At night, in the Smith Manor shrouded in wind and snow, the study window was still lit. Gerber Smith was sitting at his desk, flipping through the envelopes he had received a while ago.
On the cabinet next to the desk, there are countless glass bottles filled with silvery memory fragments.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the study door.
The house elf pushed open the door and came in, bowed to the wizard at the desk and said, "Master, the visitor will be here in five minutes."
The entire manor was well hidden. Except for a few important people, no one in the Smith family even knew of the manor's existence, let alone its location.
"I know." Gerber Smith drank the cold black tea, stretched out his hand to prop up the table, stood up, and walked slowly towards the hall of the manor.
As soon as he arrived in the hall, he saw the flames under the marble fireplace suddenly turned into forest green flames, and Bud Brod bent over and walked out of the fireplace.
"What happened? You actually used the internal floo network?" Gerber Smith looked at Bud Broad and asked in confusion.
Nowadays, the Floo Network is controlled by the Floo Network Authority of the Ministry of Magic. It will be difficult to hide from the Ministry of Magic when using the Floo Network. However, there are still some places that are not monitored by the local Floo Network, such as the internal flight of Hogwarts.
Road network, such as the fireplace in Gerber Smith's secret estate.
"Has anyone else arrived yet?" Bud Broad dusted off the ashes on his black robe and looked around.
"No, you are the first one." Gerber Smith vaguely guessed the reason, and there wouldn't be many reasons that could bring them together. At this moment, the flames came out again in the fireplace.
"Good evening."
Tiberus Ogden came out of the fireplace and greeted the two.
Mog McDougal didn't keep them waiting too long, and soon walked out of the blazing fireplace.
"Everyone is here, let's talk about something important." Gerber Smith led them to a comfortable room somewhere in the manor. The house elf served tea respectfully, then quickly turned and left.
"About Rowena Smith." Bud Broad looked at Gerber Smith, frowned and asked, "How much does he know?"
The other three people all frowned. They were sure that the four people present would never reveal their affairs to others, and every Wild Smith would not reveal to others their secrets.
Bud Brod placed a letter on the table, picked up his wand and tapped it lightly. The envelope automatically unfolded and began to read the contents inside. If Albert were here, he would find that this letter was from him
It was written to Professor Brod, indicating that he had successfully mastered the more advanced uses of ancient magic scripts, and it also included the details of entering Ravenclaw's secret chamber. Of course, it also included Rowena Smith's guesses."
"Rowenna certainly doesn't know too much. He probably only inferred from a few documents of the Smith family." Gerber Smith continued, "He is not an idiot. He must have guessed something, and he also got involved.
It’s not surprising to know the surname Wild Smith in Vinclaw’s secret room. Moreover, I even suspect that Albert Anderson and Isobel McDoug must know something about it.”
"The question now is, what does Rowena Smith want to do?" Bud Broad frowned and reminded, "Don't forget, he has always been worried about this matter, and don't forget about Blair.
"
Blair McDougal is the father of Isobel and Katrina. When Blair was still very young, he died inexplicably in a magic experiment accident.
As a former candidate, Blair was eliminated, but he was still a member of their loose circle. At that time, they suspected whether Blair's death was related to Rowena.
All four of them were silent!
They all know why Bud Brod summoned them. The two qualified candidates are at Hogwarts. If Rowena Smith suddenly goes crazy and kills them all, then the new generation of Wild Smith successors will
That's it.
The selection of candidates is usually very secretive, but Rowena was once a candidate and was willing to track it down, so it was not difficult to find some clues.
Although the probability of him going crazy is very small, it still has to attract the attention of several people.
There is no way, who makes Rowena Smith too persistent in this matter, some of his characters are too bad, which is the main reason why Rowena was not chosen.
"In a few months, Rowena will take the initiative to leave Hogwarts. In the next period of time, I will keep an eye on them." Mog McDoug took the initiative to take over the matter.
"If something bad really happens, I will solve it." Gerber Smith's tone was very calm. Even if Rowena Smith was his grandson, he could not do anything that crossed the line.
For Wild Smith, only wizards who also inherit this surname can be considered true relatives.
"Let Albert put the Bronze Book back after Rowena leaves Hogwarts," Tiberus Ogden said.
The party didn't last long and they dispersed.
Gerber Smith stood by the window, looking at the snow and wind outside, and murmured, "Rowena, what on earth do you want to do?"
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In the Room of Requirement, Albert, who was wearing earplugs and earmuffs, was unaware of this. He was processing mandrake roots and preparing to completely complete Banshee's Wail.
That thing had completely changed its appearance since it had been stuffed into salt and marinated for a long time.
The mandrake roots dehydrated with salt become extremely ferocious. If I had to describe it, it would be a really miserable death.
Albert used an honesty detector to poke the dehydrated mandrake roots, and sure enough, there was a strong reaction. There is no doubt that this thing is stubborn and has really become a black magic tool.
The mouse next to him had already fallen into a coma when the mandrake roots were taken out of the salt, and it was not known whether he was dead.
Albert stuffed the mandrake roots into a bag made of swamp digging leather, which was expanded by the Invisible Stretching Charm. Then he put it into the silver container that had been prepared in advance. Everything went very smoothly.
It wasn't until the Banshee's Howl was completely shut down that Albert slowly took off his earmuffs and unplugged his earplugs, making sure that the container he made could effectively contain it, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
If he fails, he will probably fall into a coma. When his roommate finds out that he has not gone back, he will come to the Room of Requirement to look for him at his request. Albert even left a message on the parchment about what he should do after he is in a coma.
Steps to respond.
However, the last resort was no longer useful, so Albert threw it into the fireplace and burned it.
Albert poked Banshee's Wail with the honesty detector, but there was no response from the poke. He didn't know if it was because of too much outer isolation.
Of course, Banshee's Wail is not essentially a qualified black magic item, so it is naturally impossible to have skills on the panel.
However, Albert was quite satisfied with this gadget. All he had to do next was to find an opportunity to test its power. He remembered that Fred and George seemed eager to try it, so he would lend it to them to play with first.