, small, crumpled, and never to rise again.

"Phoenix" Balder's eyes were fixed on the ground, little phoenix.

"What does that mean, Bald," Sif asked nervously, scared, unmoved on her wand.

Balde did not answer his wife's question. His gaze wandered back and forth between his son, who was already asleep, and the phoenix, which kept making a faint chirping.

For a moment the whole room, only sounding, pitiful chirping.

"The future patriarch of the Peverell family, Phoenix Peverell," Balder said his son's name with a firm and loud voice, still looking at the little phoenix.

Little Phoenix seemed to agree with the name and sang a cheerful song.

Balder appeared in the hall with his son in his arms. A flood of congratulations, applause, and cheers poured into this novice father who had something on his mind. However, as the patriarch of an ancient family, it is basic not to put his own joys and sorrows on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I've decided to let my beloved son attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Bald announced the news loudly to the people in the hall after receiving congratulations from several families with high positions in the wizarding world.

The old families from England were undoubtedly the most excited and applauded, while the Russian and German families were smiling reluctantly. You know, the Peverell family, who have graduated from Durmstrang for the last few hundred years, can't express any dissatisfaction at this time. The French family didn't care, and Peverell never went to Beauxbatons to go to school.

The butler Watson's waist was straight, his short black hair was meticulously groomed, he walked quickly to the side of the housekeeper and whispered a few words, Balder nodded slightly to indicate that he knew, whispered a few words, handed the child to his wife, and strode out of the hall with the butler.

Balder dodged into a secret dark room, with only a round table and two chairs. In the wall on the right, there is also a meditation basin, glowing with a faint blue light, which looks very eerie and quiet.

"My lord, I've brought something. "A man in a black cloak, with his hood pressed very low, got up from his chair and saluted.

"Sit, Seist," he drew his wand, and with a wave of his hand there were two full glasses of Ogden's aged strong whiskey.

The man pulled out a small crystal ball and placed it on the table, looking up as if asking what to do next. Balde took a sip, sat there and looked at the prophecy ball, and said after a long time. "Put it in the Prophecy Hall of the British Ministry of Magic, be careful. ”