HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

"Christian."

The boy with light blond hair who was walking behind stopped and looked at the figure who was talking in front of him, but he quickly lowered his eyes when the other person was about to turn around.

"You should know what you need to do." The man said in a lukewarm tone, with a hint of threat in his words. Faced with such a tone, Christian did not show any obvious emotional fluctuations, but continued to remain silent with his head slightly lowered.

Seeing Christian's indifferent look, the man couldn't help but frown slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with his performance: "You know in your heart that the Greengrass family..."

Before he could finish his words, the boy interrupted him mercilessly, "Yes, I know. You don't have to keep reminding me."

The boy's tone was as calm as dead water, without any ups and downs, which made the other party even more annoyed. He looked deeply at Christian and snorted with disdain from his nose. The air was quiet for a moment, and the two of them stood there in silence.

Christian just stood there patiently. The man just said that he didn't have the patience to wait, then he waved his robe and left angrily.

Christian watched the man walk into the garden and disappear from his sight. Only after making sure that he had really left did Christian let out a sigh of relief.

This is Greengrass's manor, but there are only a few people in such a huge manor.

His father, Donovan Greengrass, is the current head of the Greengrass family.

His younger brother, Felix Greengrass, was going to Hogwarts after the next summer vacation.

And him, Christian Greengrass.

Christian still remembers that when he was a child, the flowers in the garden were always neatly trimmed, the banquet hall was always bright, his father's favorite tea was always brewing in the living room, and his mother was always reading on the sofa in the living room. At that time, his younger brother could not walk well and was always crawling around in his own room.

It was so strange that Christian couldn't help but laugh softly. At that time, he was extremely disgusted by his parents always mentioning the word "pure blood", as if it was a symbol of their superiority; and the young and ignorant brother who was always crying made him even more annoyed. But now, he began to miss that time in a funny way.

He stepped onto the corridor of the first floor lobby. There were portraits hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor. Looking closely, he could see that they all had similarities - light blond hair, lavender eyes...

It’s just that the eyes of the people in the portraits have a little more red.

The portraits always spoke loudly, teaching him in a slow, tedious, and condescending tone, but now they could no longer attract his attention.

He came to the second floor, and in the first room on the left, behind the tightly closed door, lay his father, the once social and prestigious head of the Greengrass family. Now he could only survive by relying on the meticulous care of the house elves. This scene was really ironic and ridiculous.

He stood quietly at the door of the room. After a long time, just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, a very subtle voice suddenly came from inside the room: "Come in."

Normally, Christian should not be able to hear it, but sometimes blood ties are like this. Even though the sound was as thin as a thread and almost disappeared, he still heard it.

He tugged at the hair that fell to his eyes in annoyance, and even though he was reluctant, he still pushed the door open and went in.

"Father." Christian always lowered his eyes. He didn't like to show his eyes to others. He hated what those people said. The disdain in his eyes would always be revealed unconsciously, but it was this look that deceived many people. They always said that he was well-behaved and obedient.

It's all ridiculous, isn't it?

"You're here, I thought you wouldn't want to see me." Donovan lay motionless on the bed. He didn't even have the strength to turn his head to look at his son.

Christian just stood there, silent. He didn't know what to say. His parents undoubtedly loved him, just like his name - a gift from God.

Yes, he was their gift, the gift of this family, he was the precious one - when both his parents were healthy.

But his mother died two years ago, and his father suddenly collapsed not long ago. Maybe it can't be said to be sudden, after all, everyone knew it would happen, but they just didn't know when it would happen.

Christian thought to himself that if he were a person with feelings, he would not hate his parents. They really gave him a lot of love, but because of that ridiculous pure-blood theory, Christian felt a little disgusted with them from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps he also loved his parents deeply - before his younger brother was born, before he had the ability to think independently.

Donovan couldn't help coughing, his chest heaving violently, but he was weak, and Christian thought for a moment that his father was breathing more out than in.

Donovan's miserable appearance was imprinted in Christian's mind. He could hardly remember what his father looked like when he was healthy. He had only been lying in bed for less than a week!

"No." Christian said this suddenly. He was a little surprised himself. He thought he would remain silent.

Donovan finally recovered from his violent coughing and heard what his son said. He tried to force a smile, but he only managed to pull the corners of his mouth.

Neither of them continued talking. The house-elf standing beside them stared with eyes as big as copper bells, his big ears drooping, and he pulled at his clothes anxiously.

Sensing the house-elf's fear, Christian closed his eyes and whispered, "I'm going to read, father."

After that, he opened the door and walked out. At the moment when the door closed, Donovan heard him say: "I hope you get well soon."