Chapter 298 Witch Tribe

Early the next morning, Lupine and Anton left London on a broomstick.

Ilsa didn't follow, she happily prepared breakfast for the two and let the two men go on a trip by themselves.

"I'll follow, so you can't whisper."

"Oh ~ Ilsa."

"Oh ~ Lupine."

Anton sighed, took a hard bite of the sandwich, don't feed dog food early in the morning!

Ilsa is a very independent woman. Before she met Lupine, she was already an independent wizard who went to work in the Muggle world.

Given her background in a family of officials and eunuchs, it can be deduced that she is a restless person.

In fact, Ilsa is currently visiting Hogsmeade Village with Nagini, planning to open a shop facing wizards.

Specifically what to sell, the two sisters have not decided yet, they are just discussing to do something.

Although no one knew where Hogwarts was, Lupine had already told Ilsa about interesting childhood stories, which naturally let Ilsa know that the next door to Hogwarts was Hogsmeade.

In front of the school castle is the Black Lake. On the other side of the Black Lake, walking out of a trail in the woods that only appears during holidays, is the station where the little wizards take the school leaving train.

And this Hogsmeade Station is located in Hogsmeade Village.

separated by a wall.

Whether it is using a broomstick or a school secret road, it is extremely convenient to go back and forth.

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for? Lu Ping was quite moved.

...

"We're going to a place this weekend. It's a tribe of witches."

"Tribe?" Anton asked in surprise. It's been almost two thousand years, and there is such a thing?

Lupine nodded with a smile, "The tribe is a form of organization, which does not mean that they are closed to information. In fact, after you get in touch with them, you will find that the tribe is more open than serious wizards."

Anton raised his eyebrows, witch tribe? open?

Lupine didn't know what was going on in Anton's head, and continued to introduce, "They have their own inheritance, which existed in the ancient wizard era, and they still maintain it after the changes of modern times."

"Family education, this is the way they pass it on. In other words, their offspring did not enter the magic school."

Anton was flying too high on the broom, avoiding a big tree, and looked back at Lupine in surprise, "Didn't it say that Hogwarts has a pen of acceptance and a book of admission, and all the little wizards born will be recorded in the book?"

Lupine nodded, "That's the way it is, but if their parents are unwilling to let their children enter the magic school, it is impossible for the magic school to force the children to enter the school."

"The wizarding world is complicated, and the Ministry sometimes has to make compromises, well, they often do."

Lupine observed Anton's expression with a smile, "Witch tribe, family education, do they remind you of the witch gathering scene in the medieval village?"

"Well, my teacher and I have been to many parties in chaotic places." Anton curled his lips, "There are demons and ghosts, that kind of feeling is not good."

Lupine laughed, "That's not the case!"

"As I said, they are more open than normal wizards."

Oh~ Don’t talk about openness anymore. Anton doesn’t know why he thought of the description in a certain forbidden book in the school library—an ancient tribe of witches dominated by women. In order to continue the inheritance of blood, they often confuse travelers passing by Wonderful night.

——In order to maintain the tradition of witches, they even use potions to detect the sex of their pregnant offspring and kill the boys.

Lupine watched the situation under the clouds, and finally gave the broomstick a slight tug to stop it.

"Arrived."

"Here?" Anton looked down at the city below in surprise.

Yes, city!

It's not some remote little village.

There are many high-rise buildings in the city center, and huge factories are scattered all over the suburbs. Looking from the sky, the city streets are full of all kinds of cars and trucks.

"..."

To be honest, Anton was shocked!

"here is?"

Lupine waved his wand, cast the Disillusionment Charm on Anton and himself, and led him to lower the flying altitude and fly to the northern suburbs.

"Birmingham, the UK's second city with a population of more than one million, the world's first manufacturing town, has more than a thousand international companies, world-class companies, R&D centers, world-renowned universities and innovative entrepreneurs."

Oh~

This kind of introduction from Lu Ping's mouth is really inconsistent. Anton looked at Lu Ping in astonishment, and suddenly realized that his understanding of this old man who has traveled all over the world for more than ten years may be a little superficial.

"The children of the witch tribe will go to Muggle schools, from primary school to university graduation, they actively embrace the new era. As I said, they are very open."

Anton grasped the point instantly, "They?"

Lupine shrugged, "Yes, according to tradition, they can only have girls. But the price of embracing the new era is that the new generation of witches began to refuse to do such things. They hoped to have a complete family and give birth to their own daughters. The child, even if the child is a boy."

He stretched out his index finger and middle finger together, and gently stretched them apart to make a yeh gesture, "This is their main conflict now, split into two groups, don't mention this topic at that time, everything else is fine , they don't mind talking about anything else."

After getting off the broomstick, Anton looked at everything in front of him in amazement, only feeling novel.

Next door is a small metalworking factory where the tribe of witches is located.

Without Lupine's introduction, there was a huge sign above the foyer of the five-story building——Witch Tribe Occult Club.

"The International Statute of Secrecy doesn't care about that?"

Just write it directly on the signboard?

Lupine chuckled in a low voice, "As I said, the Ministry of Magic will always make some compromises. People in the Witch Tribe are more fierce, like madmen, and no one dares to provoke them."

"Hey, Remus (Lupin's name), I don't want to hear you introduce us to juniors like this." A hoarse voice sounded beside him.

Anton turned his head to look.

Wow.

Sure enough, it was open enough.

It is simply an abyss.

He was embarrassed to look more, and raised his head to look at the lady, who was a tall and tall lady in her thirties with light blue eyes and black hair.

Wearing a European-style square-neck floral dress and a delicate hairstyle, it is difficult to see the wizard's message on her body.

Except for the surging magic power observed by the soul breath.

"Dalal, long time no see. This is my nephew, Anthony Weasley."

Lupine greeted the other party and introduced Anton, "Dalal Jackson, a powerful witch who is proficient in herbal decoctions, and a professor of humanities and history at the University of Birmingham."

University of Birmingham...

A world famous school. Anton looked at her in surprise, a witch who became a professor at a prestigious Muggle school? He could almost imagine what kind of education the descendants of these witches received.

Is that good, or not?

It should be good to embrace the new era. But Anton read modern magic books in the Hogwarts library, and there were no works written by people like the Witch Tribe.

Either their attitude towards magic knowledge is relatively conservative, or they don't have any master wizards.

Either way, it doesn't seem so good.

This is an interesting observation.

"Weasley?" Witch Dalal looked at Anton's red hair with interest, "From a pure-blood family?"

Anton looked at her with a smile, "I would rather you call me Anton, dear lady."

"Ha~"

Witch Dalal covered her mouth and smiled, "Remus, I like your nephew."

Lupine moved half a step quietly, half of his body was in front of Anton, "Dalal, he is my dearest nephew, and he is only thirteen years old, don't make any plans."

Witch Dalal rolled her eyes, proudly holding a thick textbook, and walked straight to the gate of the Witch Tribe Mysticism Club.

"You are still so boring, come in."

Lupine shrugged to Anton, and led Anton to follow behind her.