Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Chapter 1123: The Twisted Flint Family

Views:

Rosalina Flint, the current head of the Flint family.

As a pureblood with a place in the "Pureblood Directory", it must be said that the Flint family has its own special features.

It is said that because the ancestor who founded this family started his business by marrying the only daughter of an ancient wizard family at that time, he was particularly afraid of his wife. To this end, he even set the rule that "each generation of the Flint family must be headed by a female descendant."

In fact, the ancestor's surname was not originally "Flint". This surname came from his wife, a descendant of the ancient wizard.

Of course, to this day, these stories have long been impossible to study.

After all, the first generation Mr. Flint seemed to have lived longer than his wife. Before he died of old age, he probably burned all these embarrassing records, so that the descendants of the Flint family also Just knowing some slightly subtle rumors.

However, it is worth mentioning that, whether it is a continuation of the bloodline of the fierce wife of the ancestor, every generation of women in the Flint family has a bad temper. Not to mention reprimanding the servants, sometimes even the guests would be harshly criticized if something didn't go their way.

For this reason, although the Flint family is also one of the twenty-eight holy pure-blood families, and the family bloodline is derived from the descendants of ancient wizards, they have never been very popular with other pure-blood families.

Come to think of it, if you come to their home as a guest, you will probably get scolded and criticized. Who would be willing to have more in-depth interactions with them after more than one visit

Eluri, the petite half-elf maid, grew up in the Flint family manor where almost no outsiders came.

"Tuk-tuk."

In the corridor on the south side of the third floor of the villa, two slight knocks on the door suddenly sounded, with a restraint that went far beyond etiquette.

Hearing a soft hum from the study, Iluli stretched out her hand to turn the doorknob, slowed down and walked in - at this time, the master should be in the young master's study to observe the private professor's teaching, and then she would Take the young master to the restaurant for lunch.

Because the eldest son of the Flint family, Marcus Flint, did not study well at first, although he also entered Slytherin, he failed to pass the exam in the last year and was left behind. So now, the master keeps a close eye on the young master, and has already arranged many private lessons for him even before he is old enough to enter Hogwarts.

To be honest, Iluli felt that this was unfair to the young master. After all, in this Flint family, every head of the family will be a female descendant. No matter how hard the young master works, he can only become his sister's assistant in the future.

But no matter what, Iluli was just a servant, and she could only think about these thoughts in her heart, saying that she would definitely not say them out.

As soon as she entered the study room, she saw the young master and the private professor sitting at the desk. One was immersed in writing, and the other was occasionally giving guidance.

As for the owner, Rosalina Flint, she is currently sitting by the window of the study, enjoying the warm sunshine approaching noon and sipping a cup of expensive black tea.

"Madam, Iluli is here to receive the punishment."

Because there was a lecture in the study room, Iluli kept her voice very soft. But even so, Mrs. Flint's vulture-like eyes still dug in fiercely, causing her to hang her head lower.

After seeing his master glare at him, he no longer reacted to his appearance. Eluli understood that the master did not want to disturb the young master's study at this time, so she simply walked to the base of the wall and stood silently, waiting for the end of the teaching time without moving.

Taking advantage of this moment, Iluli just stood there, observing her master's expression from the corner of her eye.

It can be seen that the appearance of the female head of the Flint family is still as "strong" as ever. Looking at her tall and thick appearance, she is simply a smaller version of Hagrid.

But on such a rough body, she wore a burgundy robe of high quality and fine design, which made her look like a big bloody cake.

Yes, the kind you often see at vampires’ late-night banquets!

At this time, the expression on Rosalina's head at the top of this "blood cake" was undoubtedly showing a hint of coldness and displeasure.

Iluli just glanced at it furtively, then quickly retracted her gaze and silently returned to the pattern of the carpet in front of her.

After that, about half an hour passed before the young master's personal professor slowly stood up and bowed slightly in the direction of Mrs. Flint.

"Madam, the young master's charms course ends here today. I will come again at this time tomorrow."

"Um."

Mrs. Flint nodded lightly, as if she didn't want to pay too much attention to the other party.

However, the private professor didn't seem to care about her attitude towards him. After all, he took the initiative to apply for the job under the premise of knowing clearly what the Flint family was like, and he already knew what kind of moral character this family had.

What's more, the Flint family is actually just a venomous person with a bad temper, and they are not stingy at all when it comes to paying his salary. It's okay to be a little stingy for a lot of gold galleons.

"Then I'll go back. Madam, Master, see you tomorrow."

After saying that, the middle-aged wizard bowed again and then walked towards the door. There are other servants waiting outside, and one of them will be responsible for sending him to an area outside the manor where there is no anti-Apparition spell.

After watching the other party leave, Iluli understood that maybe it was her turn to deal with her.

So when Mrs. Flint put down her teacup and stood up, she said nothing.

"Go to the restaurant and get ready to eat."

The lady seemed to have forgotten the existence of Iluli. After saying something to her youngest son, she also took steps towards the door.

On the other hand, the young master who was following his mother looked at Eluli cautiously when he passed by the door.

"Why come back?"

After the mother and son left the study room, Iluli recalled with some confusion what the young master said to her before going out - because he did not dare to be heard by his mother, he just did what he did. The shape of the mouth was different, but Iluli could quickly identify it.

Yes, the young master is different from his mother, brothers and sisters. Not only is he surprisingly good-tempered, but he is also a child who knows how to consider others.

But after all, he was still too young and didn't know the mandatory effect of the servant contract, otherwise he wouldn't have said such a thing.

Not to mention, Iluli actually has some deep-seated attachment to this manor and this "home". If it was not necessary, she would never think of leaving.

However, Iluli couldn't help but sigh secretly at the young master's kind care for her.

"well… "

Shaking her head slightly, she stopped staying, rubbed her still dizzy forehead, and turned around and walked out of the study. But when she came to the corridor, she found that there was no one outside.

Iluli knows her master well and knows that when the other person is angry, it is best not to hang around where she can see her.

So after leaving the study, she tried to avoid the other party's sight for almost the whole afternoon.

However, if she still wants to live here, she will naturally have to do the work that should be done by her. Even if she has to do something while trying not to let her wife see her as much as possible, this is undoubtedly very difficult.

But what's more worth mentioning is that, whether it was the madam's order or the servants who were jealous of her, she was not prepared for lunch. For this reason, she could only spend some time baking some bread by herself, and filled her stomach hastily with water.

It wasn't until the end of dinner that the maid Rose, who was particularly jealous of her, suddenly came to her side and told her with a look of gloating that the lady had called her over.

Iluli is obviously not very good at food-related spells, and the few pieces of bread she baked were a bit hard. Even if it is soaked in water, it is still quite laborious to chew.

After hearing Rose's message, she simply put down the bread, took a sip of water, and left the kitchen in silence, heading towards the restaurant.

Not long after, Iluli pushed open the side door of the restaurant, stood by the wall with her eyes slightly lowered and her hands folded.

In addition to Mrs. Flint and the young son just now, there were many other family members in the restaurant. Among them were the ruffian-looking Marcus Flint who had played Quidditch with Harry and the others, and Elena Flint, the youngest sister in the family.

On the other side of this huge restaurant, almost all the servants of the entire Flint family lined up at the gate. At the front was a row of low-browed house elves.

Mrs. Flint, who was sitting at the end of the dining table, raised her eyebrows when she saw Iluli coming over and said coldly:

"come over."

Before she finished speaking, Iluli slowly walked over with her head slightly lowered and came to the lady's seat.

"Snapped!"

A hard slap fell on her face instantly. Perhaps because Mrs. Flint was not as strong as a woman, this slap was so powerful that it knocked the petite Iluli down to the cold ground in one fell swoop.

Iluli had forcefully used fairy magic today, and she hadn't fully recovered yet. This attack made her mind go into chaos, so much so that even the burning feeling on her cheeks became blurred.

"Who made you fall? Stand up!"

Mrs. Flint's cold voice entered Iluli's ears hazily, and seemed a little distorted when mixed with a burst of tinnitus.

But after Iluli barely made it out, she still got up from the ground without saying a word.

"Snapped!"