Chapter 2387

If it is true that even character can be inherited in this world, the inheritance of Snape family is probably that "son is more like father", while TIA, an unknown daughter, is more inclined to mother.

Of course, this is not obvious at all.

Because Irene Snape... Or Irene Prince's weakness was only engraved in her bones, but on the surface, it was grumpy - often, a person's appearance always gives people more first impressions, isn't it?

What's more, the mother of TIA and Severus didn't talk much.

So, yes, TIA is more like a mother - she's a little cowardly from the bottom of her heart. Moreover, even if she is equally dull and silent, she has less aggressive appearance than her mother, which makes her more vulnerable to bullying.

But in the final analysis, neither Irene nor TIA herself, nor their really grumpy husband, nor their father who had never met, were fools.

Like her brother who had been separated since childhood in other countries, TIA was also very smart, which was only covered up by her weakness, which had always been infinitely magnified.

At this moment, in the face of a strange stranger who would worry and even fear anyone, TIA was trembling at the same time, but she never stopped thinking. Even if she just woke up from her sleep, even if she had to live another period of time before she could only reach the age of 11, her thinking was clear from beginning to end.

"... is it your excellency who drove Johnny away during the day?"

Obviously, I can actually feel that the little girl in front of me is emitting fear all the time, but the "that" outside the window finds that her already shaky reason seems to be on the verge of collapse. Yes, it's like a man has been forced to the edge of a cliff, and even one foot has been hung outside. The man who looks extremely dangerous still stands there and doesn't fall down after all.

To be honest, when this unusual situation happens to a seemingly cowardly and weak little girl... It naturally becomes more special.

"This is indeed a very special child."

The man outside the window thought so at that time.

A moment's speculation didn't take much time. Soon, little TIA heard the figure outside the window, coughed slightly and said softly:

"Miss prince, yes, you guessed well... Of course, it's only a small matter for me. You don't have to care."

"Mother Talisa said that gratitude should be rewarded. Just as our Lord has given us joy and harmony, we should bid farewell to yesterday, believe in our Lord and spread the gospel for the beauty of today and tomorrow."

TIA was a child after all. She might have her own thoughts, but she unconsciously recited the words of the pastoral nun word by word.

Unfortunately, she chose the wrong object this time, because at this time, standing in front of her was a wizard.

"Oh, I've heard of evangelicals... Well, in short, that sentence - do you want to leave here? Miss prince, in fact, you have some special potential. So I think you should leave here and go to a school called 'ivamani'... Yes, just like your biological mother, go to a school that can guide you how to make With the power in your body... Magic school! "

To be exact, TIA's mother, Irene prince, was not ivamani, but Hogwarts. But so what? Go to Hogwarts in England, and in the United States, of course, go to ifamani.

"Magic... School?" TIA, who was already a little confused, was even more confused.

"Yes, magic school." the other party seemed to smile. "In fact, you are born a wizard - your mother is, and so are you."

"... wizard?" little TIA looked even more confused.

"Well, maybe it's time to introduce myself - I'm John Stewart, a member of the stonemason's workshop... Oh, so you don't understand, so, or I'm the 'Guide' of the ifamani School of witchcraft and Wizardry this year... Well, I mean, one."

Obviously, this is John.

More than ten years ago, he was not a very reliable person; More than ten years later, when he crossed the Atlantic to Italy to try to meet Snape, he seemed to naturally become a very unreliable middle-aged man.

At this time, the series of titles he talked about were actually useless. In fact, he was just an ifamani orientation worker sent out from the workshop that year.

The family, which has continued since its founder, has become an independent department. The Institute, which has always been attached to ifamani, also needs to do some small work for ifamani every year to maintain a good relationship between them and ifamani's teachers and students. The Stewart Family Institute, established by a special inheritance talent, has not been easy over the years.

"In other words, I should go to the one you said..."

"Ifamani."

"Yes, 'ifamani' Magic School... Should I go there to learn how to become a wizard...?"

Although still a little timid, after such a short period of adaptation, TIA finally spoke more smoothly. She murmured in a low voice and reluctantly accepted the fact - it would be too unrealistic to say that it was actually a lie, not to mention that the object of deception was only an orphan in a church orphanage.

Just as TIA thought so, suddenly she couldn't help being a little stunned.

"The evening before yesterday... I broke a thermos."

It was a little strange, because little TIA suddenly talked about a little thing that sounded very insignificant. Even though it was not small for her, she had just been punished for it yesterday morning.

But soon, John, standing in the dark outside the window, seemed to nod his head slightly.

"You remember, that's right... That's actually normal. Maybe you haven't experienced it - you certainly haven't experienced it, but in fact, it happened to every little wizard, but the actual details are different... A thermos flew by itself. Compared with those more powerful ones, you're nothing at all."

So, in the dark, John suddenly took his wand out of his pocket and touched it gently on the windowsill in front of him. The next moment, the window sill made of brick and cement wanted to separate automatically on both sides, completely exposing the real appearance of his whole person to little TIA's vision.

"Want to go out for a walk? I can take you for a flight - my Quidditch flying skills are not bad!" John said with a heartless smile.