Chapter No6:The Hidden Bloodline: Jon

Jon sat at the dining table with great uncertainty, feeling restless. He was indeed afraid that his father was a small green man, and equally afraid that he had a pure-blood father from a prominent family. Or perhaps he was adopted? Oh, heavens. Jon's mind raced, trying to think of which family from the sacred Twenty-Eight would have significant features that matched his own. There was also another serious matter to consider. In his impression, almost every pure-blood family in Hogwarts, except for the Weasley family and those with a small number of members like his maternal grandmother's family, had some connection to Slytherin. He certainly didn't want any association with the Slytherin pure-blood wizarding families. Perhaps noticing her grandson's uneasiness, Lady Carolina blinked at her daughter, and then the elegant old lady retrieved an exquisite wooden box from under the table and waved her hand, sending it in front of Jon. "My dear, we haven't officially congratulated you on becoming a prospective student at Hogwarts." Jon glanced at the box in front of him, feeling as though it concealed a very significant secret. He ignored the box and simply set it aside, raising his glass to clink with his maternal grandmother's from a distance and took a sip of the watermelon juice inside. "Why not open it and see? It's quite a nice gift," Lady Carolina said with a smile. Jon's unease grew stronger. Whatever was inside that box - the truth or something similar - was like Schrödinger's cat to him. As long as he didn't open it, he wouldn't know the final outcome. "I think it's better to wait until after dinner and go to my room to see it. That way, it might have a sense of mystery," Jon replied. Lady Carolina laughed heartily, while Mrs. Smith turned her head and gestured for Jon to open the box. He had no choice but to obey his mother's command. After all, regardless of who his father was, his mother surely wouldn't have a problem with it. Jon reluctantly picked up the box, prepared to face the final outcome. "Does Father know about this?" Before opening the box, he wanted to confirm whether the truth crossed his boundaries. "Go ahead and open it, dear Jon," Mr. Smith clearly didn't understand his son's meaning and replied, "I only just found out about this myself. Honestly, I was just as shocked as you are." So, his guess was indeed correct? But why was his father smiling while talking about this? Was it something to be happy about? Jon felt a mix of astonishment and confusion, but he didn't show it. After all, he wasn't a child who couldn't handle emotions well. He gently turned the knob on top of the box and opened it. Good, inside were several folded papers that had turned slightly yellow over time. Could it be a letter from that unseen father? Jon opened the papers with slightly trembling hands, mustering up great courage to read through them. Then, silently, he set the papers down and looked at his mother with an inquisitive gaze. He didn't understand. But one thing was evident, it wasn't a letter but something like a contract. "This is the deed to the Smith family's ancestral home, the old mansion next to the estate," explained Mr. Smith, who was sitting beside Lady Caroline, rather than Mrs. Caroline Smith herself. And his tone was upbeat, clearly filled with excitement. "I only found out today that the Smith family used to be a wizarding family generations ago. It's been several generations since anyone in our family became a wizard. But Jon, my proud son, you have inherited our Smith family's wizarding bloodline. From today onward, both our ancestral home and the vault at Gringotts belong to you." Jon: "?" It sounded quite impressive, but he didn't quite grasp it. Fortunately, Lady Carolina was an understanding old lady who promptly explained to her grandson, "Several generations ago, the Smith family was indeed a wizarding family, and we lived together at that time. But for some reason, several generations ago, the wizarding bloodline in the Smith family suddenly ceased. Even through intermarriage with other pure-blood wizarding families, no children with magical abilities were born. This phenomenon continued until your father and I discussed it and decided to give it another try. We didn't expect you would truly inherit the wizarding bloodline." ... This was truly an extraordinary piece of news. "Well, let me clarify. My father is actually a descendant of a pure-blood wizarding family and chose to marry my mother to awaken the family's wizarding bloodline. Is that correct?" "Simply put, yes," Mr. Smith nodded. "But your mother and I genuinely love each other. We didn't know about this before, and I thought you had only inherited your mother's wizarding bloodline." Funny enough, that's what he also believed. After a series of terrifying speculations sparked by Bella's groundwork, this answer, though seemingly unbelievable, was easier for Jon to accept. The Smith couple was satisfied with their son's accepting nature. The expected surprise didn't occur, making them both very happy. "So, this matter is settled. I will contact someone tomorrow to renovate the old mansion, and for now, you can stay at your grandmother's house for a few days. Then you can move in. It might be a bit uncomfortable to live alone, so you can invite Bella to stay with you," Mr. Smith suggested. "What?" Jon suspected he had been hit with a memory charm. How did he not remember agreeing to this? And furthermore, "Why should I live alone? Don't you both accompany me?" "Well, that's not possible," Mr. Smith looked hesitant. "As you know, Mom and Dad both have jobs, and it's more convenient to live in Greenwich. Besides, living here alone is better. I heard from your mother that you can freely use magic while living here, and the Ministry of Magic won't send you any warning letters." Yes, I know all that! Jon doubted his father was telling the truth and asked again, "But Mom doesn't have a job that requires her to go to work! Can't she stay with me here?" "Don't worry, Jon," this time it was Aunt Mae, who hadn't spoken before. The middle-aged witch spoke in a gentle voice, "Aunt Mae will take good care of you. Your family's wizarding bloodline has finally reemerged, and I think your mom and dad need to give you some siblings." "?!"