HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

Christian left his father's room and went to the study.

For him, the biggest advantage of a pure-blood family is that they have a huge collection of books of various types. Not only are there books that are widely circulated in the wizarding world, but also more information that belongs to each family. In these ancient books, you can trace back to the legendary stories of great wizards thousands of years ago, mysterious spells, unique potion formulas, and even hidden secrets.

But now most pure-blood families don't care much about this, they care more about bloodline. In their opinion, keeping the blood pure can pass on the family.

He slowly stroked the books on the bookshelf. He had read most of the books here. He had been staying in this place full of books since he learned to read and knew about the blood curse of the Greengrass family.

He was lucky to be of the Greengrass family's uncursed bloodline.

Similarly, he was also the child that his parents had been waiting for after being married for many years.

When he was one year old, his mother became pregnant again. Just when they thought that this child would not suffer from the blood curse like him, Merlin played a huge joke.

His younger brother Felix didn't seem to be as lucky.

He knew this from the portraits hanging on the staircase walls. As ancestors of the Greengrass family, they knew much more than he did.

Christian was only five years old at that time, but the little wizard already knew a lot of things. He often saw his mother and father smiling at him, saying that the family's hopes rested on him.

But they always sighed at his younger brother. Young Christian could feel that his parents also loved his younger brother, he just couldn't understand why.

So he went to ask those portraits. The people in the portraits had always ignored him before, and those people could obviously visit through the portraits - he had seen it in other manors, but their family didn't seem to like it.

"Do you know why Mom and Dad always sigh at Felix?"

"You finally asked something useful." One of the portraits said, and he said in a very normal tone: "It's a blood curse."

"What is that?" Christian opened his lavender eyes, which were full of confusion and bewilderment. "Why does Felix have this?"

"Every Greengrass has one," the portrait continued, picking at his nails without even a glance at little Christian. "I thought you'd get used to it."

“Why should I get used to it?”

“Merlin—” The portrait finally raised its head, staring at Christian with disbelief and a hint of despair in his tone, “You’re not a fool, are you?”

His voice was so loud that the other portraits who had been pretending to be asleep felt that they would be fools if they didn't get up.

A lady walked to the front from the depths of the portrait. She said in a gloating voice, "Has Greengrass's blood curse finally taken hold of his brain? I always said this family wouldn't last long."

Her words aroused a lot of opposition. Those angry and vicious words exploded in Christian's ears. He finally couldn't help it. He swore that was the loudest sound he had said in the past five years: "Shut up!"

Sometimes losing your temper is quite useful, Christian was a little proud. Look, those annoying portraits that didn't want to pay attention to him before are now looking at him.

"So now, can anyone tell me what's going on?" He put his hands on his hips and scanned every portrait.

He swore on every bottle of potion in his father's potions room that those portraits looked like they were going to crawl out of them any second - after he locked eyes with them.

"Merlin—" The first portrait that spoke to him spoke again in surprise, looking very incompetent, "I've never really looked at you before."

"Come here, let me take a closer look at you." The lady's face suddenly enlarged in front of Christian. Needless to say, he was frightened and his pupils dilated again.

This makes it easier to see his eyes in more portraits

"He——" Mr. Good-for-Nothing held his hand to his heart and said impatiently, "That's the lucky guy!"

Christian was about to swear his third oath today. He had never seen such a crazy scene. The portraits threw their wizard hats high up, some reached through the frame to hug others, and some were even wiping tears quietly.

"What's going on?" Christian was really angry. He felt that he had been fooled by these portraits. Just when he was about to leave, Mr. Loser became the one who solved the mystery.

"So," Christian said in a flat tone, in a strange accent, "Every Greengrass will be cursed? And I am the only one who was cursed..."

He was somewhat unable to continue speaking, and no one knew what he was thinking.

From that time on, the portraits' attitude towards him was different. They talked about family, honor, and bloodline all the time. Whenever they saw Christian, they would approach him with shining eyes, as if he was the savior of the family.

It was also from that time that Christian became more and more silent. He no longer tried to attract the attention of the portrait every day like before, no longer wanted to talk to his father and mother, and no longer liked to go to the banquets of pure-blood families.

But everyone thought that he was growing up, becoming mature, and able to shoulder the responsibility of the family. For a while, they praised him.

Only he himself knows why, and only he himself knows his truest thoughts.