Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 256 Make Slytherin Great Again

If Rice could read Mr. Henry's mind, he would surely burst out laughing.

Fate? Or a cursed fate! It's really bizarre how I always end up dealing with your "Green Field" family.

Fortunately, Daphne and Astoria are still young, and I can teach them well, guide them onto the right path, and eventually help them grow into wizards like myself.

Henry, unaware of Rice's inner thoughts, noticed another detail: Rice Lint—switching a few letters in that name, it's just "Slytherin," isn't it?! And his middle name is "Zhasara"!

A sudden realization dawned on Henry, and he was now completely convinced that the person before him was indeed the great and legendary wizard, and only a wizard of this caliber could cure his daughter's illness!

Henry Greengrass was thrilled, goosebumps rising on his arms: this was the legendary wizard who had been famous throughout the seven seas for thousands of years and who had founded Hogwarts with three others, and now he was sitting just a few feet away from him.

He is living history!

More importantly, judging from his behavior, Slytherin absolutely treated his two daughters as apprentices. In other words, the Greengrass family, after a thousand years, has gained two more "Adrians"—if Rice knew that Henry thought this way, he would definitely flip the table.

Adrian's ancestor's masterful use of magic brought the Greengrass family forty years of prosperity. If one person could achieve this, imagine if two wizards of this caliber appeared at once—the future of the Greengrass family would be beyond Henry's wildest imagination.

Seeing the change in Mr. Henry's expression, Rice knew that he had come to believe in his identity.

Perhaps saying "No wonder he's a descendant of Adrian, he looks just like him" would make him very happy, but looking at that face that bore no resemblance to Adrian, Rice felt he couldn't bring himself to say it.

However, the color of this hair is the same as it was a thousand years ago.

"A thousand years have passed, and your family still has silver hair. That's quite surprising." Rice's words eased the atmosphere in the room, and Mr. Henry couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, like the Weasleys, the Greengrass family also has its own unique hair color. However, even within the Greengrass family, Daphne and Astoria are exceptions." Mr. Henry was now constantly praising his two daughters, all in an effort to increase their standing in Rice's eyes.

Upon hearing that Daphne and Astoria had been mentioned, Rice also took the opportunity to give Mr. Henry some instructions.

"Don't reveal my identity to them yet, and don't talk about me to outsiders," Rice blinked. "Let me enjoy some free time first."

Given Mr. Henry's current prestige, if he were to publicize Rice's identity, Rice would have no peace and quiet.

"Yes, sir." Mr. Henry's expression turned serious, indicating that he would never reveal Rice's true identity to the outside world. In fact, only if he alone knew Rice's true identity could the Greengrass family gain more benefits—Rice was like a gold mine, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Mr. Henry wished he could keep this secret forever.

However, there is one thing he needs to figure out.

"Lord Slytherin, is there a specific purpose behind your return? The Greengrass family is willing to pay any price for it!"

Rice: ...

Well, he didn't really have any particularly grand goals.

"Teach two apprentices to pass on those lost magic techniques, and then correct the current bad atmosphere at Slytherin School."

Henry pondered these words: It seemed Lord Slytherin was quite dissatisfied with the practices of those pure-blood families? He decided to subtly inquire with his daughters about it. This was undoubtedly a great boon to the Greengrass family! It sounded like Slytherin was going to teach his daughters all his most treasured magic.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Henry left Rice's bedroom.

As for whether Daphne and Astoria could go to Egypt with him, he certainly had no objection. There was no need to worry about their safety at all; the place around him was the safest in the world.

Now all he needs to do is quickly arrange plane tickets for the three of them, which isn't too difficult for him.

Seeing their father come out of Rice's room, Daphne and her sister quickly ran to his side, looking at him with expectant eyes: Dad, you will definitely say yes, right?

"Alright, go back and pack your bags." Mr. Henry said with a gentle smile, indicating his agreement.

"Yay!!!" The two little girls couldn't help but cheer.

Mr. Henry acted quickly and arranged the plane tickets that same day. The next morning, after quickly packing her luggage, Rice and the Daphne sisters, accompanied by Mr. Henry, headed to the airport.

"It's even more bustling than King's Cross Station." After entering the airport, Daphne looked around like a country bumpkin—she had never been to an airport before, let alone flown on a plane.

Rice looked around, then his gaze was drawn to a huge, glowing billboard.

Based on the text above, he could roughly guess that it contained information about various flights.

This gave him a sense of awe: from the text on the sign, he saw the names of familiar cities, as well as many others he didn't recognize, which meant that he could reach any corner of the world from here—and the journey would only take a few hours or even a dozen hours.

"Many times I've wondered, who exactly are the Muggles?" Thinking of the magical world's transportation system, which had stagnated for over a century, Rice felt a pang of heaviness in his heart.

Fortunately, there are still things like Portkeys, Apparition, and Floo Net to save face for the wizards...

However, Rice soon encountered a problem: what should they do next?

The three of them turned to look at Mr. Henry, who then turned his gaze to the driver who had brought them there. He was a distant relative of the Greengrass family, a Squib, and had been managing the family's vineyards in the non-magical world for him.

The driver explained the boarding procedures to the four "naive" wizards in the simplest and clearest terms possible, leaving them completely bewildered.

New knowledge flooded his brain like a tidal wave, even making Rice a little unsettled. But he quickly figured it out: they needed to check in and get their tickets—theoretically, they also needed to check their luggage, but since they didn't have any large bags, this step could be skipped.

After figuring out the process, which was more complicated than most spells, Rice decisively went to the counter to check in.

"Oh, right, remember to use some 'tricks' when you get to the counter. Time is tight, and your ID cards... uh, there's a problem." As the driver handed out several booklets to Rice and his companions, he suddenly remembered something and gave them a somewhat embarrassed reminder.

Rice: ?

He quickly understood why the driver had said that.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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