During The Funeral

"Next week.

Braun had a very peaceful life.

The arrival of the grandmother finally made his heart relax a lot.

"I will no longer be as scared as I was when I escaped from the wolf's den a few days ago."

And the soul magic signed by Braun is also steadily improving.

"Ding! Sign in successfully, Rowle family soul magic (90/100)."

Look at the progress that has reached 90.

Braun is very satisfied; he only needs to sign in again tomorrow to fully learn the soul magic of the Rowle family!

Originally, according to the progress, it was not so fast.

But Braun wasn't idle all this time either.

The books he brought from Gringotts became something he had to study every day.

He even fought against the house elf named Toby every day, letting him learn more and more about soul magic.

This also contributes to the growth of proficiency.

He opened his eyes with a sigh.

Instead of getting up, Braun waved his wand lightly and shouted, "I'm getting up!"

Then the bed under him lifted Braun slowly, as if transformed.

The quilt on the bed is full of life. He picked up Braun's clothes and put them on.

Beautiful music came from a gramophone in the corner.

And the mirror approached Braun obsequiously.

"Oh! My dear master, your heroic appearance makes me deeply intoxicated every time. Waking up to see you every morning is simply Merlin's gift to me; it's..."

Listening to the mirror, who still had a bad mouth a few days ago, praise himself like this, Braun felt extremely relieved.

These are all the transformations I have made through soul magic during this period of time.

Whether it's the bed under him, the mirror in front of him, or the phonograph in the corner of the wall, they are all activated items imbued with soul magic.

In order to ensure that these things are full of agility, he also specially bought the soul essence of a dozen goblins for experiments.

This barely made it to three.

This shows how low the success rate is.

"Boom! Young master, the master asked me to tell you that breakfast is ready. We will finish eating as soon as possible to welcome the wizards who come to the memorial service."

"I see!"

Listening to some hoarse voices outside, Braun replied.

That's Toby, Braun's grandmother's house elf.

As for Cassatt, he has been ruthlessly driven outside to take care of garden repairs or weeding.

According to Grandma Augustus, a werewolf in the castle will only make the castle dirty. This is a stain on pure blood.

Naturally, Braun would not refute this stubborn old woman.

What's more, compared to Toby, the meals made by Cassatt are indeed difficult to eat.

"If only I could have a house elf of my own!" Braun secretly sighed in his heart.

I don't know when my uncle will be able to bring the house elf over.

Get dressed quickly.

Braun went downstairs without any haste.

At the dining table, his grandmother was watching the Daily Prophet while sipping black tea.

"Good morning, grandma!"

"Good morning, kid!" Lady Augustus nodded to Braun.

Braun was about to fill his empty stomach with the bacon and fried eggs in front of him.

Grandma spoke again, "Remember to hang up the portraits of your parents later, just below your grandpa."

Following the direction of his grandmother's finger, Braun looked at the two portraits on the table.

This was prepared a few days ago. Drawn by a magic artist based on a photo of Braun's parents. At the same time, the memory of the parents in Braun's mind was added.

Of course, this is still somewhat different from those magic paintings in which the wizard injects memory and magic power before his death. At least, it won't be as agile as the portrait of my grandfather.

Looking at the men and women in the portrait, they are looking at themselves tenderly.

Braun's eyes moistened unconsciously.

He can still feel the original body's nostalgia for his parents.

...

Finish breakfast.

Braun hung up portraits of his parents.

Then he followed his grandmother to the gate of the castle and waited.

Today's weather is not very good. The sky was gloomy, covered with dark clouds, and thunder could be faintly heard. It looked like it was going to rain.

However, no one is used to this. There are not many sunny days in the humid British Isles. Continuous rain is the main theme here.

It was almost ten o'clock. Finally, wizards in black robes walked towards the manor.

The man who came was tall. It looked like it's about 1.9 meters. As he got closer, Braun realized it was a lady's wide-brimmed hat with a stuffed vulture on it.

Beside her was a chubby little boy. It just looked timid. He looks very introverted.

"Longbottom? Is that Neville?" Braun thought to himself.

No way, the hat of Mrs. Longbottom, Neville's grandma, was so eye-catching. It's fair to say Braun hasn't seen the same in the entire wizarding world.

"Augusta! Here you come!" The grandmother beside Braun greeted him warmly. It seems that they are very familiar with each other."