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It was a physical and mental pain that felt like death. -- The two witches try to physically drag me into the house, but I shrug them off, sending a bolt of lightning through them that knocks them on their asses. “I can walk, thank you.” Taking a deep breath, I walk into the mansion that my great-grandfather built. It is an illusion to fool the humans. Beneath it lies the real home to the Crystal Rose coven. The only people living in the house are my father and mother. When I was a child, they’d occasionally let me out of the darkness – mostly when they needed me to help them keep up the illusion that we are a normal family.

I glanced at the mirror, checking my looks and scrutinizing every detail to see if my make-up was smeared. "I think so," I whispered, contented with my appearance. "Let's go. Everyone is in the hall already." Nicholas offered his hand, which I quickly accepted, and we both exited the building. Ancestral Hall is only a few kilometers away from where we live, located in the southern part of the packhouse. And, even if it was soundproofed, the sound still echoes outside. My palm became cold, and my heart began to pound as we set foot in the entryway.

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced

Theatrically, the drive to the house curved through flanking trees, several of which were missing, spoiling its original symmetry, although those which remained were so heavily in leaf that they still obscured all her attempts to glimpse the house until she had driven past the final curve in the drive. She caught her breath. Used as she was to beautiful properties - after all, Henry’s ancestral home was renowned for its elegant grace - this one, despite the shabbiness of its fading elegance, was something very special and she could see instantly why J.J. had fallen so immediately and completely in love with it.

He turned back to Scarlett with a wistful grin before turning away again. His ginger brows furrowed in determination. He wanted no harm to come down on his niece. Josh would gladly give up his life to keep her safe from—them. 'They're coming for her. I swear—I'm going to protect her. I promise, sister.' ________________________________________________ It didn't look so much as big at the front premise, but it seemed grand enough to be a high school. Pastonville High. The place had an old medieval vintage look to it, almost like Hogwarts in Harry Porter—minus the fantasia. Pessimistic to say the least.

“And when I told my parents about monsters; literally everything, guess what? My parents were not at all surprised to hear this and asked me to take shelter in one of the mansions belonging to my extended family. “And this part definitely made me curious, so apart from the history of the ancient poison that Schneider was trying to revive, I also found out about my family's history. And as it turns out, my extended family's business isn't just a book publishing business, but my great-great ancestor was also magic materials and magic potions." ***

The family master of the third-rated aristocratic family smiled embarrassingly. “I can’t wait any longer. Why are the members of the Woods family so slow? Shall we go forward and take a look? Could something have happened?” Harry from the Pavilion of Gods and Kings started to worry. After all, he knew that forces like the Hall of Divine Royal and Skies Pavilion were not people to be offended, especially his junior brother. Although he ran away after Fane defeated him, he would not give up so easily.

As such, he decided to run away. The Ward family came from the northeast, and there was still an ancestral home there. By some divine guidance, he managed to find their old house when he arrived in a small village in the mountains. The Ward family had been spending money to hire someone to manage this house, so it was decently clean. It was just disused and thus smelled musty. The longer he looked at this house, in which his ancestor had once lived, the calmer he got. But then, he looked up and saw a painting in the middle of the living room.

He was getting desperate because dad wasn't responding the way he wanted. “So was my mother. How did that end for her?” “Robert?” He looked at dad with teary eyes, but dad simply shook his head, his expression unyielding. “The mansion was meant to be her home, Harry. It has been the shelter of my family for generations, and now it’s hers, too. Katherine has as much right to it as me,” Dad said, and I turned to glare at Harry, hiding the smirk trying to make its way on my face.

Not taking much time, the Baron stopped in front of a student and pointed at her. "Name and question." Hands were put down and the girl spoke. "Good evening, Lord Ravenclaw, I'm Tracey Davies, second year. How did you become the owner and Lord of Hogwarts?" "Very good question, Ms Davies. How can I own Hogwarts if I'm only Lord Ravenclaw? Let's separate it into four parts, shall we? One for each founder. First we have Ravenclaw. Susan and Susan were Rowena's only heirs. I married Susan , the eldest of the twins and became Lord Ravenclaw with the blessing of Rowena, and after Susan's untimely demise, Susan inherited her part of the castle. Second, we have Hufflepuff. Contrary to the claim of