Central England, South Yorkshire.

The county was founded in 1974 as one of England's largest industrial centres, still very young in the eyes of Muggles in England. And when they didn't know it, there was an ancient wizard family in this land.

At the eastern foot of the Pennines, on an open plain, stands a huge manor.

Yaxley Manor has existed here for at least a thousand years. Countless Muggle banishments had been planted around it, so much so that in the eyes of Muggles, it was a barren and obscene swamp.

In the ornate study, a calm-faced old man in a gilded robe sits at a long, elegantly decorated table. A marble fireplace illuminates the study.

There are all kinds of ancient and mysterious items in the study, which are randomly placed in various corners by the old man.

"Family master, the young master is back."

A middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper knocked on the door, walked up to the old man, and said respectfully.

The old man's eyebrows raised slightly, his tone was not wavering, and he said, "Let him in." ”

The steward took the order. A short time later, Krell Yaxley, dressed as a hunter, walked in. His outfit was out of place with the manor, and the two-horned hat on top of his head made the old man's heart even more angry.

"Do you still know to come back?"

The old man squinted at Krell and said lightly.

"I miss you, father."

Krell said with a grin, the expression on his face was not like that of a middle-aged man, but more like that of a child who had not grown up. He sat down on a soft chair with a big grin, and crossed Erlang's legs.

"Haven't had enough of it?"

The old man's tone was slightly cold, and he finally raised his eyes to look at Krel.

"Don't do it." Krell waved his hand, "You've had this face since you were a child, and you still want to scare me?" Talking to my sister is that you don't have this expression at all. ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, his expression softened, but he still didn't give Krell any good look:

"Can you compare to your sister? It's good to come back and inherit the family business honestly, you have to be a bounty hunter, you still think it's the wizarding world of the last century? And went to Hogwarts to be a professor......"

"What's the hurry, it's not a problem for your physique to live for a few more decades......"

With a wave of his hand, a wine bottle appeared, and he took it, took a sip, and said with a smile.

The old man was not angry, and seemed to be accustomed to Krel's way of speaking.

"If you don't come back, you can do something for your sister, she is too busy in Albania to come back once, but you are hunting those low-level dark creatures all day long, it's really ......"

The old man waved his hand and changed his tone, "Also, when will you give me my grandson?" They are all in their thirties, and the Yaxley family does not have a son-in-law...... Do you know that the face of the family is about to be lost by you. ”

Speaking of this topic, Krell suddenly nervous, and said with a sneer, "What's the hurry...... Don't you have a grandson......"

The old man's expression was a little complicated, he looked out the window and said:

"I haven't seen that kid yet......"

"I promise to be better than my sister when she was a child." Krell patted his chest and punched the ticket, "And, next semester he's going to Nordic and spend a year at Durmstrang." ”

"Durmstrang." The old man whispered, "Count the time, he was thirteen years old at that time. When he gets back from Durmstrang, let him go back to his family. ”

As he spoke, the old man picked up a quill pen, and a brand new piece of parchment automatically appeared on the desk.

"It's just that the environment over there is a bit chaotic, and everyone knows how to use black magic ......"

Krell said, "I'm a little worried......

"Dark Magic ......"

……

After coming out of Selwyn Manor, Norlin thought about it and returned to London first, where he stayed at Old Tom's Leaky Cauldron.

After getting off the train, he and Elena returned to the Selwyn family to perform the annual seal for Elena and her mother, Isadale.

As his strength continued to improve, his comprehension of the Secret Book of Laws had reached a higher level, and he estimated that it would not be a problem for the seal to be stable for two or three years this time.

In this way, he can rest assured that he will spend his next semester in Durmstrang.

It's already nighttime when I get to the Leaky Cauldron. Unlike the messy mess on the first floor, the rooms on the second floor are shockingly tidy.

Norlin sat on the white bed for a while, bored, and decided to go for a night in London.

He put away his robes, changed them into Muggle clothes, and jumped from the second floor.

With the blessing of the shock absorbing charm, Norlin landed steadily, and then walked leisurely on the streets of London at night.

For those who love London's nightlife, there are different classes of people who have different kinds of fun. In the north of London, Canada Street, which is still bright at night, citizens who want to relax at night have wandered into the street night market.

Old-fashioned brick and concrete walls line food stalls, and the smell of alcohol mingles with the smell of alcohol in everyone's mouths and noses, luring people to willingly pull out the pounds in their pockets.

Nolin walks and eats a fried spicy meatball, taking in the scene of London's night market. I didn't have the opportunity to come to England in my previous life, and now it's not bad to visit the London night market in the nineties.

Norin's development is quite normal, at the age of twelve, with a height of more than one meter and six, the citizens will not be too concerned.

He walked through this fiery food street to a smaller street next door. Colorful neon lights flicker with unbearable light pollution, rendering everything on the street a dim and distorted glow.

It's more of a row of places that only open at night to attract customers. The obscure air that is unique to this place seems to pull everyone who strays into this place into a bottomless abyss.

Norlin walked into the street and observed with interest. There are many scantily clad sexy girls around, throwing winks at passers-by on the street, looking forward to life.

Still, no one thinks anything wrong about Nolin. In their eyes, a child of this age does not even have the minimum consumption qualification, and some people even laughed and scolded him loudly:

"Hey! Go home to Mom and Dad, this is not the place for you! ”

Norin smiled, knowing that he meant well and was not angry. However, this shout made many people pay attention to Nolin.

Norlin's brow furrowed, as if a few eyes lingered on him with malicious intent, alarming him. He sneered and walked unmoved towards a dark path.

The trail is remote and inhospitable, and it is difficult for light to be cast through the surrounding buildings.

Norlin behaved like a disoriented child who had strayed into this place, secretly vigilant in his heart.

Suddenly, a pale hand reached over his shoulder and covered his mouth and nose.