Chapter 1: Just had his magic outbreak and got Divorced?

The Foley family.

One of the twenty-eight Pure Blood families in the magic world of Britain.

The family has lived for generations on a manor in the village of Foley in Hampshire. As the Foley family, who have always been renowned as Potions Masters, are even more famous for their connections and wealth.

Even when the Dark Lord wreaked havoc twice, the castle had never experienced any catastrophe. But today the atmosphere in this castle is serious.

Some of the elf servants were also in a hurry, not as cheerful as before.

"Braun is six years old today. There was no magic outbreak yet, and to be honest Albert, I was a little worried about him. " A beautiful woman in a purple robe said with some concern.

The tall, thin, pale-skinned man beside her looked gloomy when he heard her words, and the hooked nose made this face look more and more fierce.

But he agreed with the words of the woman.

After nodding slightly, the man said indifferently: "Wait, if Braun hasn't awakened his magic when he is nine.

Then we would have to send him to the Muggle world to live with my useless brother. "

"But he's still so young..."

The woman's words were interrupted before she could finish speaking.

"Millie, you need to know. A Squib is not suitable for life in the wizarding world. Living in the Muggle world was good for him and for us. "

A young child is hiding outside the house and listening to his parents. He doesn't understand their conversation or the seriousness behind the words spoken, not knowing what this means and not knowing that his fate has been decided.

However, he looked at his parents' expressions and knew that they were not very happy at the moment.

Time rolled along and Three years later...

A grand ball is being held in the halls of Foley Manor. It's just compared to the suits and leather shoes in a normal ball, the men and women at this dance are not wearing elaborate robes, the clothes on their bodies have a strong medieval style.

In short, all this seems a little out of place with modern society.

It's not just weirdly dressed guests at the ball.

Even the other things in the hall seemed weird.

Piano that is playing by itself.

A skeleton playing a violin.

The plate that fills automatically after eating...

All this indicates that this is not a dance party for ordinary people.

The ball was held for the birthday of Braun Foley, the heir to the Foley family.

The protagonist is the little boy dressed in medieval aristocratic clothes and sitting at the table obediently.

"Albert, Braun finally had his magic outbreak... Our son is not a Squib! "

Watching as his son suddenly roared, a strange change began to appear in the air around him, Millie pulled her husband next to her with some excitement. Tears also fell from the corners of her eyes.

In contrast, her husband beside her is much more indifferent. However one look at his trembling hands, she knew that he was not as calm as he seemed.

The people around the dance also stopped. Observing with interest the silly son of the Foley family. It's just that it didn't take long for these people to lose interest one by one.

Their face also became strange.

This is because.

Nothing has changed in the house.

Oh not nothing, but a candle on the table was extinguished.

Other than that, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Wow..."

A man in a robe couldn't help but laugh. But he quickly covered his mouth. Although the Foley family has begun to decline in momentum now, it is not as strong as it once was. But it's still not something he can provoke. It's just that this time it didn't calm down as he thought, and everyone quickly calmed down.

Rather, with his laughter the other wizards in the hall began to whisper in each other's ears:

"It seems that the Foley family is no longer good..."

"That's right, not only is the current head of the family a man without potions talents, his son is even so weak in his magic outbreak.

It is conceivable that his magic power in the future will definitely not be strong. "

"This magic is slightly stronger than a squib."

"Looks like Foley is finished!"

"What a disgrace to the pure-blood family!"

"..."

The head of the Foley turned a deaf ear to the chatter around him.

It's just that the face is as dark as the bottom of the pot.

I was glad that my son was able to have his magic outbreak instead of becoming a squib.

At this moment, it has also disappeared because the power generated by Braun's magic outbreak is so low. Even if you become a wizard in the future, you will not achieve much.

"Mr. Foley, I'll leave first since I still have some urgent business to attend to..." A richly dressed couple said with a smile at Old Foley.

Mr. Foley didn't speak, just nodded.

Seeing the couple's departure, the wizards in the hall seemed to have received a signal. One by one, they are all ready to say goodbye.

But at this time, a little girl's voice made everyone who wanted to leave stop:

"Dad, I don't want to marry such a waste!"

"Shut up! Pansy! "

"No, I won't!"

"His magic is as weak as a squib!"

"Shut up!"

The tall and stout man yelled at his daughter. Then to the terrible Foley with a gloomy face:

"Mr. Foley, Pansy is still too young to understand. But I think it's better not to force them together if the children don't want to. What do you say? "

Although the man's tone appeared respectful, the meaning of the words was not so respectful.

"Do you want to cancel the marriage decided between them? Are you turning your back on a Pure blood marriage agreement? are you Parkinson? "

Mr. Foley's voice squeezed out of his teeth.

Looking at the man's eyes also became unkind. What a humiliating thing to be divorced in public.

It won't be long before this gets moved to the Daily Prophet.

But what can he do about that?

In the wizarding world, the fist is the truth. His own son's magic is so low...

"I guess this marriage is not a Pure blood union .

After all, your son... Is special and My daughter doesn't deserve this. "

The man said with a bit of a sneer, as if he had completely removed his mask at this moment.

The words are also domineering.

There is no humility at all.

"Well, dear Mr. Foley. Please consider this matter. I will be taking my leave now! "

Mr. Parkinson performed a simple salute in the British wizarding etiquette, and then pulled his daughter by the head and left without looking back.