“Oh my goodness! They are really rude!”

David’s aunt Susan, while welcoming the mother and son, expressed her discontent about their experience at the Ministry of Magic.

David showed little reaction to his aunt's indignation, just as he felt he had no say in the matter of dropping out of school.

Looking at the emptied shop, David guessed that his family probably didn’t want him to quit school but rather wanted him to start a business early.

So... what should he sell?

Mary, noticing that her son wasn’t paying attention to them, quietly asked Susan, “What about John and the others...?”

“This way.”

Susan cautiously avoided answering Mary’s question immediately and pulled her to the back while instructing David to keep an eye on the shop.

David shrugged, looking around in confusion; there was nothing in the shop that needed his attention.

Surely the only valuable thing here is a thirteen-year-old little wizard.

So that means he just needs to make sure he doesn’t get lost, right?

Watching Mary and Susan disappear around the wooden door, David turned around in boredom and finally stood by the window, looking out at the bustling street.

He was thinking, what if this place were turned into a magical creature shop?

Screechers, Moonstruck Beasts, Evil Hags, Cat-Lynxes, Fire Lizards, Invisibility Beasts, Fire Dragons...

A self-sustaining operation, and then John and the others wouldn’t have to worry about sales anymore.

This line of thought seemed like a death wish; in reality, it was completely illegal.

As he walked along, he had only seen shops selling owls and pets; there really weren’t any dangerous magical creature shops.

What he saw as an opportunity, he thought was a pitfall.

This alley seemed to have existed for quite some time; the absence of shops here doesn’t mean no one thought of running one; it’s likely that it’s not permitted.

David wasn't a genius; he couldn’t produce miraculous ideas.

If he were really to manage it...

“David, what are you thinking about?”

At some point, Mary and Susan had returned.

Susan smiled and ruffled her nephew's hair, asking, “Are you hungry?”

David actually didn’t like such affectionate gestures, but he could completely tolerate it from family.

“I was thinking, if I can’t go to school, what should I run here to make a living?”

“Oh, David...”

Hearing her nephew’s words, Susan felt pained and hugged him tightly, finally patting David’s shoulder to reassure him, “Don’t worry, we won’t let you end up on the streets.”

After saying that, she gestured to the empty shop and introduced, “John is going to open a pawnshop and also offer mortgages.”

“......”

David was somewhat shocked to hear this; it was indeed John’s style. How did he not think of this lucrative business?

“Let’s go.”

Mary picked up the luggage and gestured to David, “I’ll take you back to Grandpa’s house.”

“Is it the door key? Flu powder? A plane?”

David stood up, asking about the next mode of transportation with no expectation in his tone.

Susan understandingly wrapped her arm around her nephew's shoulder, apologetically saying, “Look at this journey; it’s really been a hassle. Your grandpa must be very worried.”

“No, not at all.”

Mary took him out, bidding farewell to Susan before heading toward the street across.

Compared to the narrowness of the bustling alley, this street was spacious and quiet.

An empty four-wheeled carriage stood in the middle of the street, looking antique and elegant, as if it had been taken from a museum.

The coachman, dressed in a black robe, stood beside the carriage and approached when he saw the mother and son.

“Madam, young master.”

“Barkley, thank you for your hard work.”

Mary nodded in acknowledgment and introduced David, “This is the steward of the estate, Mr. Barkley.”

“Hello, Mr. Barkley.”

David nodded to him while also sizing up the carriage; he couldn’t imagine how he would ride it onto the street.

“Please let me handle it.”

Barkley took the suitcase from Mary’s hand and secured it in the back of the carriage.

Mary then led David onto the carriage, which exuded an antique aura.

The interior of the carriage was unexpectedly spacious, completely different from how it appeared outside.

David was momentarily surprised but quickly realized that a Concealment Expansion Charm had been applied here.

After Barkley took his seat on the carriage, he gave a reminder and then raised the reins, shouting, “Ha!”

David felt his body lurch slightly, similar to the weightlessness when a plane takes off, and then he saw the view outside change to that of high altitude.

The bustling narrow alley they had just been in had disappeared into the city’s splendor, making it impossible to distinguish its exact location, and the people below could no longer see the vanishing carriage.

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In Norfolk County, north of Great Yarmouth.

It was less than 150 kilometers in a straight line from London; the speed of the carriage wasn’t very fast and could not compare to that of a passenger plane.

But this also gave David the chance to observe the scenery outside the carriage, and at least the seaside town looked beautiful.

Norfolk County is generally low-lying, with rivers and lakes scattered throughout, featuring a national park and many royal estates.

Listening to Mary’s introduction, David couldn’t see how livable and pleasant this place was, how peaceful the years were; he only felt envious of the lives of the rich and powerful.

Jealousy, envy, hatred, wanting to yell at someone.

Since he could remember, the family’s standard of living had fluctuated between before and after moving.

Each move meant a bankruptcy; even with a new home, they wouldn’t add too many expensive items.

And when the carriage leaped over the city and landed in front of a castle gate atop a high mountain, David was shocked.

The castle gate was much taller than the carriage; he had to look up to see the guardian beast.

The black iron gate opened, and the carriage moved forward, with the flowers, grass, and trees along the stone path creating another beautiful scene.

David looked at Mary in confusion and asked, “Is Grandpa living in a hotel?”

“What?”

Mary’s thoughts were somewhat chaotic, and her expression was tense; she didn’t immediately respond to her son’s sudden question.

David tilted his head, indicating the vibrant and majestic castle estate outside the carriage, asking again, “Isn’t this a hotel?”

“Oh no, no.”

Mary bit her lip, slightly raised her head, and said in a slightly trembling voice, “This is your home, David, Grandpa’s home.”

“My home?”

David’s mind was filled with question marks, as if he had heard some kind of tall tale.

In his impression, he was the son of the captain of the Golden Gallon poaching team, and being called "young master" by family and his father’s friends was merely teasing in light of his father’s long list of titles.

Is there really a young master who is far from home and always ready to run away?

David even suspected he had the wrong script!

“Grandpa Comes Down, the Refugee Boy Turns Out to Be a Noble Heir”?

The carriage stopped in front of the castle gate, and at his mother’s indication, David stepped down first.

Goodness! The hall of the castle was higher than the roof of his previous home!

But the servants here were quite short.

“Oh! My goodness! Young Master Roar has returned!”

A house-elf, barely three feet tall, suddenly bounced out from somewhere.

With eyes as big as light bulbs, he ran up to David and clasped his hands, exclaiming, “Young master has lost weight!”