It was when Senna came knocking that the shadow was torn apart, revealing the two family tapestries that had been shrouding him.
Only then did he see the world.
Noah was an illegitimate child of the Black family. His mother was the last descendant of a fallen noble family. She had almost gambled her way into having him with that rebellious man, hoping for a reward to support her family.
And then what?
Noah thought to himself, and then the Black family didn't need him.
The children of the Black family all had strong magical fluctuations, while he was a sickly child from birth, unworthy in their eyes.
His mother, almost obsessively, gave him the Black surname and demanded that his grades be excellent, yet he couldn't even achieve two O's!
As the most despised illegitimate child among the nobility, he didn't need the outstanding children of the Black family, like Walburga, to say anything. The discrimination, humiliation, and terrifying jokes were all directed at him.
The year he graduated, he had no O's on his report card, and his mother completely lost hope.
She fell ill and never recovered, death forcing her to let go of him.
Perhaps she regretted it? Or was it just because of the inheritance law? She still left him a small inheritance and a large but dilapidated, eerie old house.
He had planned to sell everything he could and leave, but then he met Senna, who had a similar fate from a foreign land.
Brave Senna fiercely fought back against those who bullied her and then dropped out of school, bringing all the belongings she could gather to seek stability in a foreign land.
Since then, his world had a ray of light.
Even when calculated against by those scoundrels, even when bitten by a werewolf, this light had dimmed but never faded.
He had Senna...
Sitting up straight, he touched the handle of his wheelchair, while Lys, this child, was different.
He felt guilty and dared not look at her, and Senna, because of him, harbored deep resentment towards her.
A small child, apart from the early years of crying, somehow became so sensible up to this point.
As a father, he couldn't even recall what his child looked like in those years.
When Little Star was born, didn't he vow to be a good father? How did he end up doing the same things as his mother?
He had become someone he despised...
Noah's smile remained unchanged as he looked down at the report card again.
He remembered what the child said that day, becoming famous throughout the school for fighting, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Little Star was smarter than him, braver than him...
He used to, and would always rely on others to hold an umbrella for him, but his daughter, Noah's daughter, was a child who could hold an umbrella for herself!
She was not a squib nor cowardly!
Little Star was different from him!
Senna didn't understand why, when he said the child would go mad one day, her husband was so happy, laughing until tears almost came out.
"Senna, it's wonderful, truly wonderful!" He pulled Senna over and gave her a fierce kiss.
At the door, Lys watched her mother's blushing face and proud smile, her expression unchanging as she gripped the half-finished wand in her hand even tighter.
She was even more reluctant to let go...
In the following days, Lys nearly exhausted herself using her time. Noah gave her some gold galleons and told her to go shopping.
But Lys ended up diving into a materials shop, buying a large piece of amber to continue her research, only to be dragged out of her corner by Senna, who warned her: buy clothes, buy jewelry, find a place to properly tidy up your rooster-like red hair!
In short, "You better come back looking pretty for your dad to see!"
Lys obediently went out, but her height and physique made it difficult to find clothes. In the end, she left the clothing store with two of the latest men's shirts, a vest, and a long coat.
The rings and jewelry in the jewelry store were too small, looking petty on Lys's fingers, and the shirts couldn't be matched with those elaborate necklaces.
Thinking of her mother's order, Lys went into the materials shop again, and in almost half an hour, she made herself a large amber pendant.
With thick silver chains interlocking and fine golden sand glittering within the amber, it actually looked quite good.
Then she went to a beauty salon recommended by the clothing store clerk. For the first time, she entrusted her hair to someone else. Seeing the stylist holding a wand over her head, Lys's strange expression made the stylist think she might jump up at any moment and cast an Avada Kedavra.
Under the stylist's quickened pace, Lys endured until the hairstyle was finished, paid, and quickly left the stylist's wary gaze.
Checking her reflection in the glass of a roadside shop, Lys deemed herself capable of being described as neat and poised, and returned to the shop.
Senna was already waiting at the door with her arms crossed, scanning her daughter, who increasingly resembled her husband. Seeing the neatly tied red hair at the back of her head, she stepped aside.
Lys quickly wandered around the shop, patted Gabon's head on the bookshelf, and returned to her corner to work on her materials.
Senna had specifically pointed out the book "Fate! An Introduction to Wand Making," which she still found a bit difficult to understand, so she needed to hurry up and study.
The books in the reading room were relatively more challenging than those adventure, dragon-slaying, or Merlin and King Arthur romance novels in the bookstore, so most of the visitors were knowledge enthusiasts, many of whom were older wizards.
As Lys was studying her book, two old men started arguing over their differing interpretations of the book's content. One believed the book was extremely evil and should be reported to the Ministry of Magic for destruction, while the other argued that academic speculation should be taken seriously.
"Alchemical creatures touch the essence of life; this is a forbidden area, a desecration!"
"Academic speculation, it's just academic speculation. If Nicolas Flamel hadn't dared to imagine, there wouldn't have been the Philosopher's Stone, the pinnacle dream of alchemists."
Noah went over to mediate but was ignored. The old man who wanted to burn the book even tried to use magic to push Noah's wheelchair away, saying, "Don't get in the way!"
Noah was about to say something when Lys cast a spell on the old man's face, "Reading room, no noise, leave." The man could only open and close his mouth silently.
The old man beside him quickly apologized, paid, and dragged his friend out of the shop. As soon as they stepped outside, the old man started shouting loudly again. Lys didn't hear what they were saying, but standing at the door with her wand, she squinted, and the outside quieted down.
The arrogant old man was reckless, but his friend was not. This young person, so young and already using silent magic, was not to be underestimated.
Moreover, his friend's magic was not weak. Although it was a casual spell, the wheelchair the owner sat in didn't move at all, only flickering with subtle light, indicating the wheelchair had strong protection.
Reasoning with his agitated friend, he calmed him down:
Besides, the young person had a point. The reading area should prohibit noise; rules should be established so that those who genuinely want to read can enjoy the pleasure of knowledge.
Watching the two walk towards the street, Lys was about to turn back to her book when she saw Snape pushing the door open and entering.
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