Chapter 518 - Hereditary Ⅲ (2/2)

Reginald lips curl as he argues, ”They already have enough on their plate as it is.”

”Did you forget the Malfoy Wedding?!” Sir Knight Prince pointedly said. ”The children froze! If not for Georgine, they could have potentially died or even been severely hurt! Not to mention Pyrites and Rowan!”

”I know!” Reginald roared with anger, before his voice falters and he softly says, ”I know that, but they are all that I have left.”

Sir Knight Prince inclines his head as if in apology, before solemnly retorting, ”That may very well be the case, Reginald. But they will come for them, and this time there will be no one around to protect them. And we both know that she is moving in the shadows already much like Merlin did. And we both know exactly how that tragic tale ended for our forefather.”

Sighing as if rather tired and feeling his age, Reginald rubs his face with one hand, before relenting. ”Very well, but I will not teach Severus our ways. His powers have yet to awaken.”

”You will hear no arguments from me,” Sir Knight Prince instantly replied.

Nodding his head, Reginald straightens up and says, ”Go and get them. Have them meet me in the training room.”

”Of course,” Sir Knight Prince replied, before departing via the closed door leaving behind a thin trail of ectoplasm. Dawn would certainly scowl the ghost rather fiercely later in the evening.

Left all alone, Reginald walks over to his desk, and slumps down in his seat just for a moment. ”How I miss you, Sirsa,” Reginald softly said. ”You always knew what to say at times like these.”

Letting out a resigned sigh, Reginald hurries to his feet and departs. He still had a family left to protect, and he could not allow himself to wallow in his grief no matter how much he would like to at times. With a firm purpose in mind, Reginald only halts once to dress himself in an old worn dueling uniform before arriving in the training area.

The room is largely bare showcasing scorched walls from countless hexes. The gray stone floor is enchanted with permanent cushioning charms to prevent the breaking of bones, but not that of bruises. It was a room that had seen countless of generations and if luck held for countless of more generations still yet to come.