Chapter 2386 Unreliable Guide

If it is true that even personality can be inherited in this world, then the inheritance of the Snape family is probably that "the son is more like the father", and Tia, an unknown daughter, is more inclined to the mother.

Of course, it's not obvious at all.

Because back then, Irene Snape...or Irene Prince's weakness was only engraved in her bones, but on the surface, she was rather surly-many times, a person's appearance always Makes more of a first impression, doesn't it?

What's more, the mother of Tia and Severus actually didn't talk much in front of her.

So, yes, Tia is indeed a bit more like a mother - she is very cowardly from the bottom of her heart. And, even though she is equally dull and quiet, her less aggressive appearance than her mother makes her seem a lot easier to bully.

But in the final analysis, no matter whether it is the mother Irene or Tia herself, or even their really surly husband, the father who has never met, none of them are stupid.

Like her elder brother who was separated since childhood in another country, Tia is also very smart, but she is always covered up by her infinitely magnified weakness and deceit.

At this moment, facing a strange stranger who anyone would feel apprehensive or even fearful, Tia, while equally trembling, never stopped thinking. Even though she just woke up from her sleep, even if she had to live for a while before she was only eleven years old, her thinking was clear from beginning to end.

"...The one who drove Johnny and the others away during the day was your Excellency?"

Obviously, I can really feel that the little girl in front of me is exuding fear all the time, but the "person" outside the window finds that her already crumbling sanity seems to be on the verge of collapse. Yes, it was as if a person had been pushed to the edge of a cliff, even with one foot hanging outside, but this seemingly extremely dangerous person still stood there without falling.

Honestly, when this unusual situation happens to a seemingly timid and weak little girl...it's all the more special.

"This is indeed a very special child."

The man outside the window thought so at the time.

It didn't take too much time to speculate for a moment, and soon, Little Tia heard the unreal figure outside the window cough lightly, and said softly:

"Miss Prince, yes, you guessed right...Of course, that's just a trivial matter to me, and you don't have to worry about it."

"Sister Talisa said that we should repay our gratitude, just like our Lord has blessed us with joy and harmony, we should bid farewell to yesterday, believe in our Lord and spread the gospel for the beauty of today and tomorrow."

After all, Tia was still a child, so she might have her own thoughts, but she unconsciously recited the words spoken by the pastor nun word by word.

It's a pity that she had completely chosen the wrong partner this time, because the one standing in front of her was a wizard.

"Oh, I've heard about evangelicals... Well, it's still the same sentence-do you want to leave here? Miss Prince, in fact, you have some special potential in you. So I think, you You should leave here and go to a school called 'Ilvermorny'... that's right, just like your biological mother, go to a school that can guide you how to use the power in your body... Magic school!"

To be precise,

Tia's mother, Irene Prince, was not at Ilvermorny, but at Hogwarts. But so what? In the UK, go to Hogwarts, and in the US, of course, go to Ilvermorny.

"Magic...school?" Tia, who was already a little confused, suddenly became more confused.

"Yes, magic school." The other party seemed to smile, "Actually, you were born a wizard—your mother was, and so are you."

"...Wizard?" Little Tia looked even more confused.

"Well, maybe it's time to introduce myself - I'm John Stewart, a member of the 'Mason's Workshop'... oh, so you don't get it, so or rather, I'm the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year 'leader' of... well, I mean, one of them."

Obviously, this is the John of the year.

More than ten years ago, he was not a very reliable person; and more than ten years later, when he crossed the Atlantic to Italy to try to meet Snape, he seemed to naturally become a very unreliable person. of middle-aged people.

The string of titles he was chanting at this time were actually useless. In fact, he was just an Ilvermorny welcome worker who was sent out from the "workshop" that year.

The family inherited from the founder became an independent department, and it has always been attached to the research institute of Ilvermorny. Every year, it also needs to do some small work for Ilvermorny, so as to maintain their relationship with Ilvermorny more or less. Good relationship between Maney teachers and students. The Stewart Family Research Institute, which was established by a special inheritance talent, has actually not had an easy life these years.

"In other words, I should go to the one you said..."

"Ilvermorny."

"Yes, 'Ilvermorny' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... Should I go there to learn how to be a wizard...?"

Although she was still a little timid, after such a short period of adaptation, Tia finally spoke a little more smoothly. She muttered softly, somewhat reluctantly accepting this fact—it would be too unrealistic to say that this was actually a lie, not to mention that the object of the deception was only an orphan in a church orphanage.

Just as Tia was thinking this way, suddenly, she couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"The evening before yesterday... I broke a thermos."

It was a little strange, because Little Tia suddenly mentioned a trivial matter that sounded very inconspicuous. Even if it was not a small matter to herself, because she had just been punished for this incident yesterday morning.

But soon, John, who was standing in the darkness outside the window, seemed to be slightly nodded.

"You remember, yes... that's actually quite normal. Maybe you haven't experienced it - you certainly haven't experienced it, but in fact, it has happened to every little wizard, but the actual details vary. It's just different...a hot water bottle flies up by itself, compared with those more grandiose ones, yours is nothing at all."

Saying this, in the darkness, John suddenly pulled out his wand from his pocket, and lightly touched the window sill in front of him. The next moment, the window sill made of masonry and cement suddenly wanted to separate from the two sides automatically, completely exposing his true appearance to Little Tia's field of vision.

"Want to go out for a walk? I can take you flying for a while-my Quidditch flying skills are not bad!" John said with a heartless smile.

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