Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

Morty appeared in front of Puni's desk, carrying a struggling, snow-white owl.

"It's a guest, why aren't you letting it go?"

"Owl coo!"

The owl seemed very angry, flew away from Murthy's hand, and perched on the table.

“I’m sorry, my castle has ten restrictions, and it’s too troublesome to break them, so I had no choice but to have Morty bring you here like this.”

Puni smiled at the owl, then looked at Morty.

The latter snapped his fingers, and a piece of raw meat fell in front of the owl.

"This is top-grade meat, as an apology. Do you have my letter on you? I am Lestrange."

"Goo!"

The owl snatched the meat into its mouth and chuckled happily.

It pushed the letter in its paws toward Puni.

Puni picked up the letter; it felt very heavy.

The envelope was slightly yellowed, but it was made of high-quality parchment.

The address of Puni Manor Castle was written on the front in bright dark green ink.

The envelope was sealed with a three-dimensional wax seal.

The deep red wax is round and full, with the Hogwarts school emblem embossed in the center.

A shield is formed by a majestic lion, a soaring eagle, a sturdy badger, and a cunning snake, all surrounding the letter "H".

Above and below the coat of arms, two delicate ribbons are embroidered with "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" and "Sleepless Dragon, Do Not Disturb" respectively.

"A letter from the magic academy, I've been waiting for it for a long time."

Puni smiled and nodded to the owl: "Morty, please bring some more nuts for the guest."

"As ordered."

Puni sat down again and began to read the letter.

Chapter 2 You're not young anymore; it's time to inherit the position of patriarch of the Lestrange family.

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Wizarding Societies, Chief Wizard of Wizengamot, recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class)

Dear Mr. Lestrange:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Enclosed is a list of the books and items required.

The new semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. Our school will be waiting for your owl messages until July 31st.

sincerely yours,

Sincerely, Vice Principal (female), Minerva McGonagall

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"Huh? So magic schools require a reply when recruiting students?"

Puni suddenly remembered that Harry had caused quite a bit of trouble before enrolling in school because of replying to the letter.

In the end, Hagrid replied to the letter on his behalf.

He slowly finished writing the letter.

Puni told Metty to throw the letter and the hawk out of the castle.

I sat in the chair and thought for a while.

He picked up another piece of paper and began to write a letter.

“Dear Uncle, the owl from the magic school has arrived. I need to go to Diagon Alley to buy some school supplies. I hope you can come with me.”

After finishing writing, Puni glanced at his letter and nodded in satisfaction.

After all, I have to write letters every day.

And she grew up among pure-blooded nobles.

His cursive handwriting is actually quite good.

"Go to number 12 Grimmauld Place."

Puni went to the fireplace and threw the letter and Floo Powder into it.

A flash of fire.

The letter vanished without a trace.

"After all, I'm still a kid. If I want to go to Diagon Alley properly, I'll definitely need an elder to accompany me."

They were enjoying the afternoon tea that Morti had brought.

A fire was lit in his fireplace.

A figure stepped out.

"Little one, long time no see, how have you been lately?"

Regulus's hair was meticulously styled, and his wizard's robes accentuated his tall and straight figure.

He gracefully walked a few steps to Puni.

"Uncle, I'm living a very good life."

Puni stood up, walked around the desk, and smiled as he pushed the afternoon tea toward Regulus.

“Morty has arranged everything for me.”

"That's good."

Regulus nodded. "You're going to Hogwarts? Time flies, you're already eleven."

Puni chuckled softly: "Uncle, in my memory you are not a sentimental person."

Regulus picked up a grape and slowly put it in his mouth: "Your cousin is at the age where he's causing trouble, and I really can't stand it."

"Haha~ Uncle, you didn't come here so quickly just to avoid my cousin, did you?"

Puni glanced at his watch. "I just delivered the letter twenty minutes ago, didn't I?"

"Anyway, let me have some peace and quiet. I think Cassandra will take good care of him." Regulus shrugged.

Then he looked at Puni: "I know what happened. I'll take you to Diagon Alley, but before that, there's something else I need to tell you."

Puni raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Uncle, what is it?"

“You’re not young anymore; it’s time for you to inherit the position of patriarch of Lestrange.”

"Who? The chieftain? Me?" Puni blinked. "Is this necessary?"

Lestrange.

A desolate place where he was the only one left outside, a bloodline that possessed freedom in every sense of the word.

Does a family like this even need a patriarch?

"Of course it's necessary. No matter what, pure-blood families must have bloodline inheritance."

“Now that you are here, Lestrange naturally needs a patriarch. I have already spoken to your uncle about this, and he agrees with my plan to hold a patriarch inauguration ceremony for you.”

"Although you are now the de facto head of House Lestrange, you are not just in name. Everyone needs to know this..."

Listening to Regulus's nagging, Puni rubbed his forehead.

It seemed that they could see through Puni's troubles.

Regulus laughed, "What, you little prophet? You can even foresee the Horcrux in your mother's hand, but you don't know that you are also going to become the patriarch of a pure-blood family?"

Puni smirked: "Heh, prophecy never favors the prophet himself."

In fact, he was a transmigrator who was aware from birth that he was in a magical world.

Puni had made many preparations since he was a child.

For example, he tried to influence his mother to betray Voldemort.

Of course, this attempt failed as expected.

But this uncle can still be saved.

He didn't want the Lestrange family fortune to be swallowed up by other pure-blood families.

After all, who wouldn't love so many Galleons?

To this end, he even created the identity of a prophet for himself.

There was nothing we could do; he was too young back then.

Of course, he's not very old now either.

But without a sufficiently convincing identity, how could Regulus's original destiny be altered?

"Really? But Cassandra seems to have said something similar."

"Are you referring to Cassandra, or Cassandra's aunt?"

"Hahahaha, of course it's the real prophet. Your aunt is from the Selwyn family, how could she have the talent for prophecy?"

Regulus laughed, "Puni, I don't know why, but I always enjoy being with you. Unlike my son, who's so naughty. I wish you were my son."

Puni shrugged: "Then your sister will be childless?"

Regulus paused, then coughed twice: "Let's go to Diagon Alley to buy some things today. In a couple of days, I'll contact your uncle to arrange your inauguration ceremony as patriarch."

"Oh, thank goodness, at least I'm not being dragged to some ceremony today. By the way, will anyone even come to this ceremony?" Puni glanced at him sideways.

Regulus clapped his hands: "You're the only one from the Lestrange family, but three from the Black family will come, as well as your aunt's husband's family. They have a lot of people. As for the other pure-blood families, let them come or not. But I think they would be happy to see you become a patriarch so that they can keep the Black family in check."