Schutz III

Chapter 76. . .

"Salazar, you have to think about it, Rose. Peverell will give birth to a more legitimate heir for you."

"I know, Father." Salazar nodded, "But we all have seen Schulz's ability, and the quality that this child has shown is not at all what a child should be. Do you think that Peverell's child can surpass him? Besides, do you think I really care about the so-called integrity?"

The portrait sighed, "Salazar, since you are so determined, I have nothing to say. It's just that you have left this child in the cold for two years, and now it seems difficult to get him to respect, love and respect you from the bottom of his heart. Bar."

Salazar frowned. "I'm never short of time and… patience."

"Do it for yourself, Salazar; to be honest, I don't understand why you sent that kid away from you when he was five..." The portrait muttered away from the frame.

Sara looked at the blank picture frame and her mind seemed to be blank. The only thing that was clear were those silver eyes, seductive and moist...

Hogwarts was calm and happy as always, but the students found that the somewhat indifferent Professor Slytherin rarely appeared outside of class, and even Defense Against the Dark Arts was taught by Professor Gryffindor with a bright smile.However, it seems that Professor Gryffindor's smile has also decreased, and his golden hair has also dimmed a lot.

On the teacher's table, Rowena looked at the sullen Godric, and glanced at Helga quietly; Helga looked back knowingly.

"Helga, what's going on with him and Salazar? Why is the atmosphere between the two of them so tense recently?"

Helga sighed, "Rowena, in fact, these two people were already so stiff when Salazar got married. It's just that it hasn't improved."

"Recently, the number of times Salazar goes home has increased significantly. He seems to go home every day."

"Not only that, but he will go home whenever he has no classes."

Rowena glanced at Godric, and whispered to Helga, "I heard that Peverell is pregnant? Salazar comes home every day because of this?"

Helga shook her head. "I can't see it. Salazar recently sent all of Shutz's teachers away."

"You mean...?" Rowena looked surprised.

"I'm afraid so." Helga nodded, "Salazar wants to train Shutz himself."

"Then what did Salazar think? If he really wanted Shutz to be his heir, why didn't he always bring him by his side; besides, Peverell's child is the rightful heir of Slytherin."

"Would Salazar care about that?"

Rowena choked, and Salazar was indeed the most freewheeling of the four of them.

"Do you remember that Lady Cassandra passed out in the basement?"

"What's wrong? Could it be...?"

"Yes, I guess Shutz was sent away because of what Mrs. Cassandra said to him before he fainted."

"Really..." Rowena was lost in thought.

"So, you have learned all the courses Weilan arranged for you very well, haven't you?"

Schultz lowered his head, struggling to figure out how to answer.

"Look up." Salazar raised Shutz's chin with his fingers, looked around, "Why lower your head?"

Shutz was forced to look directly at Salazar, "Father, you can actually ask Weilan about my studies."

Salazar let go, "You speak for yourself."

"Hmm... I think it's okay." Schulz said after considering it.

"Okay?" Salazar raised his voice at the end. "So, how about your herbal medicine class?"

Shutz froze.

"The two greenhouses at home were destroyed for unknown reasons." Salazar said meaningfully, "I think, actually..."

"Father, can I ask you a question?"

Salazar raised his eyebrows, "Ask."

"Father, what do you think of my studies?" Shutz said, "You know, people often can't see their true abilities clearly, so father, you should judge my studies."

"That's good." Salazar waved his wand, and a crucible and other materials appeared on the workbench. "For a quarter of an hour, make me a bottle of Felicity Elixir."

Shutz pursed his lips and walked to the workbench.

Watching Schultz methodically put various materials into the crucible in the correct order and then evenly inject magic power for stirring, Salazar's lips curved slightly, "Well done."

Schultz continued to do what he was doing as if he hadn't heard it.He breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he had safely packed the golden potion into the transparent glass bottle.

Salazar took the bottle of perfect potion, "As expected of my son."

Shutz curled his lips disdainfully in his heart.

"Mrs. Rose is pregnant."

"Yes, father."

"You don't have any ideas?"

"No, father." Schulz replied calmly, he really didn't think about it; at least, he didn't have extravagant hopes since he was sent back to the manor.

Salazar bent down in silence after hearing the words, and stared closely at Shutz's eyes. The immature silver pupils in front of him and those moist silver eyes seemed to gradually overlap. Salazar closed his eyes and kissed Shutz's forehead. "Schutz," he whispered, "trust me."

"The family... will be yours."

Outside the door, the woman's face froze back into the shadows, her hand holding the tray was clenched tightly.

The family...is his...and my children...

Salazar seemed to be making up for it. Schultz walked into the bedroom at night and was surprised to find that Salazar was sitting on his bed with a book.

"Father?"

Salazar's expression was flat, "You probably haven't heard of "The Fairy Tale of Beedle the Poet"."

Schulz nodded, he really hadn't heard of it.

"Well, there are actually a lot of things to learn in it." Salazar opened the cup for Schulz, motioning for Schulz to get in, "I will tell you a story every day from now on." He opened the book in his hand, "Let's talk about "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot" today."

"Once upon a time, there was a kind old wizard..."

"So, what does this story tell us?" Shutz was a little speechless, asking wizards to protect those Muggles...

"What do you think?" Salazar closed the book and looked at Schulz.

"Muggles are much more powerful than wizards now." Schultz half-covered his face with the quilt and looked at Salazar with only a pair of eyes exposed. "They may not have magic power and cannot use magic, but there are many of them, and..."

"Ok?"

"And, who can say that magic is the most powerful weapon?"

"You're right, but even Godric thinks we should protect Muggles and not hurt them." Salazar seemed to remember the differences with his friends, and his face became a little gloomy.The room was quiet for a while, Salazar stroked Schultz's hair, and kissed Schultz's forehead again, "Good night, my boy."

Shutz closed his eyes, "Good night, Father."

After Salazar left and closed the door, Schulz opened his eyes, stroked the spot on his forehead that Salazar had kissed in a daze, so what was he going to do?And the conversation during the day... Schultz was tangled up. Sure enough, the black wizard's brain circuit is something ordinary people can't understand...

If he had never given up on himself, why did he suddenly send himself back to the manor from Hogwarts?However, if you think about it carefully, after returning to the manor, although my father didn't care about me, he arranged a lot of necessary courses for me.So, what was the purpose of sending myself back in the first place?

Early the next morning, Salazar assigned Shutz a day's tasks, and he himself was going back to Hogwarts to teach the students.

After Salazar left, the smile on Mrs. Rose's face disappeared completely. She didn't look at Schulz again, and just focused on her breakfast on her plate.So while drinking milk, Schultz struggled to recall whether he had offended the lady.

When Mrs. Rose finished her breakfast, she gracefully picked up the handkerchief and wiped her mouth, and then watched Schultz was about to speak, when she was interrupted by Villanova.

"Master, Mr. Cain is here to visit."

Cain?This name is indeed very familiar; however, do you know anyone named Cain?Schulz glanced suspiciously at Willanova. This person is not helping himself to divert Madam Rose's attention. After all, what Madam Rose wants to say is not a good thing to say.

Villanova insisted on "please", so Schultz had no choice but to bid farewell to Mrs. Rose; Mrs. Rose gave Villanova a dissatisfied look, but she could only watch Schultz leave.

Following Villanova to the living room, Schulz immediately recognized the man sitting on the sofa, the one who hugged him at the wedding.

"Schutz." Cain stood up and stroked Shutz's hair, "The hair is longer than last time."

"Uh... hello, Mr. Cain."

"Oh, don't be so unfamiliar." Cain smiled, "Just call me Cain. I'm your mother's friend." He said and winked at Shutz.

"Okay." Shutz also smiled, "Cain."

The two sat down, and Villanova went down to order the servants to bring morning tea.

"You know my mother?"

"Yes." Cain said, "I guess, maybe you don't know who your mother is yet." As he spoke, he glanced at Villanova who had quietly stood aside after returning, "Your mother …Ah…"

Schulz leaned forward, "What's wrong with my mother...?"

"Have you heard of the race of elves?"

Shutz looked at Cain, "I've only heard of goblins."

"Oh, those aren't elves." Cain stroked Shutz's face with his fingers, "Honey, you don't look like your mother."

"Not like my father either."

"But you are a child of Slytherin." Cain said affirmatively.

Shutz took his head away from Cain's hand, stared at Cain for a long time, and then said, "You...love my mother."

Cain laughed, "You're so small." He compared Bischulz's height with his hand, "How do you know what love is?" He retracted his hand, "Even I, I can't understand...what love is ..."