The Crabbe family was a pure-blood clan, but its main branch was in the Netherlands, so it was not counted among the United Kingdom's twenty-eight clans.
Although it was not one of the twenty-eight clans, members of the Crabbe family still did quite well in the United Kingdom's circle of pure-blood wizarding families. This was probably thanks to the close relationship between Kebbins Crabbe and the current head of the Malfoy family, Lucius Malfoy.
Kebbins Crabbe had a son, Vincent Crabbe, who had enrolled that year at Hogwarts, one of Europe's three great schools of magic. Almost all members of the Crabbe family had previously attended Durmstrang, but presumably to curry favor with the Malfoy family's direct heir, Vincent had enrolled at Hogwarts and become young Master Malfoy's lackey.
Still, the boy was rather dim-witted. Had he gone to Durmstrang, with its rough school culture, he would almost certainly have been bullied.
On his first day home for the summer holidays, Vincent Crabbe was summoned by his parents to the study in their small manor.
"Well, my boy, have you heard anything?" Kebbins Vincent looked at his son with a beaming smile. Father and son bore some resemblance around the eyes and brows, but compared with the burly Kebbins, Vincent was rather flabby.
"Y-yes, Father." Vincent was very stiff in front of Kebbins. "I heard some rumors about the Philosopher's Stone. But, but Dumbledore... Dumbledore seems to have destroyed it already."
"What?" Kebbins's smiling expression immediately changed at those words. "Are you sure?"
"I... I don't know either. That's what everyone at school was saying," Vincent stammered, startled.
"Don't frighten the boy." Mrs. Crabbe patted her husband, pulled Vincent over to her side, and gently soothed him. Once beside his mother, Vincent did indeed relax a little.
Kebbins also realized