Through trade with Muggles that upper-class nobles from various countries had never touched, Lys finally led Silver Star Trading to reach and break certain invisible rules and class barriers.
Under tacit approval from families like Karkaroff in France, England, and Germany, the surname Lam became a budding sprout among top-tier families through Silver Star Trading's position between Muggles and wizards.
The young Abbott wizard secured a key position in Lys's Muggle trade chain, making the Abbott family an important and loyal partner in Silver Star Trading's commercial network.
However, he abandoned thoughts of forming a family with Lulu, because Lulu wouldn't leave Silver Star Trading to become an Abbott, advancing Abbott interests and fundamental benefits.
When Lulu asked the Abbott boy when their relationship could practically progress, Lulu was refused.
Though still somewhat surprising.
But Lulu, whose thinking was equally realistic, calmly accepted this outcome.
Years later...
On the windowsill of the Free Creatures Magical Ranch office, a spirited newspaper owl hooted insistently.
Reminding the paper's owner to pay quickly and collect their newspaper—it had other work to continue.
A balding owl with medicine smeared on its head hopped down from a perch beside the desk, lifting its wings to run along the windowsill.
Cerebald had returned to Germany last time to deliver mail, only to fight again with that Eastern rooster, getting all its head feathers plucked. Now it was particularly sensitive around its own kind.
It pulled a coin from a nearby box, tossing it into the delivery owl's leg pouch, then spread its wings signaling the other to leave quickly.
Hearing the office window opening and closing, Frey washed his hands in the bathroom, scrubbing away spotted mango juice stains from medicating Cerebald.
Checking his nail crevices, then treasuring his hair in the mirror, Frey somehow recalled the man he'd just brushed off—someone trying to use orders to learn about his sister's preferences.
He muttered to himself: "Oh dear~ Sis acts like she's missing that brain. Previous schoolmates, Karkaroff family relatives, plus all Sis's suitors—every single one, good luck to them."
After all, his sister's mate selection criteria involved finding someone like Mother—someone who strived in difficult circumstances without giving up or abandoning others. But looking now, given his sister's power level and class foundation, it would be good enough if she didn't abandon others. Those men never got chances to prove themselves.
They'd missed the opportunity to extend helping hands during the years his Sis most needed assistance.
Returning to the sofa, he smugly examined the supply contract signed with the Muggle government, genuinely thanking his sister.
Sis had reluctantly tipped him off about Lulu's rejection.
Otherwise, he might never have had this day of marrying Lulu.
After all, excellent women truly had... crowds of admirers...
Moreover, Lulu carried Silver Star Trading's hidden value, attracting even some pure-blood family heirs testing her intentions.
Actually, young Frey couldn't specify what about Lulu he liked—her beauty or what.
But after experiencing the Dark Lord period, his appreciation for strong, determined girls had only grown.
Conversely, those chattering girls, especially that Veela constantly emphasizing how Lys saved her life—so delicate that Frey almost feared her.
Especially after two years' separation, hearing Lulu's rare speech just to question his education, discovering his hidden NEWT results actually contained failing grades.
That moment, he felt enlightened.
Something settled in his heart, previously filled only with Quidditch and ranch concerns after relaxing.
Though the wife-chasing road was long, Frey persistently stayed beside Lulu, accompanying and protecting her.
When certain materials faced malicious competitive pricing and contract breaches from interested parties, he provided viable alternative solutions.
When Lulu faced behind-the-scenes slander for her unknown paternity, he directly stood up to argue back.
Getting cursed for stepping on others' sore spots while arguing, then being protected by Lulu in return.
But even then, Frey didn't think Lulu considered him romantically.
Fortunately, he'd intermittently stayed near Lulu since childhood. Even lacking sufficient love, they had a solid emotional foundation.
This attitude, for Lulu who was always practical once logic bypassed Lys, meant that though both were boys nearly ten years younger, Frey better met her requirements than that Abbott who constantly wavered indecisively.
So despite difficulties, he managed to make Lulu accept his third proposal after weighing options.
Finishing his hair, Frey shook his clothes, brushing off Cerebald's feather dust again, preparing to ride his broomstick to collect his wife.
Lulu'sApparition was naturally excellent, but pregnant witches often had unstable magic—safer transportation methods were preferable.
Now his sister had even chosen names for his child: Amarth for a girl, Rakesh for a boy.
Both deeply connected to the moon. As Lys put it: "Now I don't find the moon so frightening or ugly—it has its own beauty, doesn't it?"
Though Senna disliked these names, Noah was delighted.
Since Mr. Snape and his wife developed more effective Wolfsbane Potion, he could briefly appreciate the moon during full moons too.
The moon was indeed beautiful, wasn't it?
Noah felt happy. Sometimes thinking about it, how fortunate he was—a devoted wife, a daughter who could shoulder the entire family, an easygoing lovely son... hiss, bit confusing...
But no matter. Noah put on his glasses, looking at those staggering account figures, just wondering when little Star would find her own Senna...
Where was Lys now?
She sat beside Gellert Grindelwald's grave, with old Mr. Karkaroff leaning on his cane nearby.
Lys held The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, reading.
"So though these two had different theoretical cores, their spoken arguments were remarkably similar. Don't try convincing me—I spent Grindelwald's final month with him." Lys looked smugly at the toothless old man.
"Now you know why Grindelwald didn't let you pass through the flames? Because you dislike Dumbledore! Without the Karkaroff surname and family, you'd probably have vanished in those flames with that... whoever!"
The Karkaroff family head who'd been searching for his uncle—Menelquid—finally found this place.
Seeing his untouchable uncle wiping tears while that Starlys who'd once beaten him senseless now sipped cold beer, making sarcastic comments.
Menelquid pulled his cloak, frowning as previously beaten areas still ached. He asked helplessly: "Starlys Lam! What exactly do you want?"
Lys raised her beer glass, answering simply: "Entertainment."
Yes, entertainment—finding amusement with this family that had profited in Britain through the Dark Lord's unclear state, enjoying it tirelessly for years.
Raising her beer bottle toward old Mr. Karkaroff with her left hand, Lys Disapparated.
She completely ignored Menelquid's question about returning to teach at Durmstrang.
Too lazy to bother.
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