On the outskirts of Surrey, where the Thames flows southwest of London, stood an unremarkable little town.
Deep in the dense forest southwest of town stood a huge old castle called Garfield Castle.
The castle was not particularly large. Compared to famous estates like Windsor Castle and Howard Castle, it was not even half their size. And including the lord of the estate, only ten people lived there.
Unlike usual, Garfield Castle was bustling today. A grand banquet was underway, and the already magnificent hall was adorned with all kinds of exquisite decorations. The elegantly dressed guests had gathered around the host of the banquet: a baby sleeping in swaddling clothes.
"So this is the Earl of Garfield's son?"
"How adorable, like a little angel!"
"Oh, look, the little one is awake."
"Wow, his eyes are so beauti..."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Harry Potter looks like cxk
Come on, author, keep writing.