Evans Bloodline

Professor McGonagall finished her Transfiguration, and after stunning everyone, she turned her full attention to Yulian.

She carefully examined his emerald green eyes, which seemed familiar, and the calm demeanor that surpassed his age.

Her gaze was complex, holding both wariness of the surname "Black" and admiration for the boy before her. Of course, the performance of Yulian's parents just now had convinced her that this was a genuine Muggle family.

"Mr. Shiloh Yulian Black," she said formally, "Hogwarts welcomes you. Your name has appeared in the Book of Admissions, a destiny that cannot be changed. Here, you will learn how to properly use your talents, make friends for life, and find your own path."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the two parents still in shock, and her tone softened slightly. "For a Muggle family, this is indeed a huge shock. But please believe me, Hogwarts is not just a school, it's a home. We will protect every student, no matter where they come from. Shiloh needs it there, just as it needs him."

Altair and Clara exchanged glances; their proud rational world had collapsed before the crane in the living room.

They looked at their quiet son, who didn't seem so surprised by "supernatural phenomena."

At this moment, Yulian was looking at the crane with great interest, touching here and scratching there, without any fear.

He perhaps truly didn't belong to the ordinary world they knew.

Professor McGonagall spoke again, "Mrs. Black," she said to Clara, "forgive me for asking, but what was your maiden name? No offense, it's just that your eyes are very similar to an old acquaintance of mine."

An old acquaintance? Clara was a little surprised but replied, "My maiden name is Evans."

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, "Do you happen to know Lily Evans?"

"Oh, God! You know Lily! She's my distant cousin."

"So that's it, no wonder." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, her expression becoming even gentler, and she glanced at Yulian's eyes again, "Lily was also my student."

"What! So Lily attended Hogwarts! So our family has had a Wizard before!"

Clara felt increasingly incredulous, "Since magic is so amazing," Clara pointed at the crane with her finger, "then how did Lily and the others die in a car accident?"

"A car accident!" Now it was Professor McGonagall's turn to be surprised and somewhat angry, "Who said that!"

"It was... it was Petunia and us who said that. Wasn't it?" Clara said hesitantly, facing the stern Professor McGonagall, she felt like a student facing the headmaster.

"Of course not! How could they have died in a car accident in your Muggle world! Lily and her husband James are heroes and the pride of our Wizarding world!"

Grandmother Elodie raised an eyebrow upon hearing the word Muggle.

Professor McGonagall paused, "Although I cannot disclose the specifics, Yulian will naturally know later. By the way, their child Harry is also enrolling this year."

"Harry Potter! That poor child is also a Wizard?" Clara exclaimed.

"Poor? Have you seen him?" Professor McGonagall asked, "Is he not doing well?"

"Well... I took Yulian to visit Mr. and Mrs. Dursley about half a year ago,"

Clara's answer was somewhat stammering, "You know, relatives don't always take care of you as well as your own parents... as meticulously." Clara finally found a good word, but her expression was very awkward.

"I understand. It seems I need to have a good word with that old fool Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall, seasoned and wise, looked very displeased. "It seems you have all accepted the concept of Wizards. That's all for today. I will come next week to take Yulian to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies." With that, Professor McGonagall prepared to leave in a hurry.

"Oh, and please prepare your cash to exchange for Wizarding currency. It doesn't need to be a lot, there's a limit to the exchange at the Wizarding bank, but gold and silver jewelry are unrestricted."

No one noticed that throughout Professor McGonagall's home visit, grandfather Alphard had not uttered a single word.

Only after Professor McGonagall left did he let out a long sigh, thinking it was fortunate that Professor McGonagall's strengths were different from Ollivander's.

He knew that he himself had once been a student of McGonagall, even when she was still Dumbledore's assistant.

Altair took a deep breath. Although disbelief still lingered on his face, his instinct as a father made him decide to support his son.

He reached out, patted his son's shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "Alright, son. If you really want to go to that... Pigwarts. Then go."

Yulian nodded heavily, his eyes shining with excitement.

It was late at night. After discussing the wonders of magic again and reaching a consensus, Yulian prepared to go back to his room to sleep.

Just then, his grandmother grabbed his grandfather Alphard, who was also heading back to his bedroom. "Yulian, you go rest first. Dear, isn't it time you told us three Muggles your story?"

Grandfather: "..."

Scottish Highlands, Hogwarts Castle.

The night was as dark as ink, dotted with stars, as if countless eyes were watching this ancient magical fortress.

In the Headmaster's office, candlelight flickered, illuminating the portraits on the wall of past headmasters, some dozing, some deep in thought. The air was filled with the faint scent of lemon sherbet and old parchment.

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood before the large desk, her posture as upright as ever, but a rare hint of fatigue lined her brow.

She had just finished a peculiar home visit and a stealthy reconnaissance. That's right, she had personally gone to Little Whinging, Number 4 Privet Drive, and secretly checked on them.

Even though Hagrid had already taken Harry to Diagon Alley, and the Dursleys treated Harry with a little more apprehension, they remained indifferent.

"Albus," her voice was as crisp and clear as ever, without a trace of hesitation, "I have visited the home of Shiloh Yulian Black."

Albus Dumbledore, seated behind the desk, had changed into a light-colored robe. Seeing Professor McGonagall enter, he put down his quill. The blue eyes behind his half-moon spectacles twinkled with a gentle and wise light.

"Oh? Please sit, Minerva. Would you like some hot honey-lemon tea? Or... I've just received a new batch of dancing cockroach clusters?"

"Thank you, no, Albus." Professor McGonagall decisively refused the Headmaster's kind offer and stated directly, "The situation is somewhat... unexpected."

Dumbledore leaned forward slightly, fingertips pressed together, assuming a listening posture.

"Unexpected? Is it because of the surname 'Black'? I admit, I was also quite surprised when I saw that name appear on the 'Book of Admissions.' I thought that ancient and proud family tree had completely withered away."

"Quite the opposite, Albus." Professor McGonagall shook her head, a hint of disbelief in her tone. "That family is entirely typical Muggles."

"His father, Altair Black, was a shrewd wine merchant who knew nothing of magic, even believing Hogwarts to be some kind of boarding school in Scotland for teaching sleight of hand. The problem likely stems from his mother."

"Oh, so the issue lies with his mother's family?" Dumbledore's eyes showed a flicker of curiosity.

"His mother, Clara Black, née Evans," Professor McGonagall took a deep breath here. "She is Lily's distant cousin."