David followed his uncle into the lounge and turned to look at the painting on the wall that was still cursing, asking, “Who is that?”

“Hector Fawley,” Ulysses explained with a smile, “Charles' father's grandfather, Minister of Magic from 1925 to 1939.”

“Really? Minister of Magic?!”

David turned to his uncle, who was following behind, and asked, “Your ancestor was also a Minister of Magic?”

His tone was particularly surprised, almost mocking, given that he was more familiar with the infamous reputation of the Gringotts poaching team.

“That’s not surprising, David,” Charles said, slamming the door shut as if to keep his ancestor outside.

He turned back, fixing his somewhat disheveled hair, and smiled at David, reminding him, “You also have an ancestor who was a Minister of Magic.”

“What?!”

David was in shock, turning to look at his father, wondering how the boomerang had come back to hit him.

John was examining the portrait on the wall, where an elderly woman was gazing at him with a loving look.

“Damocles Rowle.”

Suddenly, the figure of Charles' ancestor appeared in the portrait, chiding the group for their complacency and lack of ambition, bringing shame to the family while explaining Rowle’s shock.

“He served as Minister of Magic from 1718 to 1726; he was anti-Muggle, and he was also the first to use Azkaban as a prison...”

“Enough! You should rest!”

Charles interrupted his ancestor’s speech with a frown, simultaneously indicating the portrait of the angry elderly woman and reminding, “You are a guest here; show some manners.”

“Save it for when you get home! Kid!”

Hector Fawley seemed quite angry, and after throwing a harsh remark at Charles, he disappeared from the portrait.

David had not yet recovered from the “glory” of his ancestor when his father and the others began to chat.

“No, not yet,” John shook his head. “Even if Fudge is incompetent and greedy, he won’t allow us to act openly.”

“But the warrant has been lifted, hasn’t it?”

Charles, sitting to John’s left, frowned slightly and said, “At least in the UK, we are safe.”

“No, it’s not like that,” Ulysses, sitting across from him, crossed his right leg and reminded, “The warrant hasn’t been lifted; it’s just a stay of prosecution.”

He held his glass and shook his head slightly, saying, “I can see that he is very greedy, coveting everything in sight.”

“The Ministry of Magic has always been like this.”

Charles leaned back angrily on the sofa, complaining, “Despicable, shameless.”

“No, it’s not that the Ministry has fallen,” John raised his eyebrows, looking down at the family signet ring on his finger, and said, “It’s the position of Minister of Magic that’s cursed.”

“You really have a way of excusing him,” Charles said with a laugh, shrugging his shoulders, “But then again, Fudge was merely incompetent in the past.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

Ulysses suddenly said, “Otherwise, do you think we’d ever get to go home?”

“Come on, it’s not his doing!”

Charles waved at David, gesturing toward the liquor cabinet. “Could you pour me a drink too, David?”

“Aunt will kill you~”

David teased him but still went to the liquor cabinet to pour him a drink.

Charles, with a stiff neck, complained, “It’s all that damned doctor’s fault. Who says you have to give up drinking when you have kids?!”

He only dared to complain about the doctor and didn’t even mention Susan’s name.

He then turned to Ulysses and said, “It’s not Fudge who helped us get back to England; it’s James!”

Taking the glass of wine David handed him, he took a sip and nodded, saying, “Thanks to James; it’s his Galleons that made it possible.”

Perhaps influenced by his ancestor, Charles could be quite talkative in front of family, even a bit verbose.

“If you really appreciate me, you should stay healthy and have a child with Susan.”

Suddenly, James' voice came from the doorway, and everyone in the room stood up to greet him beside the sofa.

David automatically stood next to his uncle; he was also a member of the family.

“How long has it been since I’ve seen a scene like this?”

James walked into the lounge, holding a narrow-brimmed top hat, glancing over the group, and asked, “Are you having an internal meeting of the poaching team? Should I leave?”

After looking the group over again, he waved his hand, indicating, “Please, sit down, stars of the dark magic world.”

“Cough~ cough~ cough~”

Ulysses laughed heartily, and when David looked at him, he raised his eyebrows and made a funny face.

“Sorry, Dad,”

Charles didn’t touch the glass on the coffee table again but sat up straight and introduced James, who had taken a seat, saying, “We were talking about the arrest warrant.”

“Hmm, regained freedom, good news,”

James looked at his children, slowly nodding, “The goblins in Gringotts are not happy about this at all; they secretly say I’m a spendthrift and that there’s only a little gold left in the vault.”

“Ha~ they will never understand human thinking, which is why they are suppressed and tamed.”

He looked at his eldest son, who was looking down and silent, saying, “Family comes first; Galleons won’t produce little Galleons, but descendants will multiply.”

“As long as the lineage continues, there will always be a day of family revival.”

“David,”

James suddenly turned to his grandson and said somewhat pityingly, “Our family is in dire straits; this is all we have left; you need to work hard.”

“Grandpa, are you serious?”

David looked at the old man in disbelief; was he really saying they were poor in this seaside castle where spring blooms?

You’re not trying to play me, are you?

You want to remind John that after leaving home for over ten years, the ups and downs of struggle can’t compare to the generational legacy of the family, right?

John clearly also picked up on the deeper meaning in his father’s words and voluntarily said, “I will do my best… Dad.”

“Still going to steal a dragon?”

James turned to his eldest son, winked, and nodded, “That thing is indeed quite valuable.”

Afterward, he looked at Charles and asked, “I heard you got a few dragon eggs? Are they Norwegian Ridgebacks?”

“Ah? Yes... yes, Dad.”

Charles' mouth twitched, the Rowle family’s characteristic sarcasm reappearing, and Susan perfectly inherited the family tradition.

“You really are impressive~”

James looked at Charles with a serious “admiration,” then turned to John, saying, “I’ve left the alchemical goods shop in Knockturn Alley for Mary.”

Then, crossing over Ulysses, he looked at Charles and said, “I’ve left the shop in Diagon Alley for Susan...”

“Ahem~”

Ulysses lightly coughed, sitting up straight with a proper attitude, looking straight ahead, waiting for his father’s bestowal.

“What’s wrong? Not feeling well?”

James asked his youngest son with concern, and before waiting for a reply, he stood up and said, “That’s it for now.”

Ulysses: “……”