Chapter 360 Curse in Snow Fortress

( ) At the end of 1980, the snow fluttered and fell, and it accumulated overnight, decorating the whole of Paris like a silver-white fairy tale.

On the roof, on the side of the street, in front of the shop...almost all places seem to be covered with a layer of white whipped cream, so bulging that people can't help but want to pick up a handful and taste it.

The Muggles came and went on this cold morning, making a crunching sound as they stepped on the snow, and the water vapor they exhaled curled up lightly, escaping into the hazy sky.

The rotation of the four seasons is the charm of nature.

It was this early morning that Blois Castle was also covered with a thick layer of white quilt, which looked soft, and it seemed that it was not so cold anymore.

Today's Blois Castle looks very busy, and the snow in the atrium has not been cleared. The servants hurried back and forth on the snow, most of them had happy smiles, as if some great happy event had happened in the castle.

A series of footprints became more and more clear in the vast courtyard, and finally they were stepped out of a wet snow path.

"Is the kitchen ready? The first batch of guests should be arriving soon, everyone hurry up—"

A heroic head maid stood at the gate of the main castle, waving her hands deftly, ordering the servants loudly, like a female conductor of a symphony orchestra.

But after saying a few words, it disappeared on the spot with a "crack", leaving only a pair of deep footprints on the ground.

From the looks of it, she seemed to see that there was no major problem here, so she disapparated and went to wave the baton elsewhere.

"Oh! Missy is about to give birth, and I don't know whether the child will follow the father or the mother!"

In the hallway off the atrium, two young maids Apparated almost simultaneously. They greeted each other and chatted as they walked...

"It should be called 'Madam'! Even if you came with Madam, you should change your name!" Another maid poked her waist with a hand and said with a smile, "As for the appearance of Master and Madam, No matter who it is, it will be the same!"

"Yes, yes! Tell me..." the maid who spoke first whispered, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"I heard that the master doesn't care about men and women, and he likes children! So the wife and the master didn't plan to do divination, and just waited for Waldo's blessing!"

"Hey... Miss is so happy! I don't know where my other half is?"

"It's Ma'am,

Oops—how can you keep forgetting! let me tell you……"

The pair of maids were exuding joy, and while teasing each other with envious expressions, they walked towards the other side of the corridor.

Not long after, the first batch of guests had already arrived at the gate, and expensive carriages were accurately parked in the square in front of the courtyard, and the carriages were all printed with exquisite family crests without exception.

The Blois family in France has always been low-key, but no matter how low-key, the wife of the new head of the family gave birth to her first child, which must not be ignored.

In the modern magic world where the pure blood family is declining day by day, the new birth of the ancient blood represents the continuation of the noble tradition and is the glory of the pure blood family as a whole.

It's just that this generation of Patriarch Blois is a little different, because he didn't ask the prophet for divination as in the past.

Having said that, with the invisible status of the Blois family in the French magic world, other families will not stop coming just because of this trivial matter.

Soon, many guests who had done their demeanor went to the second auditorium of the main castle one after another under the guidance of the servants.

The first batch of guests who arrived early did not have a high status. They came here just to get a glimpse of the big scene, and to get acquainted with the big family that they couldn't meet in normal times.

There is not much difference between social conventions like this, whether in the Muggle world or in the wizarding world.

But no matter what, today's Blois Castle has finally become really lively.

However, it is the exact opposite of the warm atmosphere in the main castle. In the temporary delivery room where the wife of the head of the house was, the warm air seemed to be filled with a tense feeling like an army preparing for war.

This temporary delivery room was specially cleaned up by the wife of the head of the house as a bedroom for pregnant women when she was found pregnant. Now that the wife is about to give birth, it is naturally used as a temporary delivery room for backup.

At this moment, Madam was lying flat on the soft bed with her big belly, her hair on her forehead was wet with sweat.

"Is it almost time?"

"Wait, wait, wait..."

Beside the bed, a handsome man anxiously asked the head nurse of the family, the sweat on his cheeks was not much less than that of his wife.

"Honey, how do you feel?" The man leaned over to the bed and asked while holding his wife's hand.

But his wife just shook her head slightly, signaling him not to be so anxious.

Time passed by little by little, and the young Patriarch, who couldn't bear the torment, walked back and forth, and finally walked out of the room voluntarily in order not to disturb his wife.

Leaning against the wall of the outer corridor, the man took a deep breath, and began to mutter the two names that were just booked last night.

The waiting time seemed to be infinitely extended, and there was no end to the wait.

The servants running up and down the hallway would salute him every time they passed by. But now his mind is full of his wife and the child who is about to be born in her womb, so he has no time to take care of these.

Suddenly, there was commotion in the temporary delivery room, and it seemed that the most critical moment had finally arrived!

"Oh! May Waldo bless you! Boys and girls are fine, as long as my wife and children are healthy and healthy!" The man stretched out his finger and drew an ancient symbol on his forehead.

This time he finally didn't make him wait too long, and with a clear cry, the baby was born!

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and incomparable joy appeared on his handsome face. He suddenly turned around and took a step across, opened the door and wanted to go in, and almost bumped into the maid who was carrying the washbasin.

"Oh! I'm sorry, old—"

"Let's go, let's go! It's okay, let's go!"

He couldn't wait, so he simply stepped aside and squeezed past the maid.

"Oh, ma'am, how-"

Before the words finished, an inexplicable aura suddenly spread in the delivery room. Including the wife who had just given birth, everyone was stunned and their eyes lost focus.

In the room, only the baby who had just been cleaned and was still lying on the soft crib was still screaming and crying. The cry echoed in the room, appearing extremely mysterious.

At this moment, with a cracking sound, the gemstone pendant on the man's chest split open abruptly.

He was shocked suddenly, and came back to his senses in a daze.

"What... what's going on?"

He looked left and right, only to find that other people were staring straight ahead with blank faces. The scene was horrifying.

"..."

The man's eyes were full of astonishment, his mouth was half-opened but he didn't know what to say and whom to tell.

In an instant, as if he remembered something, he roughly tore off the collar of his shirt, and stretched his hand to his chest. Immediately, he took out the necklace that had been hanging on his chest since he was a child, and looked at the necklace part in surprise.

"...Cracked? Really cracked?" He stared deeply at the shattered gemstone pendant, muttering to himself, "The warning recorded on the title page of the genealogy...is it true?"

Just as he was in a daze, everyone in the room suddenly turned their necks and looked at the crying baby strangely.

The young Patriarch suddenly came back to his senses. He decisively pulled out his magic wand that never left his body, and released more than a dozen spells in succession.

But when the tip of the staff pointed at his wife, his arm froze subconsciously.

No matter how safe the spell is, it is still a spell. My wife has just given birth and is at her weakest. If the spell affects her body...

After only a moment of hesitation, the young woman sitting on the bed suddenly jumped up, rolled over from under the quilt, and fell to the floor.

But she didn't seem to realize it, growling in a low voice, and crawled towards him frantically.

A streak of bright red flowed from the woman's lower body, and fell on the floor, where it was rubbed into blurred and sticky bloodstains.

"All, all petrochemical—"

Seeing that the situation would get worse the longer it dragged on, the man finally made up his mind and imprisoned his wife with a wave of his magic wand.

After casting the spell, he immediately picked up his stiff wife and put her back on the bed.

Immediately afterwards, he frantically rummaged through the potion cabinet that had been prepared to the side, took out a bottle of potion, opened his wife's mouth and fed it.

After finishing all this, he looked at his wife with a worried face, then reluctantly picked up the crying baby, and ran outside.

The child is too young to be revealed by the follower to move it. What he regrets the most right now is why he didn't exercise his body properly.

There were too many servants along the way, so he had to free his hands and cast spells while running wildly, knocking out or imprisoning all the people he met on the way.

For a moment, the side fort of Fort Blois was in total chaos. Wherever he passed, there would be a person lying on the ground unconscious at almost every distance.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he went downstairs out of breath and plunged into the basement again.

According to the title page of the family tree, it must be a girl who may awaken the curse. However, the time for the awakening of the curse is not fixed. It is possible from the moment of birth to before the age of 22.

But the chance of the curse awakening is too low, there hasn't been any instance in the last few hundred years. And the warning on the title page of the family tree has even become a kind of "inheritance ceremony".

Only at the ceremony for the appointment of the next Patriarch will the ancient family tree be invited out and read out, that's all.

"Why...why is it my child? Why is it...my Willy!"