If Rhys had been able to read Mr. Henry's thoughts, he would have burst out laughing.
Fate? More like cursed fate! What kind of twisted coincidence is this—I keep running into your "Green Grass" family!
But thankfully, Daphne and Astoria were still young. He could guide them properly, lead them onto the right path, and eventually help them grow into witches like himself.
Mr. Henry had no idea what Rhys was actually thinking.
At this moment, he noticed another detail: If you write Rhys Chassala Lint in Latin and rearrange a few letters, and isn't that just Salazar Slytherin?!
A flash of realization struck Henry, and at that moment, he became completely convinced that Rhys Lint truly was Slytherin himself. Only a wizard of that level could possibly cure his daughter's illness!
Jamison Henry Greengrass grew more and more excited, goosebumps rising on his arms: This was a legendary wizard who became famous across the seas a thousand years ago, one of the four founders of Hogwarts—and he was now sitting just a few feet in front of him.
He was living history!
More importantly, judging from his actions, Slytherin clearly saw his two daughters as disciples.
In other words, after a thousand years, the Greengrass family had gained two more "Adrians."(If Rhys knew Henry was thinking like this, he would absolutely flip the table.)
Ancestor Adrian had exceptional skill in spellcasting and brought the Greengrass family years of prosperity. If even one wizard of that level could achieve so much, then having two of them at once was something far beyond what Henry could have imagined for the future of the Greengrass family.
Watching the change in Mr. Henry's expression, Rhys knew he had already accepted his identity.
Perhaps saying something like "As expected of Adrian's descendant—you really do look like him" would make him very happy right now, but looking at that face that bore no resemblance to Adrian whatsoever, Rhys just couldn't bring himself to say it.
The hair color, however, was indeed the same as it was a thousand years ago.
"Even after a thousand years, your family still has silver hair—that really is surprising." Rhys's comment lightened the atmosphere in the room, and Mr. Henry couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, just like the Weasley family, the Greengrass line has its own unique hair color. But even within the Greengrass family, Daphne and Astoria are quite exceptional cases." Now that Mr. Henry was speaking, everything out of his mouth was praise for his two daughters, hoping to elevate their importance in Rhys's eyes.
Seeing the topic shift to Daphne and Astoria, Rhys took the opportunity to give Mr. Henry a reminder.
"Don't tell them my identity just yet, and don't mention it to anyone else either," Rhys said, blinking. "Let me enjoy a bit of freedom first."
With Mr. Henry's current influence, if he were to publicize Rhys's identity, Rhys could forget about ever having a peaceful life again.
"Understood." Mr. Henry's expression turned solemn as he promised never to reveal Rhys's true identity to the outside world.
In fact, the fewer people who knew Rhys's real identity, the more advantageous it would be for the Greengrass family—Rhys was like a mountain of gold, and the fewer who knew about it, the better.
Mr. Henry wished he could keep this secret forever.
However, there was one thing he had to make clear.
"Lord Slytherin, may I ask—have you returned for some special purpose? The Greengrass family is willing to give everything for it!"
Rhys: "…"
How should he put it? He didn't really have any grand or ambitious goals.
"To teach two apprentices, pass down the lost magical knowledge, and correct the awful atmosphere that's taken over Slytherin House."
These words left Henry deep in thought: it seemed that Lord Slytherin was quite dissatisfied with the ways of the pure-blood families?
He decided he would subtly ask his daughters about it later. But there was no doubt—this was a tremendous advantage for the Greengrass family!
Judging by his tone, Slytherin intended to teach their daughters all his most treasured magical knowledge.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Henry left Rhys's room.
As for whether Daphne and Astoria could go to Egypt with him? Of course he had no objections.
There was no need to worry about safety—the safest place in the world was right beside Rhys.
Now what he needed to do was quickly arrange plane tickets for the three of them, which wasn't all that difficult.
When Daphne and Astoria saw their father come out of Rhys's room, they immediately ran over and looked at him with hopeful eyes: You're going to say yes, right, Dad?
"Alright, go pack your things," Mr. Henry said with a gentle smile, indicating his approval.
"Yay!!!" The two girls couldn't help but cheer with joy.
Mr. Henry moved quickly and got the tickets settled that very day.
Early the next morning, Rhys, after packing lightly, headed to the airport along with Daphne and Astoria, accompanied by Mr. Henry.
"This place is even busier than King's Cross Station." Once inside the airport, Daphne started glancing around curiously like a country girl—it was her first time here, and she had never flown before either.
Rhys looked around, and his eyes were quickly drawn to a large glowing signboard.
From the text displayed on it, he roughly guessed that it showed information about various flights.
This couldn't help but leave him slightly shaken—he saw the names of cities he recognized, along with many he didn't, which meant one could reach virtually any corner of the world from here—and in just a few short hours, or at most, a dozen or so.
"Sometimes I really wonder—who are the real Muggles?" Thinking of how the wizarding world's modes of transportation had stagnated for over a century, Rhys felt a tinge of heaviness in his heart.
Fortunately, there were still things like Portkeys, Apparition, and the Floo Network to maintain the dignity of the wizarding world…
But soon, Rhys ran into a problem: what were they supposed to do next?
All three of them turned their eyes to Mr. Henry in unison, and Henry looked toward the driver who had brought them there. The man was a distant relative of the Greengrass family, a Squib who had long managed the family's wineries in the non-magical world.
Using the simplest and most straightforward language he could muster, the driver began to explain the process of boarding a plane to four completely clueless wizards—leaving them all feeling utterly overwhelmed.
New knowledge flooded into his brain like a tidal wave, to the point that even Rhys felt a bit overwhelmed. But he quickly figured it out: the next step for them was to go to "check-in" and receive their boarding passes—in theory, they also needed to check in luggage, but since they hadn't brought any large suitcases, that step could be skipped.
After understanding this process, which was more complicated than most spells, Rhys decisively headed to the counter to check in.
"Oh right—remember to use a little 'trick' before you reach the counter. Time's tight, and your ID documents, uh… have a few issues."As the driver handed out a few booklets to Rhys and the others, he suddenly recalled something and reminded them somewhat awkwardly.
Rhys: "?"
He soon understood exactly why the driver had said that.
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