Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 583 - 166: Banquet! Will I Be Crowned Emperor This Time?

Chapter 583: Chapter 166: Banquet! Will I Be Crowned Emperor This Time?

The cautious werewolf dared not eat anything Ian offered, fearing that Ian might have sprinkled some kind of sleeping potion into the food, since this little wizard had always been fixated on his "pure" werewolf blood.

"I also think a Border Collie strapped to the steering wheel would likely be more skilled than that driver." Ian, dragging a small suitcase, began to walk along the path with Lupin—after walking for about ten minutes, a very grand-looking manor came into view.

Perhaps the Greengrass clan wasn’t as wealthy as the Malfoy family, but it was still part of the Pure-blood Twenty-Eight Clans, and these pure-blood families controlled most of the truly profitable industries in the wizarding world. Compared to most wizarding families, the Greengrass clan was at least considered affluent.

Green Manor.

The name had omitted some of the family surname, perhaps aiming for a fairy-tale appeal, and indeed, the manor did possess a somewhat fairy-tale-like quality.

The manor was encircled by walls built from ancient rune stones. Twisting vines emitted a faint glow even in the gentle sway of the day, their eerie luminescence casting an enchanting light.

Magnificent.

Adding an ethereal atmosphere to the manor. The grand gateway was carved from enormous obsidian, with a complex magic array map engraved on the door.

"A kind of defensive measure."

Ian did a quick assessment.

"Those with a clear conscience have nothing to fear. Their family has quite a few enemies." Lupin, unsure if speaking from prejudice or specific knowledge, looked somewhat envious gazing at the large manor.

"Whoosh~"

Just as Ian was about to pull out his magic wand to knock on the door, sensing someone at the entrance, a house-elf dressed in ragged clothes appeared out of thin air.

"Oh, it’s the greater-than-great Mr. Prince; you have arrived at Green Manor ahead of time!" The house-elf stared with round eyes, bowing deeply to Ian with an expression of awe.

The elf clearly recognized Ian by appearance already.

"I don’t have the habit of being late." Ian refused the house-elf’s offer to carry his suitcase, instead handing over a small gift to the elf in front of him.

"Oh! You truly are a gentleman! And you’ve even brought a gift!"

The house-elf exaggeratedly praised him.

Its performance was quite over-the-top.

"If you can praise, then praise more."

Ian slightly tilted his head towards the already opened gate of the manor.

"The invitation wasn’t from Miss Greengrass herself, was it?" He took out the invitation he received, which indeed bore the signature of Daphne Greengrass.

"Panini cannot lie to you, but Panini doesn’t want to speak ill of the young mistress... she is quite afraid of you." The house-elf named Panini gave a tactful response.

"The master and mistress scolded the young mistress fiercely; they think she doesn’t understand what an opportunity means." As Panini spoke, the house-elf respectfully invited Ian to enter the manor.

"I knew it was like that."

Ian stepped into the interior of the manor.

The silent Lupin wanted to follow closely behind.

However.

House-elf Panini directly blocked his way.

"Servants must enter through the side door! You are not a proper servant!"

The sharp voice was in stark contrast to when speaking with Ian, and even carried a scolding tone that left Lupin bewildered and with dark lines across his forehead.

"With which of your eyes do I resemble a servant?"

Looking at the side door that only a dwarf could stand through, Lupin regretted having come along, his face filled with indignation as he questioned.

"Here, here, here, here." House-elf Panini pointed directly at Lupin, finally letting its long finger fall on Lupin’s empty money bag at his waist.

"..."

Lupin compared his attire to that of the house-elf in front of him. His expression turned aggrieved, but he opened his mouth, unable to find any evidence to refute.

After all.

In terms of clothing.

His was only marginally more presentable than the patchy garments worn by the house-elf.

Just as Lupin began to feel increasingly aggrieved and humiliated, fortunately, Ian turned his head and spoke up to aid the desperate werewolf.

"He’s a companion who came with me." With Ian’s explanation, the house-elf Panini immediately switched to a Sichuan opera face-changing-like attitude shift.

"Ah, so he is your attendant!"

It added a respectful tone when speaking to Ian.

"..."

Lupin wanted to complain that an attendant seemed no different from a servant, but seeing that he could finally enter the front door, he wisely kept silent, quickly catching up to Ian.

"This place is truly huge."

Entering the vast manor,

Ian was immediately captivated by the environment inside the manor. A cobblestone path illuminated by a subtle magical glow guided the visitors, flanked by neatly trimmed magical plants, some blooming with strangely colored flowers, others bearing fruits with a gemstone-like sheen. The air was filled with a faint scent of flowers and a magical essence.