Port of Marseille

"I understand, Adrian." After a moment Xiwen slowly nodded.

Then, a golden halo appeared in the Rosier family's hall, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xiwen's figure also disappeared along with him.

After Xiwen left, the hall returned to silence. The violin floating in the air continued to play melodious music, but the Christmas atmosphere had already dissipated somewhat.

The Rozier ladies seated around the table lost all interest in continuing the Christmas dinner. Xiwen's arrival made them realize that the Global Wizarding War was still ongoing and the entire Wizarding World was in deep turmoil.

The false peace and tranquility of Christmas is ultimately just an illusion created by Grindelwald and the Germany Muggle.

Vida had completely lost her appetite. She turned to her grandfather, Adrian, who was seated in the main seat, and asked, "Are you really going to give the Rosier family inheritance to that boy from England?"

Adrian calmly raised the stemmed Crystal glass beside him, took a sip of the fine Burgundy wine, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Don't worry too much, Vida. There aren't many families in the entire France that meet the conditions I've set," he said with Vida smile. "Besides, given the nature of us Pure-blood families, who would be willing to take the lead of a fourteen-year-old wizard?"

"Do you really think Xiwen can persuade three pure-blooded France Pure-blood families to join his new power?"

"But what if?" Vida persisted. "He's only fourteen and already possesses such strength. What about when he's fully grown up in three years? What if those opportunistic families see his potential and are willing to bet on him?"

"If he can truly gain the support of three or more Pure-blood families, then what's wrong with simply handing over the inheritance to him?" Adrian chuckled lightly and said frankly. "We needed Xiwen to inherit the Rosier family anyway. You should know that he's currently the only young male in our clan."

"The reason we're not giving him the inheritance right now is simply because Xiwen's plan is too risky, so we need to postpone it. If he can really subdue three Pure-blood, then he will prove that he has the ability to influence the world situation. In that case, what's wrong with letting our Rosier family become the core of a Pure-blood power?"

After saying this, Adrian gently set down his Crystal glass, looked intently at Vida's captivating face, and asked in a deep voice, "Vida, you don't really intend to hand over the entire Rosier family to Grindelwald, do you?"

Under Adrian's deep gaze, Vida expressionlessly tossed the silver knife in his hand onto the delicate porcelain plate in front of him, making a crisp sound.

She then silently stood up, looked at her grandfather, and a sickly smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

"I finally understand. Those families I was talking about, so fickle and opportunistic, probably include Rozier too." There was no smile in her eyes, but a forced, unnatural smile tugged at the corners of her lips, making her expression charming and beautiful. "You agree, don't you, my grandfather?"

The old man watched his granddaughter silently, his expression calm, showing no sign of changing his mind.

Vida scoffed at the sight, and with a "bang," Apparition left the Rosier family hall.

"Is it really okay to tell Vida your decision so directly?" Adrian's elderly wife, Ada Rozier, asked worriedly.

"I didn't want to hurt Vida's feelings, but she's invested too much emotion in Grindelwald." Seeing Vida leave without hesitation, the old man shook his head in disappointment and said helplessly, "I'm afraid in Vida's eyes, the entire family isn't worth a single finger of Grindelwald."

"Moreover, Grindelwald isn't the only great wizard standing at the pinnacle of the world. There's another great wizard Dumbledore, behind him is the International Confederation of Wizards and the Statute of Secrecy, all ordinary wizards, and all Muggle-born wizard. Grindelwald might not necessarily be able to win! So we can't let Vida put all his chips on Grindelwald. Xiwen's arrival just gives us another opportunity to place our bet."

"Everything I did was for the family!"

Adrian looked at his aged face reflected in the Crystal glass and sighed softly.

Meanwhile, in Marseille, a city in southern France.

A light mist hung over the Mediterranean Sea, making the barges that were shuttling back and forth in the distance appear very blurry, with only faint black shadows sliding in the light of the lighthouse.

The bustling harbor was filled with masts and ships, their prows one after another, the water churning with waves.

Even though it was already night, on Christmas Eve, many people were still rushing home by cruise ship, hoping to make it to the final Christmas dinner.

Xiwen leaned against a lamppost, sitting by the water in Port of Marseille port, gazing intently at the almost invisible horizon in the night.

Amidst the comings and goings of people, the young wizard's strange Hogwarts robes and his solitary, quiet figure stood out from the crowd, drawing curious glances from passersby.

"Little boy, why did you run away from home on Christmas Eve?" An elderly woman dressed in thin clothes approached Xiwen and smiled kindly. "Go home quickly, don't worry your family."

Upon hearing this caring greeting, Xiwen's eyes flickered.

In fact, he's using Time-Turner to go back in time. A quick calculation shows he should have already finished his Christmas dinner with Sandrine by now.

Thinking of this, Xiwen turned his gaze to the kind and amiable old lady.

"I didn't run away from home, I was just waiting for someone," he said with a smile.

"Ahem, did your father also go to the front lines?" She coughed weakly twice, then smiled kindly again and said to Xiwen, "My son went to the front lines to fight in this damned war started by those Germany. He told me before he left that he would definitely be back before Christmas."

"I've already prepared the Christmas dinner, and now I'm just waiting for him to come back."

Xiwen paused for a moment, then looked at the old woman with a hint of pity.

He knew that this global war wouldn't end anytime soon, and her son probably wouldn't be able to keep his promise.

"No, I'm not waiting for my father," Xiwen said with a forced smile. "It's too cold outside. You can go home and wait for your son! I'm sure he wouldn't want to see you freezing, would he?"

The old woman shook her head, saying gently but firmly, "I want to see him the moment he returns to Marseille."

Looking at the resolute old woman, Xiwen remained silent, unsure of what to say.

Just then, a luxury cruise ship docked at the harbor. A brown-skinned man stepped off the ship, looked around at the faces, and easily spotted the unique Hogwarts attire on Xiwen.

So he went straight to Xiwen and the old lady.

"Xiwen Rozier?" he asked, looking at the young wizard wearing the Slytherin green scarf.

"I think this is our second meeting, Mr. Kama," Xiwen nodded.

He then looked at the old woman and said goodbye to her, "Grandma, the person I'm waiting for has arrived, so I won't stay here with you any longer."

"It seems this person is indeed not your father." The old woman glanced at the man's skin color and nodded firmly. "Then hurry up and go, don't let this old woman freeze outside with me."

Goodbye, Grandma.

As he was leaving, Xiwen quietly waved the magic wand hidden in his sleeve at the old woman.