Chapter 1046 Destiny (4): "Gol in Fairy Tales"

"I really can't imagine what happened to Gregory. His eyes were gouged out..." Gore's mother cried, carefully putting some precious things into the suitcase.

Old Gore sat silently under the oil lamp, gnawing on the chicken legs bit by bit.

"I don't even know what we're going to face next..."

His wife was talking beside him, but Old Goyle's eyes were empty. The past experience of the pure-blood families clearly told him what to do——to calm down his emotions before acting.

This is a way that violates the emotional magic described by Anton, and does not allow any ups and downs in emotions.

The most fundamental reason is that a large number of pure blood marriages over the millennium have made their wizard blood extremely powerful, so powerful that they can mobilize terrifying magic power without too much emotion.

Instead, what they need to do is to relax their whole mind, not to be stimulated by these magical powers to affect their emotions.

Let the emotions rippling in the mind, whether cruel, or compassion, or excitement, or pain, everything, let them burst out in the mind, and you must maintain calmness.

It's a very contradictory approach, but it's the best approach for those who have reached the ultimate level of wizard blood among modern pure-blood wizards.

Old Gore couldn't figure out these magic theories.

The only thing he can do is to firmly implement the conclusions that the Malfoy family has researched, although doing so will make him more and more dull.

Malfoy will not harm them, they all know that even Malfoy himself is trying to find a way to continue the research, because Malfoy will become like Goyle and Crabbe sooner or later.

The wife was still rambling on, "We betrayed once, and now we betrayed the Dark Demon again..."

Old Gore suddenly turned his head and looked at her seriously, "You can't say it. If you say it, you will be known."

The wife immediately covered her mouth, whimpered a few times, and tears flowed down.

Old Gore just smiled innocently, "It will be fine."

"Yeah." The wife wiped her tears vigorously.

A chicken leg was held up in front of her, "Do you want a chicken leg?"

The wife just shook her head gently, "Do you need me to warm it up for you?"

Old Gore shook his head slowly, "No, that's fine, our Gore family will feel happy whatever they eat."

The wife chuckled, "It's enough for you to have chicken legs!"

Old Gore thought for a while, then smiled innocently, "Yes, chicken legs are enough."

The Gore family followed the Dark Lord Voldemort to America with all their foundations, and regained a large amount of property and a tall castle here. Now they plan to leave the Dark Lord, obviously there is no way to take too much away.

Old Goyle doesn't know how to transfer assets, and the Malfoy family will not help them do this kind of thing at this time. Lucius arranged for Old Goyle to rescue Old Crabbe, but he didn't want to get involved himself.

There are not many things to sort out, most of which are the portraits of the Gower family members of the past generations, the huge stone carvings of the family emblem, etc. that even outsiders think are worthless.

These are the persistences that even the dullest Gore has - the belief in bloodlines.

Others, if you can't take them with you, you can't take them with you.

Old Goyle watched silently as the most loyal house elves in the family left with their wives, and sat peacefully under the oil lamp, continuing to gnaw the last shreds of meat on the chicken legs.

Finally, the chicken legs on the plate were finished, he wiped his mouth contentedly, and picked up the magic wand that had accompanied him all his life from the table.

Lucius was right.

Rescuing the Crabbe family from the prison of the Magic Congress guarded by countless powerful wizards was too simple for old Goyle.

It's so simple that you don't even need to prepare any plans in advance.

There is no need to search for the goal in advance, because fate will arrange for Goyle to go where they want to reach.

This unique magic is the gene injected into the Gower family by the first generation of romance novelist Gower.

The name of the magic is Gower in a Fairy Tale.

He casually pulled out a book of fairy tales for children to tell bedtime from the bookshelf.

The album is not big, only about twenty pages, about the size of an adult wizard's palm.

Picking up the picture book, Gore lay on the sofa in front of the fireplace, listening to the crackling sound of the firewood in the fireplace, and covered himself with a blanket.

He flipped through the picture book lightly, saw the illustrations of little rabbits and children rushing to the depths of the woods, and began to read the accompanying text under the illustrations.

"Mikel's Fantastic Vacation"

"During the summer vacation, Mikel followed the businessman's horse team with his luggage and came to his grandmother's house in the small town of Kampa."

"Grandma was very happy about Mikael's arrival. She sat on the wicker chair at the door and knit sweaters for Mikael at dawn."

"Mikel also likes this place very much. It is different from the city he usually lives in. There are woods, streams, mountains of flowers, and cute little rabbits here."

"On this day, he came to the hillside with a bamboo basket, intending to pick some fresh berries for grandma to eat."

"Suddenly a few little rabbits jumped out..."

"Mikel chased and chased, got out of the bushes, and a huge waterfall appeared in front of him..."

In the dark castle, old Goyle's simple and deep voice echoed, and as he narrated, a breeze with the smell of grass blades and mud suddenly blew past.

Old Gore seemed to be immersed in this fairy tale.

Before his eyes, he saw a magnificent waterfall, a few elk drinking water by the lake under the waterfall, an elf picking nectar, and a mermaid combing her hair in the lake.

The mermaid is beautiful, wearing clothes made of crystal clear shells and pearls, shining in the sun.

Old Gore watched this scene obsessively, completely immersed in the story.

The small album closed slowly and fell from mid-air.

Goyle was no longer on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

An owl flapped its wings and flew down from the shelf next to it, grabbed the small album with its claws, and flew towards the prison cell of the Magic Congress in the distance.

It flew over high mountains, over fields of enchanted llamas, through the flagpoles of town clock towers, soared over city traffic, and finally flew in a house window.

"What is this?" The prison guard stopped the postman, and picked up the small album on his feet for inspection.

"A very ordinary picture book, without magic power." After another jailer checked it, he handed the small picture book to the postman again.

"Listen!" The jailer waved his wand and tapped the owl's head lightly, "Listen up, little guy, we allow picture books to be given to children in the prison, but you are absolutely not allowed to take anything out of it, even It's a note!"

The owl nodded, grabbed the album and continued to fly into the prison.

Behind it, the bored jailers chatted, "If it weren't for the protests from those inexplicable associations, I wouldn't even let this album go in!"

"Oh, don't say that, children are innocent."

"Huh? Are there any children in our prison?"

Another jailer frowned, "I need to check the file."

After more than ten minutes, he came back in a hurry, "No, there are no children. The youngest is the little Crabbe who burned down the headquarters building of the Magic Congress. He is obviously too old to read this kind of children's picture album."

So several jailers hurried towards the inside, and saw the owl kept hitting the glass of a window, as if it wanted to fly out.

"Merlin's beard!" the jailer laughed. "Look, this is the stupidest postman I've ever seen. It got lost. Did someone feed it rum?"

Eventually, they released the owl after a thorough examination of the owl and the picture book at its feet.

The owl flew again and flew all the way to Britain on the other side of the ocean.

Finally, it came to a certain street in London.

It threw the album into an alley where no one passed by, flapped its wings and flew away again.

A gust of wind blew, and the picture book that fell on the ground was opened, and a few villains slowly walked out from it.

The villain grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a normal person again.

Old Crabbe glanced at his wife and children, pursed his lips and looked at Old Goyle who picked up the album, "Where is this?"

Old Gore just smiled innocently, "My son is nearby, because when I was casting magic, I told the elk in the forest that showed us the way that I was going to find my son."

"Really?" Old Crabbe raised his eyebrows, looked up at the building of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds outside the alley, and whistled. "It seems that the people of the Order of the Phoenix didn't make things difficult for your son."

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Is this magic fun? When I was writing about the Palace of Knowledge of the Weasley family, I was thinking about the blood magic of other pure-blood families. This should be more interesting than the blood magic of the Ollivander family that can observe the characteristics of the soul.

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