allendalepharm Chapter 321 Peterson Hamilton's Five Months
Chapter 321 Peterson Hamilton's Five Months
Chapter 321 Peterson Hamilton's Five Months
When Peterson Hamilton was young, his favorite thing to do was to stroll around his family’s huge estate. He enjoyed teasing the maids and accidentally knocking over the works of art his father had bought.
But my favorite thing to do is probably to go up to the top floor of the manor and look thoughtfully at the huge mural carved on the wall.
It was a magical mural depicting every member of the Hamilton family, no matter how distant or obscure their existence.
As long as someone has Hamilton family blood, their name and appearance will appear on it.
However, most of the people in the picture had lost their color, and Peterson later learned that it meant that the person was dead.
Of all the people in the portrait, the one that intrigued him the most was the young man next to his father. His portrait never turned black and white, but it always retained that youthful appearance.
He was my father's elder brother, an elder brother who had been dead for many years.
Philip Hamilton —
Whenever his father talked about him, he would mention it. Although his father was not good with words, Peterson could still tell that it was a kind of jealousy—his father was jealous of his brother.
Philip Hamilton possessed exceptional talent. After graduating from Hogwarts, he embarked on a journey around the world. He was a highly skilled wizard and also possessed magic that had been almost unheard of in the past.
Magic Array —
The intensity with which his father spoke the word was something Peterson had never seen before.
"The magic circle can do everything: wealth, power, immortality—"
Then, naturally, Peterson would also see the girl beneath that portrait, who had never lost her color but had remained exactly the same.
She was really beautiful—and she had silver hair unlike any of ours.
Young Peterson didn't know what silver hair meant; he simply thought it meant he was sick.
It wasn't until he grew up that he understood that it was a symbol of Veela.
His cousin, whom he had never met, was a Veela, and not only that—her mother seduced Philip Hamilton, turning this genius into a disgrace to pure-blood wizards, and causing the Hamilton family to suffer ridicule because their heir was a "lovesick fool" who had been bewitched by a Veela.
The man named Loila Hamilton, like Philip Hamilton, became a name the Hamilton family could not mention. This taboo past represented the destruction of a century-old family's honor.
Peterson hated his uncle. He was irresponsible, lacked any perseverance despite being the heir to the family business, betrayed his grandfather's trust, and even got involved with magical creatures—and even had a child with one.
But he also loved hearing his father talk about his uncle's past talents—perhaps simply because he enjoyed seeing the jealous look on his father's face, an expression he rarely showed.
That expression seemed to say, "It's so good that he's dead."
I saw another side of my father—it was wonderful.
Peterson thought so too—and he was determined not to become like this uncle.
With the passing of his grandfather, his father naturally became the heir to the Hamilton family, since his cousin and uncle were both dead.
But the people in the mural never turned black and white—Peterson felt a little creeped out every time he saw the mural—
The mural was later covered up, and no one ever saw it again.
Later, these things seemed to be forgotten, forgotten in the long river of time. Peterson became a true successor, humble and polite, elegant and classy, and also humorous.
This gentle demeanor also made him one of the few Hamiltons who were not purged after Voldemort's downfall.
Nevertheless, he still lost his previous job at the Ministry of Magic.
He became someone who stayed at home without working—which might be a good thing, after all, his father was getting old, and helping him handle family matters might not be a bad idea.
But soon, that person returned.
At first, they only heard a few rumors that Hogwarts had a professor named Hamilton.
Later, the rumors gradually turned into a storm.
Loila Hamilton—the one who had died long ago in the mural—has now come to life—or perhaps, she never really died at all.
The reporter's footsteps broke down the Hamilton family's gate, but he was always met with a closed door.
Because, compared to journalists, these self-proclaimed Hamiltons know just as little about Miss Hamilton.
"Go and approach her," the father said that day. "She holds the secret of a magic array."
"Do you understand—Peterson?" Although he was old, the expression on his face when he talked about magic circles made Peterson feel happy.
Jealousy — Desire —
The father has become the same as he used to be.
So Peterson went to Hogwarts, where he naturally became a professor, and there he had his first serious encounter with his cousin.
The result left him somewhat disappointed.
She was just a timid person, like an autistic child.
Can someone like that be called a genius?
Despite this mindset, Peterson still managed to gain his cousin's trust with his polite smile and elegant demeanor.
As he got to know her better, he realized that his cousin was exceptionally talented—not only in magic arrays, but also in spells.
The mere thought that this was due to the Veela blood in her veins filled Peterson with nausea—it was utterly filthy—
But perhaps because of the Veela blood in her body, she was pitifully stupid.
Peterson only needed to say a few words, and she would foolishly trust him, foolishly follow behind him, foolishly—like a child.
Perhaps you could say she's just a child.
She would worry about having class the next day, sit for a long time feeling sad because of being ridiculed by others, and even entrust things like applying for a patent to herself without a second thought.
Idiot————Hehe————
After diligently completing his first patent application, Peterson began to take action.
Thanks to the Hamilton family’s connections within the Ministry of Magic, he could easily apply for patents in the name of the Hamilton family.
Every magic circle and every prop she uses is registered under the Hamilton family's name—and she's still foolishly working for them.
She didn't even realize who Mr. PH was, and even thought—she was Mr. PH—
But the path of deception is not always smooth. That annoying, astute Rozier is truly disgusting—Peterson certainly knows—what kind of people Rozier's men are.
They are UMNO members—a bunch of outdated guys—they must be here to kill that fool, right?
That was Peterson's initial thought—but the more he went on, the more he realized—there seemed to be many things he hadn't considered.
But that wasn't what he wanted to know. He only knew that this Miss Rozier would appear in all sorts of strange places to cause trouble for Loila.
What a despicable fellow—if you disturb her from providing wealth for the Hamilton family—can you bear that responsibility?
However, the situation quickly reversed.
One day, she somehow learned about inheritance rights—
Peterson was utterly taken aback—but he quickly realized that this also meant the end of the scam.
If she realized that she was now the true head of the Hamilton family, everything before would seem like a mirage—not just her father, but also herself.
Seeing her dazed expression, Peterson made a decision—he was going to kill this guy.
The scum of this family—this man who has already become a threat to the Hamilton family.
Not only did he tarnish the Hamilton family's honor with his birth fifty years ago, but he also wanted to do it again fifty years later with his return?
His father also agreed to his plan.
But—trouble kept arising—Rozier, for some reason, started protecting her, and Dumbledore was always interfering in various ways.
Until the very end—even a werewolf that appeared out of nowhere had to expose the deception he had created.
It's absolutely disgusting—being surrounded by these monsters—it's truly nauseating—
She already has the magic circle and the spell, yet she still wants our family—he abandoned everything, yet fifty years later he still wants his filthy descendants to defile everything.
This is truly unforgivable!
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