After Uncle Leon finished listening to Kai Adler tell him the full name and address, his brows furrowed.
"A family with the surname Adler on the Continent…"
He looked at Kai with suspicion. "Are they related to Deffrent group ? Strange… he never mentioned that."
Kai smiled faintly. "I only vaguely remember fragments from before, and these two names are hazy. I think they might have something to do with my father."
He was, of course, talking about the names and addresses of his biological parents from his previous life.
In truth, he had always wanted to confirm one thing: Was this world truly the same one as his previous life?
If so, would his parents still be here, somewhere?
Uncle Leon heard his explanation and didn't doubt him, but he hesitated slightly.
"If this were Hamburg or Berlin, I could find out for you within minutes. But for the Continent as a whole… that'll take a few days."
"Why?"
Uncle Leon gave him a patient glance and explained,
"Because most of the mainland is protected by a massive magical barrier that isolates all spellwork. You can only travel across using Muggle methods — trains, planes, ferries, the usual."
He paused, tone serious,
"Furthermore, the Continent has strict regulations on magic. Spellcasting is permitted only in designated sanctuaries — ancient monasteries, wizard enclaves, certain protected sites."
"So, even wizards from Britain or Northern Europe wanting to conduct business there need to follow Muggle routes. It takes time."
He glanced at Kai again,
"If that's confusing, think of the entire mainland as one giant Hogwarts — except broomsticks won't fly there either."
Hermione, standing nearby, nodded thoughtfully. She was thoroughly enjoying the wealth of new knowledge today, quietly observing everything unfold.
Kai, on the other hand, felt a flicker of amazement. What kind of powerful magic user could conjure such a barrier over an entire continent?
But… why make it so difficult to enter?
A thread of forgotten memory stirred within him. Fragments of history lessons from his previous life surfaced, and with them, certain facts about the political rifts still lingering in Europe.
"When they realised we were British wizards, some of your colleagues showed… hostility. That's connected to this, isn't it?"
Uncle Leon gave him a heavy nod.
The atmosphere turned quiet for a moment.
Hermione's brows furrowed. "What are you two talking about?"
They exchanged a glance.
"It's… a historical issue left behind by Muggles," Kai explained vaguely. "Maybe in a few years, it'll resolve itself."
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Ciel pushed it open.
He glanced between Kai and Hermione.
"Hogwarts sent a reply."
Kai resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
What was the old man playing at? He'd been here the whole evening — and only now did the letter arrive?
Was the delivery owl Ron's useless bird?
Seriously, how had wizards not figured out phones yet? Or at least used Floo messages or Patronus charms properly…
Uncle Leon took the letter, read it carefully, and glanced at Kai with surprise.
"Dumbledore is your guardian?"
"Ah… yes."
The old man practically wanted to broadcast it across the wizarding world… was there really any need?
"What exactly have you been through these past few years?"
"It's a long story."
He had, after all, been raised by Europe's most notorious dark wizard, learned enough forbidden magic to terrify most Aurors, and now found himself playing house under the watchful eye of the greatest 'light' wizard alive.
Uncle Leon put down the letter, penned a serious reply, and handed it to Ciel.
"Take this back to Professor Dumbledore."
Ciel accepted the letter with a polite nod toward Kai and Hermione before slipping out.
Kai noticed the wary, guarded look in Uncle Leon's eyes had softened.
Once Ciel left, Uncle Leon grabbed his coat.
"Come on, I'll take you both to dinner — then we'll find somewhere for you to stay."
Kai quickly stood, "No need, we've already booked a hotel."
Uncle Leon looked between the two of them.
"Two kids travelling alone? Aren't Hermione's parents worried?"
"I can protect us."
Uncle Leon chuckled softly, thinking of Kai's wandless, wordless spellwork.
"Fair enough. Still, you're in Germany — at least let me treat you to some proper food."
"Alright."
Uncle Leon took them to a grand dinner, and Hermione's eyes practically sparkled at the spread before them.
Kai watched the little glutton fondly.
"Slow down, if you like it, I'll make it for you when we get back."
Hermione expertly picked up a delicate pastry with Hands .
"You can cook this?"
"I can learn."
"Hmph."
Uncle Leon chuckled at the pair's banter. His eyes carried nothing but warmth.
After the meal, he personally escorted them to their hotel suite — a two-bedroom, well-furnished space.
"I'll handle what you mentioned. It may take two or three days."
"I can wait."
Uncle Leon nodded, his gaze lingering on Kai's features — so similar to his father's — a hint of nostalgia in his expression.
"Your father would be proud, seeing you like this."
As his figure disappeared down the hall, Hermione nudged Kai.
"Uncle Leon seems to really like you."
"They were close, he and my father," Kai replied, ushering her inside.
The suite was comfortable. Two bedrooms, plenty of space.
Hermione plopped onto the sofa.
"I didn't expect your background to be so… strange."
Kai shrugged.
"It is."
Even after everything — the revelations about his "parents," the family history — the Obscurus inside him remained still. The fragment of his soul, carrying the identity of 'Kai Adler,' still clung to unresolved questions.
It wasn't just about his parents.
It was about his mother's identity.
Or more precisely… the real reason their family shattered.
As that thought surfaced, the Obscurus reacted violently.
Of course…
You want revenge, don't you?
The dark mist spilled from his body.
Hermione gasped, startled.
"Kai— what's wrong?"
"Back."
Kai's voice sharpened, and the black mist recoiled instantly.
Behave… I'll grant your wish in due time.
The Obscurus retreated, curling deep inside him.
Kai looked up, meeting Hermione's worried gaze, and offered a soft smile.
"I'm alright… Just thinking about my parents."
Hermione's eyes flickered with sympathy.
"Uncle Leon said they disappeared, right? They could still be alive."
Kai knew she misunderstood — thought he was simply grieving his parents' absence — so he nodded.
"Yeah… I hope so."
"Will you look for them?"
Kai's lips curled faintly.
"The world's big… and it's been years. Where do I even start?"
"That's true…" Hermione pouted faintly.
Kai chuckled, pinching her nose.
"For now, our goal is simple — get some rest, explore the city… Then off to Egypt to find Ron."
"Okay~"
Later that night, once Hermione had settled in, the smile on Kai's face faded.
He would find them.
But the world was vast, and Hermione's happiness mattered most.
A few more weeks wouldn't hurt.
Still, he already had clues.
From his pocket, he retrieved the ring — its insignia, an intricate design with two entwined letters: C and V.
Uncle Leon had revealed his mother's surname — Corvinus. C.V.
Thus, this emblem… belonged to her family.
The ring shimmered, transforming into an exquisitely crafted brooch.
The werewolves were interested in him…
Would the vampires — their ancient rivals — know the truth?
He intended to find out.