Early the next morning, Lupine took Anton and left London on a broomstick.
Ilsa did not follow. She happily prepared breakfast for the two of them and let the two men travel by themselves.
"If I follow you, you can't keep quiet."
"Oh~ Ilsa."
"Oh~ Lupin."
Anton sighed and took a hard bite of the sandwich. Don't feed dog food so early in the morning!
Ilsa is a very independent woman. Before she met Lupin, she was already an independent wizard who went to work in the Muggle world.
Considering that she comes from an official family, it can be inferred that she is a person who cannot rest.
In fact, Ilsa and Nagini are currently inspecting the village of Hogsmeade, planning to open a shop for wizards.
The two Tao sisters haven't decided yet on what they want to sell, but are just discussing what to do.
Although no one knew where Hogwarts was, Lupine had long told Ilsa interesting childhood stories, and naturally made Ilsa aware that Hogwarts was next door to the village of Hogsmeade.
In front of the school castle is the Black Lake. On the other side of the Black Lake, walking out of a path in the woods that only appears during holidays, is the station where the little wizards take the train leaving school.
And this Hogsmeade Station is located in Hogsmeade Village.
Separated by a wall.
Whether using a broomstick or a secret tunnel in school, it is extremely convenient to get back and forth.
With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for? Lu Ping was quite moved.
…
"We're going to a place this weekend, it's a witch tribe."
"Tribe?" Anton asked in surprise. It's been almost two thousand years, but there is still such a thing?
Lu Ping nodded with a smile, "The tribe is a form of organization, which does not mean that they are closed to information. In fact, after you get in touch, you will find that the tribe is more open than serious wizards."
Anton raised his eyebrows, Witch tribe? Open?
Lu Ping didn't know what was going on in Anton's head, so he continued to introduce, "They have their own inheritance, which existed in the ancient wizard era. They have still maintained it after the changes of modern times."
"Family education, this is their way of inheritance. In other words, their descendants did not enter magic schools to study."
Anton flew his broomstick too high, avoiding a big tree, and looked back at Lupin in surprise, "Didn't it say that Hogwarts has a Pen of Acceptance and a Book of Admission, and all the little wizards born will be recorded in the book?"
Lupine nodded, "That's what I say, but if their parents are unwilling to let their children enter the magic school, the magic school cannot force the children to be tied up and rushed into the school."
"The wizarding world is complex and the Ministry of Magic sometimes has to make compromises, well, they often compromise."
Lupine smiled and observed Anton's expression, "Does the witch tribe and family education remind you of the scenes of witch gatherings in medieval villages?"
"Well, my teacher and I have been to many parties in chaotic places." Anton curled his lips, "There are monsters and ghosts there, and it's not a good feeling."
Lupine laughed loudly, "That's not actually the case!"
"As I said, they are more open-minded than normal wizards."
Oh~ don’t talk about open things anymore, Anton didn’t know why he thought of the description in a banned book in the school library - an ancient witch tribe dominated by women, in order to continue the inheritance of the blood, often confuse passers-by.
Wonderful night.
——In order to maintain the tradition of witches, they will even use magic potions to detect the gender of their pregnant offspring and strangle the boys.
Lupine observed the situation under the clouds, and finally gently pulled the broomstick to stop it.
"arrive."
"Are we here?" Anton looked down at the city below in surprise.
Yes, city!
It's not some remote little village.
There are many high-rise buildings in the city center, and there are huge factories all over the suburbs. Looking from the sky, the city streets are filled with all kinds of cars and trucks.
"..."
To be honest, Anton was shocked!
"here it is?"
Lupine waved his wand and cast the Disillusionment Curse on Anton and himself, taking him to lower his flight altitude and fly to the northern suburbs.
"Birmingham, the UK's second city with a population of over one million, is the world's first manufacturing town, home to more than a thousand international companies, world-class companies, R&D centers, world-renowned universities and innovative entrepreneurs."
Oh~
This kind of introduction was really inconsistent coming from Lu Ping's mouth. Anton looked at Lu Ping in shock, and suddenly realized that his understanding of this old man who had been traveling around for more than ten years might be a little shallow.
"Children of the witch tribe will all go to Muggle schools, from elementary school until graduation from college. They actively embrace the new era. I said, they are very open."
Anton immediately grasped the key point, "Them?"
Lupine shrugged, "Yes, according to tradition, they can only give birth to girls. But the price of embracing the new era is that the new generation of witches began to refuse to do such things. They hope to have a complete family and give birth to their own children.
A child, even if the child is a boy."
He stretched out his index and middle fingers together, and gently pulled them apart to make a yeh gesture, "This is their main conflict now. They are split into two groups. Don't mention this topic then. Everything else will be fine."
, they don’t mind talking about anything else.”
After getting off the broomstick, Anton looked at everything in front of him in amazement and felt it was novel.
Next door is a small metal processing factory, where the Witch Tribe is located.
Even without Lupin's introduction, there is a huge sign hanging above the foyer of this five-story building - Witch Tribe Occult Club.
"International confidentiality laws don't care about this?"
Just write it directly on the sign?
Lupine chuckled in a low voice, "As I said, the Ministry of Magic will always make some compromises. The people in the witch tribe are fierce, like madmen, and no one dares to provoke them."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Hey, Remus, I don't want to hear you introduce us to the juniors like this." A hoarse voice sounded beside him.
Anton turned around and took a look.
Wow.
It's really open enough.
It's simply an abyss.
He was embarrassed to look further, so he raised his head and looked at the lady. She was a tall, tall lady in her thirties with light blue eyes, black hair.
Wearing a European-style floral dress with a square collar and a delicate hairstyle, it is difficult to see the message of the wizard on her body.
Except for the surging magic power observed by the soul breath.
"Dalal, long time no see. This is my nephew, Anthony Weasley."
Lupine greeted the other party and introduced Anton, "Dalal Jackson, a powerful witch who is proficient in herbal decoctions, and a professor of humanities and history at the University of Birmingham."
University of Birmingham…
A world-famous school. Anton watched in surprise as she, a witch, became a professor at a prestigious Muggle school? He could almost imagine what kind of education these witches' descendants received.
Is this good or not good?
It should be considered good to embrace the new era. But when Anton looked at modern magic books in the Hogwarts library, there were no works written by people from the witch tribe.
Either they have a conservative attitude towards magic knowledge, or they don't have any master wizards.
No matter which one, it doesn't seem so good.
This is an interesting observation.
"Weasley?" Witch Dalal glanced at Anton's red hair with interest, "From a pure-blood family?"
Anton looked at her with a smile, "I would rather you call me Anton, dear lady."
"Ha~"
Witch Dalal covered her mouth and smiled, "Remus, I like your nephew."
Lu Ping quietly moved half a step, blocking half of his body in front of Anton, "Dalal, he is my dearest nephew, and he is only thirteen years old. Don't make any ideas."
Witch Dalal rolled her eyes, held the thick textbook haughtily, and walked straight towards the door of the Witch Tribe Occult Club.
"You're still so boring, come in."
Lupine shrugged at Anton and followed her with Anton.