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Chapter 4: 4: Probably a Letter from a Magic School

Nolan ignored the owl and glanced at the letter.

The envelope was written in dark green ink:

Randall Gorge, Sistine Manor, Third Floor, First Coffin, Mr. Nolan Von Draugr.

"Well, that's strange. How do wizards know the name of the manor?" Nolan muttered irritably, feeling that his family's privacy had been invaded. Just as he was about to tear open the envelope, he paused. There was a crest on the seal, a magnificent "H," surrounded by lions, snakes, honey badgers, and eagles.

"Hogwarts?"

As someone familiar with the magical world, Nolan instantly recognized the crest. It belonged to the largest wizarding school in the UK, Hogwarts, where almost every wizard in the country attended.

"How enthusiastic. Their clever minds and insatiable collection habits are finally dissatisfied with recruiting werewolves and goblins. Now they're setting their sights on us, the bloodlines…"

He pulled out the contents of the envelope, revealing high-quality parchment with dark green magical ink. It read:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore

"Oh, of course, Albus Dumbledore, you old fool, the greatest of this century."

Dear Mr. Nolan Von Draugr,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed herewith you will find a list of required books and supplies. The term begins on September 1st. We eagerly await your owl by July 31st to receive your reply.

There was also a smaller note at the bottom:

If Mr. Von Draugr has any questions regarding his acceptance, please consult the great Lady Felicia. We sincerely hope she will persuade you to attend Hogwarts.

Also, please convey my regards to Lady Felicia.

Yours faithfully,

Albus Dumbledore

The next page contained a list of books and supplies:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:

Uniforms First-year students require:

- Three sets of plain, dark-colored robes.

- A plain, everyday pointed hat.

- A pair of dragon hide gloves.

- A winter cloak.

Note: All students must have their names labeled on their clothing.

Books:

All students are required to have the following books:

- Standard Spellbook by Miranda Tonshaco

- History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

- Magical Principles by Adapoth Wofulin

- Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emerick Twei

- One Thousand Magical Plants and Fungi by Felida Supor

- Potioning Magic by Ascenis Giger

- Magical Creatures' Tracks by Newt Scamander

- Dark Magic—Self-Protection Guide by Quentin Chamber

Other Supplies:

A wand, a cauldron, a set of glass or crystal bottles, a pair of binoculars, a brass scale, and students may bring an owl, a cat, or a toad.

Nolan stared at the parchment, as though it held a portrait of his father's killer, silent for a long while.

After a long pause, he finally sneered and muttered, shaking with laughter, "Dumbledore actually expects a vampire to buy Magical Creatures' Tracks? A dark magical creature buying Dark Magic—Self-Protection Guide? Hey, Sheila, can you think of anything funnier than this in the entire century?"

The little white snake hissed, tapping the last line with its tail, seemingly annoyed that it wasn't mentioned as a permissible pet.

Nolan gently rubbed its tongue with his fingertip and murmured, "Don't worry, I'll take you with me no matter what. Dumbledore seems to be convinced I'll become one of his ridiculous wizards, walking around in ugly robes and a silly pointed hat every day. He must have some reason for thinking that…"

"Reason?"

Felicia, groggy from being woken up by her brother, climbed out of her coffin, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She let out a loud yawn before throwing herself onto Nolan, mumbling drowsily, "Don't worry about reasons. Sister is still so tired. Oh, look! I just noticed something! It's a coffin that can fit two vampires. But, well, a tall vampire would fill it up on their own, right? But look, look! This coffin can perfectly fit me, the slim Felicia, and my cute little brother. Isn't that fascinating?"

Nolan coldly pushed Felicia away as she kissed him on the lips, causing her to pout and plop down onto the floor with a soft "hmpf." He sighed, "If you can solve my problem, I might not mind sleeping with you for a month, Felicia."

"Really?" Felicia squealed in joy, jumping around the room like a child, despite being five hundred years old.

"Ah, the situation is actually quite simple."

Finally, the Grand Duchess Felicia, who had led the vampire race in England for over three centuries, spoke up.

When Voldemort rose to power, he tried to recruit vampires.

However, Albus Dumbledore, the white wizard and Voldemort's enemy, tried to persuade vampires not to serve the Dark Lord.

At the time, the shrewd businesswoman, Felicia, proposed a condition: if the Von Draugr family sided with the white wizards, they should be compensated.

Her demand was for magic, the kind wizards possessed.

Typically, vampires' greatest strength was their physical prowess. Though they greatly admired the dazzling magic of wizards, most vampires lacked the talent to be wizards. Even if a vampire occasionally had the potential to become one, the Von Draugr family couldn't provide the proper education.

So, Felicia and Dumbledore struck a deal: The Von Draugr family would not join Voldemort's side, and when a vampire with wizarding talent was born into the family, Hogwarts would actively invite them to enroll and help them become a competent wizard.

It was a deal that ensured success—after all, no matter how powerful he was, Voldemort couldn't touch the true Dark Lord. The Von Draugr family's role was just to stay out of the dogfight between the wizarding world factions. And in fact, a year after the agreement was signed, Voldemort made the foolish mistake of using the Killing Curse on a baby, ultimately causing his own downfall.

By the way, Voldemort's self-destruction had been a running joke at the Von Draugr family's gatherings for the past decade.

Nolan looked into Felicia's jet-black eyes. "So, in other words, me attending Hogwarts to study is your wish, Felicia?"

Felicia's expression turned serious, and for once, she spoke in a grave tone. "This is for the eternal continuation of our race, my dear Nolan. The world is heading into an age of decline. Muggles are growing stronger, and I can already see the coming collapse of the wizarding world. Before that happens, we must make a change. We have already overcome the weakness of sunlight, but silver can still kill us. We are not eternal, Nolan."

Nolan held Felicia's hand, feeling that these were words from her heart, words that she would rarely speak in her lifetime.


Chapter 5: 5: The Idol of the Wizarding World

That afternoon, Noren penned a response to Dumbledore.

"I was quite surprised to receive a letter from Hogwarts. Perhaps I will become the first vampire in ten centuries to go shopping for a pointed hat in Diagon Alley, destined to be the laughing stock of all vampire clans...

Alright, I agree to enroll and will purchase the necessary supplies before September 1st. However, I hope Hogwarts will make adequate preparations for my admission as well. Specifically, I'd prefer my vampiric identity not to become public knowledge—it would be rather unpleasant to be constantly guarded against by the young wizards.

Yours sincerely,

Nolan Von Draugr."

"P.S. I personally promise not to feed on the young wizards' blood. However, I kindly request the school to arrange for fresh blood tomato juice and blood-filled pastries. If you can't find a supplier, you might have some luck in Knockturn Alley."

After sending off the letter via owl, Nolan was promptly dragged into a coffin by the excited Felicia..

As Nancy had aptly remarked, vampires truly had a distorted sense of time. Once inside a coffin, they would lose all awareness of the outside world, completely immersed in the bliss of their near-death slumber.

Meanwhile, Lady Constantine spent the next two weeks in a state of terror within the mansion. She constantly feared that she'd end up as minced meat under the whim of the erratic vampire duchess. However, maid Theresa repeatedly assured her that Felicia had merely lost track of time while sleeping in her coffin.

August 17th, London, The Leaky Cauldron…

On this particular day, the dingy old pub hosted a most prestigious guest—Libera Rousseau.

At just eighteen years old, this freshly graduated Hogwarts alumna was nothing short of a sensation. In some circles, her fame even surpassed that of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic known more for politicking than leadership.

Libera, with her fiery red hair and exuberant personality, had taken the magical world by storm. At the tender age of fifteen, she was invited to perform at the Quidditch World Cup, captivating audiences with her enchanting voice. Her subsequent success as a singer garnered invitations to numerous high-profile events, allowing her to mingle with the magical elite.

A year after graduation, she secured a coveted position at the Department of Magical Publicity, solidifying her status as a public icon. Libera's portrait even graced the collector's cards inside Chocolate Frogs, earning her a spot among the "Famous Wizards and Witches" lineup.

So, when such a celebrated figure appeared in the shabby confines of the Leaky Cauldron, steadily ordering one Butterbeer after another, it naturally raised eyebrows. She seemed to be waiting for someone—someone who, it appeared, was running six hours late. But who could possibly keep a person of her stature waiting?

At two in the afternoon, a small figure entered the pub. He wore silver-embroidered boots, an out-of-season black cloak, and carried a cane. His jet-black hair and delicate features immediately drew the attention of the room.

The patrons watched as the boy strode purposefully toward Libera Rousseau, their curiosity piqued.

"A child asking for an autograph?" they mused, smiling knowingly. After all, who hadn't idolized a famous witch or wizard in their youth?

But their assumptions shattered when Libera stood up abruptly, dropping to one knee like a humble servant before the young boy, her expression full of reverence and submission.

Who in Merlin's name is he?!

Not even the son of Cornelius Fudge could command such respect from Libera Rousseau!

Perhaps Albus Dumbledore could—he certainly had the status—but Dumbledore was known for his kindness and humility, never one to demand reverence.

The mysterious boy was, of course, Nolan.

He frowned slightly and whispered to Libera, "Stand up quickly, can't you see this is attracting too much attention? I don't want to become some celebrity in the wizarding world before I even step into it, known as the one who makes their idol kneel down."

Libera Rousseau scrambled to her feet, chuckling awkwardly as she cleaned her robes with her wand. Then, eagerly hovering around Nolan, she began peppering him with questions: "Your Highness, Nolan, Your Highness! Did Lady Felicia send for me again? Is there something she needs me to do? I'll do anything to prove my loyalty! Should we go get rid of Fudge right now?"

"Don't be silly," Nolan flicked her forehead with a sharp snap. "If Felicia really couldn't stand Fudge, someone else would have taken care of it long ago. It wouldn't fall to you. Relax—I'll convince my sister to grant you the Embrace before you turn twenty-two. That's the age when a woman is at her most beautiful. Compared to your youthful self now, the twenty-two-year-old you will be truly worthy of being preserved for eternity."

The fiery-haired woman was moved to tears. "Oh, Your Highness, Nolan, you're as generous as ever..."

Her warm hands clasped over Nolan's cold ones, pressing them to her face, and he couldn't pull away. Slightly furrowing his brows, he added, "I asked you here today to act as my guide. I'm not familiar with Diagon Alley and can't find the shops."

Libera happily accepted the absurdly simple task, darting about Nolan like an excited bird.

The pair passed through the secret door behind the Leaky Cauldron, stepping into the bustling lanes of Diagon Alley. The moment Libera appeared, every head turned toward her. Young wizards squealed and cheered, while the adults greeted her with warm waves and smiles.

Nolan noticed that everyone seemed to recognize Libera—and not only that, they genuinely seemed to like her.

"Good afternoon, Miss Rousseau." A plump witch nearby handed Nolan a piece of candy, engaging Libera in cheerful small talk. Then, looking at Nolan, she asked warmly, "Is this child a new Hogwarts student?"

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Melass. Oh, I mean—yes." Libera smiled sweetly. "This is Nolan, such a darling boy. He might even become my kin, sharing the same bloodline as me. Isn't that wonderful?"

The plump witch tousled Nolan's dark hair affectionately and chuckled. "What a lovely child! He looks like a little angel when he smiles. I bet he'll end up in Hufflepuff. Our house always welcomes kind-hearted children like him."

Libera secretly pulled a face, clearly unimpressed by Hufflepuff. "No, I think he should be in Slytherin. His sister wants him to learn the family's sense of honor there."

"Oh... that's unfortunate," said the witch, a hint of sympathy in her tone. She then changed the subject. "By the way, is young Mr. Potter starting school this year?"

"I don't believe so. Harry Potter will likely enroll next year," Libera replied.


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