vncnus Chapter 162, Section 161: A Return to Diagon Alley, A Terrifying Experience
Chapter 162, Section 161: A Return to Diagon Alley, A Terrifying Experience
Chapter 162, Section 161: A Return to Diagon Alley, A Terrifying Experience
Inside the old room.
The old-fashioned hanging fan creaked and spun erratically on the ceiling.
The fan blades were covered with the dust of time, and with each rotation, wisps of dust rose up, slowly drifting down in the dim light and casting a hazy, nostalgic filter over the entire room.
"I remember this place."
Ian bustled about in every corner of the room, rummaging through the clutter on the table, sometimes bending down to check under the table, sometimes standing on tiptoe to reach the old box on the high shelf.
Seeing the little wizard running around the room doing something, Lupin gradually came to his senses from his utter disbelief and asked Ian, somewhat puzzled.
"What are you looking for?" Lupin was no longer fully awake from the unreal feeling that Ian had done to obtain so many shop deeds.
That was a letter from one of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans. Although he didn't know which clan the letter came from, he still couldn't fathom how Ian had obtained such an astonishing fortune from the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans.
Lupin believed he had conducted a very detailed background check on Ian, who was just a Prince family orphan who had fallen on hard times and ended up in an orphanage!
For the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans, they should only have some value in winning people over. Although the pure-blood families have rich resources, it is still too inconceivable that they can use the "money-printing machine" of Diagon Alley shops to buy people's hearts. Moreover, they gave away more than just one or two shops. The thick stack of land deeds made Lupin's vision blur.
I almost burst into tears.
A penniless wretch like him probably couldn't even afford to rent a toilet in Diagon Alley. The only plausible explanation Lupin could think of was that the Prince family had once entered into a pact with some of the families of the Holy Twenty-Eight.
It still possesses magical power, compelling the Twenty-Eight Sacred Races to fulfill their contractual obligations. Otherwise, given the nature of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Races, they would find ways to renege on any debts they might owe.
"Of course I'm looking for a symbol of my identity." Ian's answer surprised Lupin slightly. After thinking for a while, he looked at the conspicuous wand at Ian's waist.
"Isn't the symbol of your identity on your waist?" He thought Ian might be in a situation where he was blind to what was right in front of him, but his words did not stop Ian from searching.
"I wasn't talking about a magic wand."
Ian dumped all his childhood toys on the ground: a broken excavator, a toy soldier missing arms and legs—most of which had been ruined by his younger siblings.
"Actually, I don't think you should have kept your wand in such a conspicuous place," Lupin reminded Ian, knowing all too well how many thieves were in London.
Although the thieves might not know what it was, it was a trivial matter for them, and they wouldn't hesitate to do it. He had seen a poor wizard whose wand was stolen by a Muggle thief.
"I cast a confusion spell on it, so Muggles won't know there's anything there." As someone who came from a poor background and was an orphan, Ian certainly knew more about the security situation in London than Lupin did.
"Did you perform magic outside of school?"
Lupin raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"I practice every day."
The young wizard shared his story of hard work and self-discipline.
"You weren't arrested by the Ministry of Magic! They didn't even send you a warning letter?" Lupin was incredulous; he knew all too well the measures the Ministry of Magic used to restrict young wizards.
The Ministry of Magic uses tracking threads to monitor the behavior of young wizards.
The Tracking Charm is a more sophisticated tracking spell than the Tracking Charm. It is primarily used to locate the position of underage wizards and detect magical activity within a certain range around them.
Some say the wand was tampered with, while others say the Threads are a magical contract hidden in the acceptance letter, automatically placed under the Ministry of Magic's surveillance upon acceptance to Hogwarts.
These are all guesses from most of the students who have broken the rules and made mistakes. No one knows the truth. Even today, many adult wizards still do not know how "threads" work.
"I think they're busy dealing with other things. Haven't you heard that the Minister of Magic went to Hogwarts once and then developed Dumbledore phobia?"
"My roommate told me that the Minister of Magic is now worried that Dumbledore will poison his water, and he has trusted people repeatedly check every corner of the Ministry of Magic every day."
"They're too busy dealing with their own paranoid minister to bother supervising junior wizards," was Ian's opinion. He was also wondering why the Ministry of Magic hadn't come knocking on his door. To be honest, Ian himself hadn't quite figured out how the threads worked.
"Ha, a power-hungry official who's blinded by power. Anyone with eyes can see that Dumbledore wouldn't need to resort to poisoning to bring down a minister."
Lupin offered his judgment with a hint of disdain. If Ian remembered correctly, Lupin was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, possessing absolute loyalty to Albus Dumbledore.
"Who can argue with that?"
Ian agreed with Lupin's view on this matter.
"If you ask me, it's because Fudge's self-awareness is really..."
As he spoke, he bent down and crawled under his bed. However, his voice stopped abruptly and he stopped moving as soon as he was halfway in.
The crimson soul flames illuminated Ian's face.
He and the black-robed skeleton hiding under the bed stared at each other in the darkness beneath the bed frame.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
After more than ten seconds of silence.
Wow~
Perhaps worried about the people outside, the black-robed skeleton belatedly raised its two skeletal "claws" in an attempt to intimidate Ian, its voice barely audible.
"..."
The little wizard felt that this thing must be mentally ill.
He looked at the empty head of the black-robed skeleton.
Oh.
He's brainless.
That's fine.
"What happened to you? Are you stuck under the bed?"
Standing in the room, Lupin saw the little wizard's lower body sticking out of the room, frozen motionless under the bed for a long time. He was quite eager to come forward and help Ian.
"No! I'm fine! Don't touch me!" Ian immediately slithered backward like a snake, hurriedly getting up to stop Lupin from crouching down to talk to him.
He was already deeply misunderstood by Lupin, and if Lupin saw him still in his room recuperating like a skeleton, who knows what kind of snitch Lupin would give Albus Dumbledore.
Although Ian didn't think Albus Dumbledore would bother him, he still thought it best not to disturb Albus Dumbledore and Grindelwald's holiday time.
"You seem a little nervous."
Lupin's expression didn't show much doubt, because he had his own judgment and imagination. "I think a kid your age must be hiding some adult magazines under the bed."
This might be Lupin's perspective as someone who's been there. He had an expression that said he already understood what Ian was panicking about, which just goes to show that this is probably the standard mindset of Gryffindor boys.
"Uh, yes, that's right, I also have my own privacy..." As a model young man with a sound mind and body, Ian really didn't want to admit to such a slander.
However, in order not to expose the black-robed skeleton's situation, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his pride, admitting that he was a little pervert [not entirely accurate].
Ok.
Just like the terms "unemployed," "ready for employment," and "temporary employment," the little wizard invented a new conceptual term to describe his physical condition.
"It's a bit too early for you to be exposed to those things at your age, but it's not surprising. People who mature early often take on responsibilities early." Lupin patted Ian on the shoulder with a very understanding expression.
The young wizard forced out an awkward but polite smile.
"What exactly are you looking for?"
Lupin finally returned to normal conversation, which made Ian secretly breathe a sigh of relief. When he left the bedside, he pulled some of his sheet down to cover the space under the bed.
Lupin observed this scene without feeling particularly curious. After all, he had collected quite a few of those less-than-ideal magazines in his suitcase during his wanderings.
They were all animated magazines from the wizarding world.
He wouldn't look down on Muggle magazines like "The Daily Girl".
"I already said... it's a symbol of status."
Ian resumed his search, and finally found what he had been longing for in his shoebox—a keychain that shimmered with gold. Although the gold surface was somewhat chipped, the modern industrial hexagonal coating gave it a luster even more dazzling than gold itself.
"That's more like it!"
Under Lupin's somewhat bewildered gaze, Ian hung all the keys on his keychain and then dangled them in the most conspicuous position on his waist.
"Clang, clang~"
Ian continued running around the room, the sound of his waist making a distinct and noticeable noise. The satisfied expression on his face made Lupin want to punch him.
"You look like a nouveau riche."
Lu Ping gave a somewhat speechless rant.
"I'm a nouveau riche." Ian's honesty left Lupin speechless. Sincerity truly is a killer move; Lupin didn't even know what to say next.
"You're surprisingly honest..."
He could only offer a rather dry comment.
"You're the first person to see my inner qualities. You have great insight. I'll pack the wolfsbane potion you need tonight for you." Ian's main concern was preventing Lupin from suddenly harming the people at the orphanage. Although he had seen the specially made iron cage in Lupin's room, he still couldn't let Lupin risk drinking wolfsbane-flavored "soda."
The word "taste" should be emphasized.
"It's too late for you to start now, isn't it?" Lu Ping said this, but it was clear that he was quite tempted, though his expression showed he was very conflicted.
It wasn't just that they felt it was too late to brew the medicine now; they were also worried that Ian might secretly add some "experimental" ingredients to the potion.
It's not that Lu Ping was timid.
He was, after all, from Gryffindor.
He was mainly shocked by the diary about the werewolf transformation project.
"Of course I have the medicine on hand, otherwise I wouldn't have put up with you staying in my house." Ian said, taking out a bottle of fairly effective wolfsbane medicine from his purse.
This potion originated during the fifth time loop. After realizing that the medicinal effects were being significantly reduced, he prepared a large quantity of the potion, intending to sell it in the alleyway.
of course.
Although the potion's effects were greatly reduced, it was still a genuine magic potion. The group of unscrupulous merchants in Diagon Alley truly broadened Ian's horizons, giving him a new understanding of what it meant to be a swindler.
"Although it's not as effective as my uncle's potion, it's probably about the same as the potions in the regular apothecaries in Diagon Alley. They also add some soothing agents to their potions before selling them."
Ian knew the principle that no merchant is honest, so he was also well aware that legitimate shops also adulterate products, but not often, or they might use raw materials that were about to expire.
In a way, the medicine he made from herbs that had lost their medicinal properties was about the same as the medicine he produced.
"I'll try to get some money for you." After a moment of inner turmoil, Lupin's conflicted expression finally gave way to his need for the wolfsbane potion.
no way.
Even if he were to transform in a remote, desolate place, it could very likely harm innocent people, not to mention that there aren't many remote, desolate places around London where he could transform.
Many werewolves develop psychological problems, mostly because of this: feeling ashamed, guilty, and tormented after accidentally hurting a stranger, which eventually leads to psychological distortion and perversion.
This is one of the reasons why many wizards think werewolves are crazy.
"Do you think I look like someone who's short of money?" In response to Lupin's awkwardness and shabby appearance, Ian directly displayed his crooked mouth, and with one small hand, he jingled the large bunch of keys at his waist.
"..."
Lupin, a typical person who felt obligated to help others, twitched his eye and suppressed the urge to complain—he increasingly felt that Snape's nephew was hardly a Ravenclaw.
Indeed.
There are also people in Ravenclaw who like to show off, but their style of showing off is clearly different from Ian's. Ian's style of showing off reminds him of Slytherin, whom he hates the most.
Thinking this way.
He saw the wolfsbane medicine in his hand.
"However, on the other hand, Slytherins rarely have such a helpful nature." Lupin subconsciously offered a perhaps unnecessary defense for Ian.
This is Gryffindor.
They might dislike a certain group or type of person, but they would never deny the help others have given them. That's why Lupin didn't find Ian's personality so unlikeable.
It's just a little difficult to adapt to at first.
"Alright, you've taken my stuff again. You'll have to take me to Diagon Alley." Ian immediately revealed his true intentions after seeing Lupin put away the wolfsbane potion.
His words surprised Lu Ping slightly.
"Are you going to inspect your shop?"
He could almost picture Ian strutting around the streets.
"Otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight. You've never had such a windfall, you don't understand how it feels." Ian's extremely sincere response made Lupin want to take back his previous opinion.
Sometimes this little wizard can be quite speechless... Although it is indeed the truth, it is precisely because it is the truth that Lupin feels so bitter inside.
"Don't you have a phoenix?" Lupin wasn't actually unwilling to take Ian along; he was just curious why Ian didn't use a more convenient mode of transportation.
"My phoenix can only take me to places it has been, and it's only a few months old, so it obviously hasn't been to Diagon Alley with me." Ian shrugged helplessly.
"No wonder its cry is so strange." Lupin had never seen a real juvenile phoenix, so he just imagined the reason from the eerie cry of the black phoenix.
"There is a fireplace in my room."
After glancing again at Ian's waist, he immediately agreed, but this response left the young wizard quite confused.
"Can we use FiluNet in our orphanage?" He sounded a little surprised, because FiluNet requires more than just an application; it also requires strict review and approval.
Its existence also requires the payment of certain fees on a regular basis—Ian doesn't believe that someone who can't even afford to buy clothes would have extra money to maintain FlooNet's services.
"Of course it can be used."
As Lupin answered Ian's questions, he led Ian away from the ominous room that Ian was unaware of, and towards the room that he had specially chosen and cleaned for several days.
"In fact, you are not the first student from your orphanage to go to Hogwarts. The last student to leave here was exceptionally talented."
"He modified the room he lived in and somehow illegally connected to the Floo Network, which allows us to specify a shop in Knockturn Alley."
Lupin explained the reason, but did not reveal Voldemort's identity, perhaps because he was afraid that such a thing would add unnecessary psychological pressure to the young wizard.
He also has a sensitive side in some ways.
However... the little wizard actually knew the truth perfectly well.
"Oh! As expected of my senior!"
He sincerely admired Voldemort. Indeed, when it comes to bad guys, it has to be Senior Tom. At most, he just violated school rules, while Senior Tom can only be described as a synonym for lawlessness.
They secretly connected to the FiloNet.
This is probably just as egregious as stealing electricity in the Muggle world.
"Your senior isn't a good person."
Lupin gave a vague reminder in a heavy voice. Whenever he thought of the person who had walked out of here, he felt an overwhelming sadness at the passing of his companions.
"What a coincidence."
Ian's answer was concise and to the point.
Lupin couldn't help but glance at him several times. He led Ian back to his dark room and headed towards the wall he had blocked with clutter.
All I saw was...
Lupin used his wand to move aside the clutter piled up in the room, then gently tapped the wall with his wand, and the seemingly flat wall began to rotate, just like the walls of the Leaky Cauldron.
The wall is deformed.
It's not simply a matter of sliding or pushing.
Instead, it gradually disappears in an elegant and magical way, as if the space itself is being rewoven, revealing the secret hiding place behind it.
It was a somewhat dilapidated fireplace, still retaining some warmth. Ian figured it was probably because Lupin had used this FlooNet tunnel to buy Wolfsbane-flavored potions in Knockturn Alley before.
"How did you find this place?" Ian asked curiously as he examined the wall where the fireplace was hidden. The magical traces on it were quite profound and difficult to discern.
He wasn't underestimating Lupin's abilities, but rather that something so obviously made by Tom in the later stages couldn't possibly be discovered by a dejected werewolf so easily.
"The information Dumbledore told me."
Lupin's answer also confirmed Ian's suspicions. Ordinary wizards couldn't discover what Tom was hiding, but it was different if it were the old headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
"You've never used FlooNet before, have you?" Lupin saw the little wizard's eager look and analyzed Ian's situation. He chuckled and took out a small cloth bag.
Life is full of first times.
A flawless version after careful inspection!
He uttered a profound statement, then pointed his wand at the fireplace. Without even chanting a spell, a small, ever-growing flame ignited in the fireplace.
Between the flickering flames.
The flames quickly filled the entire interior of the fireplace.
"This is an incendiary spell. I used a silent casting technique, which you might learn in your later years," Lupin said to the young wizard with no small amount of pride.
He might have become a teacher in the original timeline, perhaps because he had a penchant for teaching.
"That's amazing."
Ian, the drummer, provided emotional value to the other party.
Lupin's mood visibly improved.
"Study hard, little guy." With a chuckle, Lupin pulled a small amount of powder from his little bag and threw the glittering powder directly into the burning fireplace.
"Phew~"
For an instant.
Amidst the rising flames.
As if painted with an unusual color, the flames in the fireplace turned emerald green in an instant, and the flames even shot up to a height of more than a person.
"The key to using FlooNet is to speak clearly enough, be careful not to get choked by the dust that splashes up, and don't move around unnecessarily while using it."
"If you feel dizzy during the process, don't panic. That's normal. Some people just experience that..." Lupin continued to instruct the young wizard on how to use it.
This attempt at being a know-it-all proved quite effective; Ian focused intently and diligently memorized every detail. However, just as Ian was about to recite the seven or eight rules of usage...
"Of course, this fireplace is special; it can only teleport to a specific location, so shouting won't make a difference." Lupin's final summary almost broke Ian's composure.
He almost pulled out his notebook to write down Lu Ping's name.
"I'll give you a demonstration first, and then I'll go over there to meet you." Lupin probably sensed the young wizard's unfriendly gaze, so he immediately chuckled dryly and rushed into the fireplace.
"Hogwarts!"
He shouted out the name of the school that held the happiest memories of his life.
next moment.
With a whoosh, and as the flames flickered, Lupin, whom Ian had been watching, vanished from the room, leaving only him and the flickering flames in the dimly lit space.
Since Lupin had already teleported away, the flames returned to their normal color and immediately shrank considerably, becoming a normal fireplace fire again.
"interesting."
Ian was analyzing the principles behind FlooNet's operation. Of course, to understand the underlying logic of FlooNet's structure, he would need to experience it firsthand.
"A dreamlike illusion!"
Ian grabbed the small cloth bag Lupin had left behind, threw in some glittering powder, and after seeing the flames change color, he carefully collected the remaining Floo Powder before stepping inside.
This was an experience Ian had never had before, completely different from Apparition. He could see flames surging around him, but instead of burning pain, they were very warm.
The hot winds even blew up Ian's robes, and the comfort was like entering a pleasant tourist area, except that everything around him looked hazy in the firelight.
The scenery is spinning.
It wasn't particularly intense.
The whistling sound was a bit harsh, and it also made Ian feel a bit swollen in his ears, which reminded him of the experience of taking off when he was on a plane.
Ian strained to look outside.
A series of fireplaces and rooms flashed in the distorted chaos, representing private family environments connected to the Floo Network. Ian's actions at this moment amounted to illegally smuggling himself across the Floo Network.
"Not having a nose doesn't mean you're not multi-talented."
Ian sincerely praised the legacy left by Tom.
As the scene outside gradually calmed down, he found himself in an extremely dark shop, or more precisely, in front of the stone fireplace of a spacious but dimly lit wizard shop.
"Feeling pretty good, right?"
Lupin was already waiting for him there. Perhaps finding the young wizard not as disheveled as he had imagined, he asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"good."
Ian glanced around and, just as he had thought, the fireplace in Tom's room led to the Borgin-Bock Magic Shop, located in Knockturn Alley.
Everything displayed in the surrounding showcases was contraband. On a cushion inside a glass case lay a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained playing cards, and a lifeless glass eyeball. A grotesque mask stared down at the courtyard from the wall, and various human bones were displayed on the counter.
Those serrated, rusty, and bloodstained jagged, tooth-like instruments hanging from the ceiling looked like some kind of extremely gruesome torture device.
"That's scary, isn't it?"
Lupin also noticed the little wizard's gaze.
"Um."
Ian nodded and looked behind the counter in front of him, where an old man sat without even looking up at them, as if he was used to people coming out of his fireplace.
"Can I buy some?"
Ian's apparent interest surprised Lupin somewhat.
In Lupin's view...
Most young wizards, upon seeing the goods in this shop, would at least turn pale, if not burst into tears. How come the young wizard in front of me has such a rosy complexion?
I feel a little excited?
"These things aren't for kids. If you're not careful, you could get cursed on them." Lupin pulled Ian away.
However, Ian reluctantly broke free from Lupin's grasp.
"I am an alchemist even Professor Nick acknowledges! Of course, I won't be influenced or corrupted by the magic mentioned above, and I will view these dark magic items with a critical eye!"
Ian spoke with righteous indignation. He picked up a still-moving severed arm and thought of the black-robed skeleton under his bed. He wondered if this kind of black magic severed arm could be attached to the black-robed skeleton.
"Perhaps it's unlikely."
Ian thought of the black-robed skeleton's "magic immunity" property, so he put down the severed arm he was holding and picked up an eyeball that he might be able to put under the Dementor's eyelids.
Lupin watched Ian's behavior with a bit of a speechlessness, and for a moment he didn't dare to leave the shop first. He also knew that Ian had been tinkering with and learning alchemy in his room recently.
"These are all contraband items prohibited by the Ministry of Magic."
Lupin sighed, attempting to intimidate Ian with the law.
"I don't need it."
Ian blinked.
He held up the only eyeball on the display case and looked at the cashier counter. The eyeball would even move on its own as he held it up, staring at Ian with its bloodshot pupils.
"Boss, do you have a second one of these?" The eyeball did indeed have some curses attached to it, but Ian had temporarily isolated them with magic.
This move probably surprised the shop owner as well.
"Little brat, a poor wretch like you, and your poor parents, can't afford to buy it." The somewhat hunchbacked old man straightened his slicked-back hair with his hand.
He made no attempt to hide his true feelings.
Merchants know how to treat people differently based on their status. Seeing the down-on-his-luck werewolf standing next to Ian, Borgin Burke could roughly tell that the young wizard probably didn't have much purchasing power.
of course.
This time, he really misjudged the situation.
"Um?"
Ian looked down at his waist and, sure enough, his coat was covering his identity symbol. He quickly pulled his coat aside to reveal a long bunch of keys.
"Jingle bells~!"
The crisp sound was quite pleasant to hear.
"Open your dog eyes and take another look." Ian's words were also sharp. If someone respects him a lot, he will respect them even more. If someone offends him even a little, he is used to returning the favor a thousandfold.
"Don't cause any trouble!"
Seeing that Ian dared to confront the dark wizard of Diagon Alley, Lupin immediately tensed up. He instinctively grabbed his wand, fearing that the enraged Borgin Burke would attack.
"He's just a kid, sorry, please don't take it to heart." Lupin's tone was timid, but he had no choice; not every Gryffindor graduate could be so reckless.
Knockout Alley!
This is someone else's territory, and they have so many dark magic items. Even a group of Aurors would probably be doomed if they came. Lupin, looking uneasy, felt that he and the little wizard were probably going to die soon.
"what?"
however.
The imagined attack did not occur. Bokin Burke, who had been scolded, frowned slightly at first, but his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the key on Ian's waist.
As a black market dealer who had been entrenched in Knockturn Alley for many years, Borgin Burke was well-informed about everything that happened in the wizarding world, which was why he was always able to evade the Ministry of Magic's inspections.
Therefore.
Upon seeing the shop keys on Ian's waist—keys that should belong to more than a dozen pure-blood families—Bogin Burke immediately connected them to the major events that had recently occurred.
"I'm sorry, I really underestimated you. I should be the one apologizing to you." He put on his pince-nez glasses and said in a very sincere tone.
"what?"
Lupin's brain seemed to freeze.
The Borgin-Bock he knew was definitely not so easy to talk to.
Even dark wizards fear Borgin Burke, which shows just how formidable he is. Someone who has been able to run a shop in Knockturn Alley for so many years cannot rely on reputation alone.
"Your attitude has me completely baffled..." Ian, sensing Lupin's surprised and uncertain gaze, also looked at Borgin-Bock with a somewhat strange expression. He truly hadn't expected Borgin-Bock to have such a sudden change in attitude; the prepared "crooked-mouthed dragon king" scenario was now impossible to stage.
"Any intelligent person who has learned what you have done would be humble enough in your presence..." Bokin Burke even bowed slightly.
"What did you do?"
Lupin couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"I also want to know what I did to make him still have a slight fear of me." Ian's eyes twitched; he had already noticed Borgin Burke's rather obvious emotions.
"I'm very good at choosing sides, so you don't need to pretend in front of me. Anyone with eyes can see what you're up to... Perhaps you don't trust this... werewolf bodyguard beside you?" Bokin Burke spoke slowly and deliberately, his eyes sharp, and he saw through Lupin's identity at a glance.
of course.
It's also possible that the wolfsbane medicine Lupin bought earlier was distributed from him.
"I'm not a bodyguard! Which eye of yours saw me as a bodyguard?" Lu Ping was flustered when his identity was exposed, but he still subconsciously refuted it.
"That's right, Mr. Lupin isn't a bodyguard, he's my nanny." Ian was also speaking up for Lupin, but Lupin felt that it would have been better if he hadn't said anything at all.
"..."
The down-on-his-luck werewolf wanted to argue.
but.
Thinking of Dumbledore's meticulous instructions.
He was somewhat surprised.
I feel... kind of like a babysitter who was assigned to monitor the young wizard.
"Oh, even with such a henchman, you still didn't trust him, and didn't reveal your plans to him?" Bogin Burke's tone was somewhat surprised.
He didn't know what kind of misunderstanding was going on.
"I feel that your choice of words and your way of thinking... aren't they a little strange? Perhaps you know something about me that I myself don't even know?"
Ian lowered the eyeball from his hand.
He absolutely refused to believe that his secret plan to build a money printing machine had been discovered.
"If you don't want to be exposed, I naturally won't say anything more... If you like that eyeball, I do have another one here, I'll give you both."
talking.
Bokin Burke took out a box and handed it to Ian with a rather humble air. Although Ian was still completely confused, he certainly wouldn't let go of something that could be bought for free.
"Thanks."
He also demonstrated his politeness.
Just as Ian got the eyeball, while Lupin was still in a daze, he grabbed the down-on-his-luck werewolf and ran outside, afraid that Bojin Burke might change his mind at any moment.
"I hope that next time we meet, you will choose to accept a fickle person like me... the destined-to-be-great Mr. Ian Grindelwald Dumbledore Ambrose Prince."
The voice behind him, hoarse, called out softly.
However, every sound reached my ears.
"I knew it was those guys spreading rumors even after they got home!" Ian was so angry that his hair almost stood on end, and his wand even started to glow faintly as he sensed his emotions.
"What did he call you?!"
Lupin also stopped at the gate.
His body was stiff.
The machine turned its neck to look at the little wizard.
A tidal wave surged within me.
[P.S.: Last night, I stayed up all night, failed, and even overslept. You guys keep track of the numbers. I'll make up for the rest starting the day after tomorrow, double the amount.]
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