Chapter 615 Returning the Property to Its Original Owner

Before leaving, Felix briefly mentioned Percy's report.

Ms. Bones nodded to show that she understood. They walked out of the small lounge, and the people outside were waiting anxiously. At least until now, the ownership of the snakewood wand was still a mystery. Uncle and nephew Stewart were whispering in the corner.

"Let's go." Felix said calmly.

"Where to?" Melville Stewart asked with his eyes wide open, glancing at his uncle. Blaise shook his head slightly, so he and the others turned their eyes to Felix.

"I will go wherever the snakewood wand was originally." Felix said, "As for who it belongs to, I don't care. You can discuss it yourself."

These words were still biased, and Uriah and Vice Principal Greg were both happy. Melville wanted to say something, but his uncle grabbed his arm and stopped him, as if he acquiesced to this approach.

The group walked out of the minister's office. The door was closed from the back with a "bang". .

Felix could no longer use magic after leaving the Ministry of Magic, so people kept greeting him enthusiastically or saluting him along the way. When passing through the lobby, several sharp-eyed Squibs noticed his back and looked at him suspiciously, but before they could react, they had already taken the elevator and came out of the red telephone booth.

"Let's meet at the gate of Ilvermorny, is that okay? I'm not very familiar with the road, so I need a guide - Yuria?"

Yuria nodded and walked to Felix's side. He glanced at the vice-principal, "Mr. Greg, then I'll go with Mr. Hep. You -"

"Don't worry about me." The vice-principal said with a smile. Spult glared at him, said nothing, and strode towards a deep alley. Felix

pulled Yuria to Apparate, and after several Apparitions, they had already appeared at the American border. Yuria looked around, trying to identify the direction, and then his mouth opened wider and wider.

"There seems to be a -" black market nearby

...? He looked embarrassed, and couldn't help but guess in his mind what Mr. Hep was doing when he first came here. And he guessed that Mr. Hep didn't have the habit of reporting when he went abroad... Well, at least this time there was a reason.

"I've been fishing nearby." Felix looked around with interest. The scenery near the place where they landed was very desolate. There was nothing to see except the salty waves and the washed black stones. But the memories added a lot of color to this deserted beach.

"Next, it's up to you to lead the way."

"Of course."

It took some time on the way, and finally, they appeared halfway up the mountain and saw a towering building complex looming in the clouds on the top of Mount Greylock. The last section of the road, the two walked all the way up, and Felix also took the opportunity to learn about Uriah's recent progress.

"I have only seen Voldemort once, the day he took the Serpentwood Wand." Uriah said softly. As they walked through the mountains and forests, he introduced his experiences over the past year. "I was the only one who saw his strength. After being questioned repeatedly, the Congress seemed to be full of concerns."

Felix knew the horror of Voldemort's killing curse. Moreover, the Serpentwood Wand revived again after sleeping for hundreds of years and happened to meet the most suitable owner for it. Naturally, he seemed excited and cooperative enough. The unfortunate headmaster was not necessarily weak, but he was definitely careless.

"After that, I joined the Auror team. In fact, I didn't do anything. Apart from training, the only meaningful thing was to lead the team to wipe out several black markets..." At this point, Uriah glanced at Felix strangely.

"After a while, news came that Voldemort was plundering everywhere. I applied to lead a team to pursue him, at least to investigate his purpose, but it was rejected by Congress. Then, around the end of June or the beginning of July, a vague news came that Voldemort seemed to have fallen."

"But the news has not been confirmed," he said calmly: "At that time, the Auror team existed in name only, so I left and came to England with a few companions, just in time to catch up with you in capturing the remnants of the Dark Lord... Mr. Dumbledore once called on all those threatened by war to unite, so I joined your action and followed you to capture dark wizards for half a month..."

Felix was slightly stunned.

Yuria's experience was really strange. The Magical Congress of the United States was obviously pretending. In order to calm the anger of the wizarding people in the country, they formed a "revenge team", but they didn't want to make too much noise and attract Voldemort's attention - there is a very interesting question here, is the Magical Congress of the United States afraid of Voldemort?

Felix thought, not necessarily, but definitely extremely afraid. They may have learned more inside information from Dumbledore and knew how terrible Voldemort was. In particular, many people in the Congress may have personally experienced the pressure of another Dark Lord and would never want the war to spread to their side.

"... Then Ms. Bones officially announced the end of the war. A few days later, Mr. Gregg came to me and hoped that I could introduce Ms. Bones to him. You almost know what happened after that."

Yuria finished speaking.

Felix nodded, and they followed a winding stream all the way up, with white mist rising from the top of the stream. He asked again: "Is the Stewart family famous?"

Yuria looked strange.

"In some aspects, it is quite famous. This history dates back to the founding of the school. The two principals had a total of four children: two adopted sons, and a pair of biological twin sisters."

"Ah, Chadwick's Almanack." Felix said.

"That was written by Chadwick Boot, a very capable wizard whose descendants still have a very high status in North America... The other adopted son was named Webber Boot, who became a hired Auror when he grew up. While on a mission, he met a beautiful Scottish witch and returned to England with his wife after marriage. Of course, what I want to say has little to do with these two adopted sons."

"The fates of the twin sisters are completely different, probably because they inherited the talents of their parents." Yuria said with emotion: "The youngest daughter Leona was born with magical abilities. When she grew up, she stayed in school as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and remained unmarried all her life. Her twin sister Martha was a Squib, and Stuart's branch was descended from her--"

Felix nodded, "She finally chose to leave the wizarding world?"

He could fully understand the girl's feelings. He could find two similar examples. One was Harry's mother and aunt. Only one of the blood sisters showed magical talent. He guessed that their relationship was not good. The other example was Filch. His living environment was similar to Martha's. They were both living in an environment full of little wizards as Squibs. Filch was lonely and weird and loved to vent his anger on others.

But Martha Stewart's situation must be even more embarrassing because her parents were the founders of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

…

"There were no exclusive wands back then." Yuria made a joke, but his expression immediately became serious. "Martha grew up and married peacefully, and lived as a No-Maj from then on. She still kept in touch with her family, but the connection was cut off with her death." "More than

a hundred years later, things took a turn for the better. One of her descendants had magical talents. We later called him the first head of the Stewart family. When the little boy showed magical abilities, his elders told him the notes and legends passed down from generation to generation in the family. From then on, from the first day of school, he regarded himself as a descendant of the school's founder, even though that was indeed the case."

"His last name is a problem." Felix reminded Yuria.

Yuria pouted.

"That's not important, because the boy changed his last name back to Stewart when he grew up, in his own words, 'following family tradition.' With this little fame, he later married a witch from a prestigious magical family, and with the help of his wife's family, he rebuilt the Stewart family. Afterwards - some people speculated that he might have left a will before his death, because since then, every generation of Stewart descendants has tried their best to marry into prestigious magical families. It's almost an open secret and a joke, that is, how much of Ms. Isolt Sayer's blood is left in the Stewart family?"

"But thanks to this strategy, the Stewart family has successfully established in-law relationships with many magical families, even though some people hate their practices and are unwilling to intermarry with them. Including the Calderon-Bout family. But in general, the Stewarts have been very influential in recent years."

"Just like this, Ilvermorny School of Magic doesn't want to make a big fuss and attract criticism..."

Ilvermorny Castle appeared in front of him, and Felix saw the figures of Mr. Greg and the uncle and nephew Stewart in the distance. They walked over, and Melville said provocatively: "You are too slow."

"Did you use the portkey?" Felix raised his eyebrows, "That does save a lot of effort."

Melville's face flushed. Blaise Stewart put his arm around his nephew's shoulders and said politely: "Mr. Hep, we have arrived at the place. I am curious, are you going to put the snakewood wand back to its original position? I mean... plant it back?"

He said humorously, pointing to a fenced area where there was a bottomless pit.

"Almost." Felix said happily.

"Then I'll wait and see." Blaise Stewart shrugged his shoulders and squinted his eyes. He stopped talking and looked around, as if expecting someone to jump out. At this time, the main gate of Ilvermorny Castle opened, and more than a dozen people walked out from between two tall stone statues of a man and a woman. They were wearing blue and raspberry robes. Felix was not unfamiliar with the color of Ilvermorny's school uniforms. He had seen them many times during the competition, and he knew that these people should be professors in the school.

"The one standing in the front is the new headmaster, Mr. Zechariah." Yuria said to Felix.

Felix looked at the new headmaster of Ilvermorny curiously. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, with dark skin, a broad forehead, and gray hair. After introducing each other, Felix took out the snakewood staff and walked to the deep pit. The people around him quieted down and watched him silently.

A strange hissing sound came out of Felix's mouth, like the sound of a snake spitting out its tongue, but the sense of oppression was much stronger. No one present would be afraid of one or two snakes, but they could not ignore this hoarse, evil sound.

The light around them dimmed, as if swallowing up the surrounding light with Felix as the center.

"What kind of evil magic is this?" Melville shouted as he retreated, covering his ears. His uncle tried to stop him but it was too late. As expected, several professors looked at him with contempt.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be Parseltongue." The new headmaster Zechariah said with a smile: "Lady Isolt Sayer's daughter Leona inherited this rare ability. Blaise, did you call other people?"

A group of wizards suddenly appeared, and they were stunned by the strange scene as soon as they appeared.

"They are my friends." Blaise Stuart forced a smile and said stiffly. His eyes were still fixed on Felix, and he had a premonition that his plan had gone wrong. Felix Hep could speak Parseltongue! What was his origin? Was he also a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?

And he seemed to be able to control the snakewood staff, just like the Dark Lord. He felt a surge of heat in his heart. Maybe Parseltongue was the key to controlling the snakewood staff? But in the blink of an eye, his heart turned cold. Just as Zechariah said, except for Leona, the daughter of Isolt Sayer, the Stewart family has never produced a descendant who can speak Parseltongue. Was the decision of the first generation of the family really wrong? While reducing the number of squibs in the family, it also diluted the pure bloodline of the family?

The smile on Blaise's face disappeared. He was so confused that he didn't even bother to take care of the allies he summoned.

The snakewood staff floated away from Felix's hand and suspended in the air. The staff body was full of light and emitted dazzling light. The roar of the snake was amplified thousands of times. The light became dimmer and uncertain, and the colors around seemed to be randomly mixed together.

The onlookers looked at this scene in great shock.

Finally, Felix finished chatting with the snakewood staff. He said in Parseltongue: "Sleep, and new vitality will be rejuvenated from your body." The snakewood staff suddenly turned into a ball of fluorescence and fell directly into the deep pit.

A bright, vibrant green light burst out from deep in the soil, and the surrounding land suddenly sprouted a bunch of green grass leaves, covering the exposed deep pit in the blink of an eye. Then the brown soil near the center began to wriggle, and a small mound of soil swelled up. A green sapling stubbornly emerged, growing rapidly from the size of a fist, as if it had been hit by a swelling spell.

When the sapling grew to a height of one person and the thickness of an arm, the growth rate of the snakewood slowed down, and its leaves and roots flashed fluorescent lines from time to time. With each flash, it would grow a little taller, longer and wider.

This state might last for an hour or two, or a week or two, but it grew well, and it would soon become lush and green, no different from before. The students of Ilvermorny could watch and even take a rest under the shade of the tree.

Felix looked at his achievements and was very satisfied.

"This is how it is returned to its original owner. The snakewood staff has fallen into a deep sleep, and no one can wake it up. Oh, even its function has not changed. Its leaves still retain excellent healing effects. Headmaster Zechariah, can I pick a branch as a souvenir?"

Headmaster Zechariah was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "This is your exclusive right, Mr. Hep. All the teachers and students of Ilvermorny should write a thank-you letter to you." "Oh, please don't..." Felix muttered, he stepped on the soft grass and broke off a branch about a foot long.

Neither of them paid any attention to the Stewart family.

Felix put away the snakewood branch that still had vitality, and planned to take it to Professor Sprout when he returned to see if there was any possibility of transplanting it. It would be better to call Severus as well... Dumbledore recently expressed the idea of ​​recruiting a second professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he should let him know about it.

"Mr. Hep, the professor and I are going to cast a protective spell on the recovered medical snakewood. Why don't we let Uriah take you to the castle?" Principal Zechariah said with a smile, "Although the library in the school is not as old as Hogwarts, it is definitely not inferior in terms of quantity. I believe you will gain something."

"That's great," Felix agreed readily, "I'm very interested in the collection of books at Ilvermorny School."