When Shirley's red hair turned into blonde, her appearance also instantly changed into Margery's.
Luo Fe stared blankly at that familiar face. He had grown up with Margaery, and it could be said that he knew exactly where there was a mole on her body.
But looking at Shirley's face now, it looked exactly like Margery's, and he couldn't tell the difference at all.
Of course, the temperaments are still different. Margaery is very charming, but the Margaery in front of her is extremely dignified...
It was like two completely different sides of the same person. This weird contrast was quite interesting to Rove.
The young man suddenly remembered that in the first Transfiguration lesson that year, Professor McGonagall had praised Shirley's talent for Transfiguration and praised her as being no less than Tonks.
You know, Tonks is a disguise magus, and in the field of transformation, he is the type that Merlin treats for food.
At that time, Rove was thinking about how powerful Tonks' talent would be, but he didn't expect...
Shirley is also a Metamorphmagus!
The girl changed her appearance again, turning into Hermione, Fleur, Gabrielle, and even... Helena. Every face was lifelike and pretty.
Luofu couldn't help but sigh: This is the Disguise Magus. He can easily transform into someone else without polyjuice or human body transformation. And it doesn't look similar, but exactly the same.
One person equals everything... This kind of magic is so enviable!
Luofu suddenly remembered something again. He pondered for a moment and said slowly:
"Shirley, do you remember? I once told you that Metamorphosis Magus, Parseltongue, Third Eye...these magics are all inherited through blood and cannot be learned by ordinary wizards."
Shirley nodded. She knew what Rolf meant. These special magics are inherited by blood, so they usually appear stably in specific pure-blood families.
Just like Parseltongue is the hallmark of Slytherin, wizards with this talent are generally descendants of Salazar Slytherin.
Such as the Gaunt family.
"But I checked the information and found that no one in the existing pure-blood family is a Metamorphmagus." Shirley said.
"Even if it's Tonks, her parents are not Disguisemagus."
"Tonks' mother is Andromeda Black. She is the daughter of the Black family and Sirius' cousin." Rolf explained:
"Black has been married to almost every pure-blood family, including the family that owns the Metamorphmagus.
Therefore, it is possible for a certain generation to suddenly awaken as a disguise magus, and Tonks should be in this situation."
Shirley asked: "Then the Black family, which family has ever married into a Disguise Magus family?"
"That family has disappeared long ago, so if you check the current pure-blood family, you will definitely not be able to find it." Luo Fu said calmly:
"But when I went back a thousand years, I heard Professor Hufflepuff say that that family was..."
The boy paused and continued: "Gryffindor."
"Gryffindor?" Shirley looked stunned. She had never thought about this answer.
"The families of the four giants all possess special magic." Luo Fu said softly:
"Hufflepuff listens to all things and can communicate with plants, Slytherin's Parseltongue; Ravenclaw's natural legilimens; and Gryffindor's... disguisemagus."
Shirley was stunned and said: "So, you mean... I am a descendant of Gryffindor?"
"I do think so." Luo Fe stared at Shirley's ruby-like eyes and said:
"Actually, your eyes and hair look a lot like Godric Gryffindor. I had this feeling when I first met him."
In fact, even though they were both disguisemagus, Rolf didn't feel that there was any connection between the two, but the eyes and hair were so similar.
Just like Harry, his eyes are so much like Lily's that it's hard not for others to connect the two of them.
"Is that so?" Shirley slowly digested the information. After a moment, she asked:
"Then do you know where the descendants of Gryffindor are now?"
"I don't know." Rolf shook his head and said, "When Ravenclaw died, Gryffindor left Hogwarts and went after Slytherin without attending her funeral."
"At that point in time, Gryffindor had no children, so no one knew where his descendants were."
Hearing what the young man said, Shirley seemed a little disappointed. As an orphan, she wanted to know who her parents were and why they abandoned her in the monastery.
But the clue seems to have been cut off just like that.
Luofu reached out his hand, rubbed the girl's head, and comforted:
"Godric's Hollow, and the ruins of the Gryffindor family.
The two-tailed mermaid in the bathroom, if I'm not wrong, is also a legacy of Gryffindor... Don't be discouraged, we will definitely find other clues."
Shirley hummed softly, raised her head, rubbed the tip of her nose against the boy's warm palm, and said softly:
"Rolph, thank you, I really don't know what I would do without you."
Luo Fu smiled brightly and said: "Why are you being polite to me? Hurry up and eat the fish, it will get cold soon."
The girl nodded vigorously.
The two continued to eat grilled fish, and quickly consumed one fish. Then they sat by the bonfire, admiring the snowy night.
There was silence all around. In this silence, the silent moon shadow, the erratic flames, and the shadows of boys and girls were like a layer of light ink, overlapping and reflecting on the wall, creating shadowy shadows.
Rolf looked at the vast night, still thinking about Gryffindor and his descendants.
The young man suddenly remembered that Gryffindor once said that he wanted to drink the spring water on Avalon Island and get a god-given child just like Ravenclaw gave birth to Helena.
That's not how Gryffindors have offspring, right?
While the boy was thinking, he caught a glimpse of Shirley nestling in his arms, holding a wine glass and drinking slowly.
He said softly: "Shirley, I got really drunk after a while."
"I'm...not...drunk."
Shirley turned around, and a blush crept up the girl's fair neck. She raised her face, moved closer to Luo Fu, looked at him directly, and said seductively:
"Rolph...I'm really not drunk..."
Luofu stared at the drunken girl blankly, his heart beating faster for a moment.
She is so beautiful.
For a moment, he just wanted to hold Shirley in his arms.
As soon as this thought came into his mind, Luo Fei was hugged tightly by Shirley. She and the boy were close together, as if she wanted to rub herself into his body.
Their lips touched.
He touched that soft, nutty, oaky, fruity and midsummer flavor... that was the taste of sherry.
After the suffocating kiss, Rolf let go of Shirley and found that the drunk woman had curled up in his arms and fallen asleep like a kitten.
Luofu gently stroked Shirley's beautiful cheek, and after a moment, he picked her up and walked towards his room.
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(I have been blocked nine times in a row, nine times! I posted this chapter at 4 o'clock. I don't believe it was deleted like this and it can still be blocked. Speechless, speechless!!)