Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 163 Chapter 162: Impossible Subversion!
Resisting the urge to go back and cast a [Twilight Spell] on Borgin and Burke, Ian quickened his pace and left. Lupin, who followed behind him, still had a dazed expression on his face.

Two people were walking through Knockturn Alley.

They walked side by side through the narrow and winding alleys, with bumpy cobblestone roads under their feet and dilapidated houses and dark shops on both sides, each of which exuded an indescribable weird atmosphere.

Ian, feeling depressed, remained silent.

After hesitating several times, Lupin finally couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"Is your bloodline really... so... incredible?" Lupin had really used up all his euphemisms, and even looked a little cautious.

How could he not be careful?

Such explosive news.

If Lupin had not constantly flashed Ian's "gift" from the Holy Family in his mind, he would never have believed such absurd and outrageous horror information.

However, as someone who had personally witnessed Ian acquiring a large piece of shops in Diagon Alley from the Holy Family, after a brief connection, he immediately felt that everything seemed to make sense.

If the little wizard next to him was really Ian Grindelwald Dumbledore Ambrosius Prince, it would make sense that a group of holy families and even senior dark wizards would attach so much importance to him.

Facing Lupin's increasingly strange gaze.

The little wizard glanced sideways.

"Only a fool would believe such a ridiculous thing. Are you a fool, senior?" He directly gave Lupin a choice that he was doomed to never nod in agreement.

"But you said that people at school call you Ian Dumbledore..." Lupin's suspicious words came to an abrupt end because the little wizard had put his hands on his waist.

He was not afraid of a first-year wizard taking out a wand, but he was worried about a potion genius taking out strange potions. The combat power of an alchemist and a potion master was not just based on the magic they possessed.

"That's just a title. Do you know what a title is?" Ian already regretted deceiving Lupin before. He also didn't expect that his classmates would not forget to spread rumors about him after returning home.

"Okay, let's drop this topic here." Lupin nodded and followed Ian's suggestion, but his eyes, which still glanced at Ian from time to time, were still somewhat conspicuous.

There is no way to clear himself of the mistake. As a Gryffindor with a very typical "adventurous" spirit, Lupin is subconsciously more willing to believe in bizarre possibilities.

"I'm really impressed by those big mouths. As expected, dumb classmates are more desirable than dumb brides." Ian vented his frustration on the garbage everywhere on the street. He kicked a small can away and kicked away a malicious cat with two feet - the cat was probably an illegal Animagus black wizard.

As an outlaw area in the British wizarding world and a place where the laws of the Ministry of Magic are difficult to enforce, Knockturn Alley is not only unattended, but is also home to the most lawless dark wizards in the UK.

These people might be like rats crossing the street outside, but they are quite proud in Knockturn Alley. Ian has already sensed more than a dozen malicious gazes around him.

Some are hidden in the houses, and some are on the streets. The black-robed wizards who come and go with their faces covered always pay more attention to the little wizards who may have lost their way here.

after all.

The little wizard's body is full of treasures. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are all rare black magic materials. Especially after the little wizard has been tortured in every way, they are essential for many powerful black magic materials.

According to incomplete statistics from the Ministry of Magic, there are several little wizards who disappear in Diagon Alley every year, especially those who did not receive the protection of Hogwarts and chose traditional family education.

If there had not been an adult wizard of unknown strength next to Ian, the malice hidden in the confidence of the dark wizards coming and going would have been exposed.

of course.

That might be the scene Ian wanted to see.

The dark wizards are in need of young wizards for their experiments.

Didn't he also want to capture a few dark wizards for experiments?
"Let's hurry to Diagon Alley. The environment here is too smoky and dirty." Lupin was also alert to his surroundings and pointed out the direction of Diagon Alley to Ian.

This is also a very strange thing about the wizarding world.

The country's largest gathering place for dark wizards is right next to the country's most prosperous wizarding shopping street, separated only by a wall. The irony is obvious.

"It's so chaotic because no one is in charge."

Ian gave his answer but did not go in the direction Lupin pointed. He looked around. There were dilapidated houses all around and several shop signs were crumbling.

It was obvious that this was not a place where serious business was done. The last time Ian saw a shop like this was in his previous life. Those were shabby but mysterious places that would light up with pink lights on time at night.

"Aurors come to Knockturn Alley regularly to carry out cleanup, but this operation has been going on for hundreds of years and there is still no effect!" Lupin's tone showed some indignation.

He may be much older than Ian, and has a lot of social experience and experience, but his years of wandering obviously still haven't made him understand that the world is not black and white.

This is not a disadvantage.

It is the unique "innocence" of Gryffindor students, or it can be said to be their expectation for this world. They are not willing to accept that the color of this world is a delicate gray.

"Aurors are also human beings, and the Ministry of Magic is also an organization composed of human beings. Who can guarantee that they will not need to use Knockturn Alley?" Ian did not think that the Ministry of Magic was really incapable of eradicating Knockturn Alley.

sometimes.

It’s not about whether the Ministry of Magic can manage Knockturn Alley, but that the wizards have acquiesced to the existence of Knockturn Alley, so Knockturn Alley has taken root here for so many years.

After all, every family has some demand for illegal items.

Even the Weasley family is the same. Where there is light, there is darkness. This sentence is true whether in the world of Muggles or in the magical world of wizards.

Although the Ministry of Magic strictly prohibits the trade of various black magic and black magic items, for wizards, these things are sometimes an indispensable and urgent need for them.

Knockturn Alley is the truest manifestation of the idea that existence is reasonable.

"Ah."

Lupin didn't quite agree with Ian's opinion, but he had no right to refute it. As a poor werewolf, he could only go to Knockturn Alley if he wanted to buy cheap wolfsbane potion. Galleons could buy almost everything in existence here, and whether the things he bought were authentic depended entirely on his luck and eyesight.

"Do you want to buy other dark magic items?" Lupin frowned when he saw Ian going deeper into Knockturn Alley, but he did not mention telling Albus Dumbledore about it.

Looking back, my little reports these days have never had any effect.

Think again about what just happened.

He felt that he gradually understood everything.

"I want to find out if there are other werewolves hiding here." Ian was not interested in poor quality black magic items. If he really wanted to own some black magic props, he could do it himself.

"What do you want to do with them?"

Lupin followed the young wizard closely, his face becoming a little serious. Although most werewolves were not good people, he didn't want to see those pitiful guys encounter even more pitiful things.

"Of course, I'm looking for a good werewolf who is willing to help me and has a forward-looking vision. Everything is for my Ian version of the wolfsbane potion."

Ian answered honestly.

"I won't help you catch a werewolf."

Lupin reminded Ian.

"Ah."

This time it was the little wizard who chuckled.

"Golden Galleons can buy everything."

He expressed the ideas he has always believed in.

"You are so naive. Gold Galleons will only hasten the death of a little fellow like you. Don't you know that rich people often disappear along with their money in this area?"

"You may be extremely talented and have noble blood, but potential does not represent your future achievements. If I really meet a tough guy, I may not even be able to protect myself." Lupin felt that the little wizard might not understand the cruelty of this world, so he warned the little wizard again.

to be frank.

He really wanted to forcibly pull the ignorant little wizard away from Knockturn Alley, but the little wizard was more slippery than a loach. Whenever he wanted to pick up the little wizard, the little wizard would always predict and dodge.

"We agreed not to mention that rumor again."

Ian rolled his eyes.

He led the vigilant Lupin, who was looking around, to an area in Knockturn Alley where few people visited. He felt that if there were werewolves in Knockturn Alley, they would definitely be hiding in the most remote area.

Most dark wizards also reject and fear this group.

"How do you know that werewolves live here? Have you made plans for today in advance?" Suddenly, Lupin looked at a dilapidated street not far away.

Broken and damaged houses can be seen almost everywhere and no one has repaired them.

Even the ground was covered with weeds.

"So, did I find the right place?" Ian got some information from Lupin's reaction. It was obvious that Lupin did know where the werewolves gathered in Knockturn Alley.

It’s just that this poor werewolf didn’t want to tell him before.

"Not every werewolf is as easy to get along with as I am. Most werewolves have the worst personalities you can imagine." Lupin tried again to stop the little wizard from moving forward.

however.

He found that his hand had only caught a wisp of phantom that drifted away in the wind.

"when!?"

Lupin looked at his empty hands in astonishment.

"This is called Mirror Flower and Water Moon, just a magic trick. It's not difficult to cast a spell silently when you grab the magic wand... I think my strength is pretty good."

Ian's figure suddenly appeared behind Lupin.

Startled, Lupin looked back.

I saw.

The little wizard got an ice cream from somewhere and was eating it fiercely. He even held a piece of ice cream in his mouth while talking.

"You... eat alone?" Lupin originally wanted to exclaim about the "nightmare" bloodline, but the words were abruptly replaced by other slightly resentful words when they came to his lips.

It is now midsummer.

The sun in the sky is extremely scorching.

He had long wanted to drink some water or eat some ice cubes.

"This is the ice cream that a weird uncle just treated me to. You can also go find your own weird uncle. Of course, remember that only when you stuff his head into his ass will he give you a sweet ice cream without any other condiments. Otherwise, you will only get a hypnotic drug in the shape of an ice cream."

Ian seriously gave Lupin some advice on how to get ice cream in the form of "rule weirdness".

Lupin's pupils shrank slightly when he heard his words.

"Is that ice cream on your robe?" Lupin saw that the end of Ian's robe was a little dirty, and he suspected that it was the blood of a dark wizard that the little wizard "accidentally" stained. "No, it was the tears shed by the strange uncle when he confessed."

Ian blinked.

His understatement made it difficult for Lupin to tell the truth from the false. To be honest, Lupin suspected that it was brain matter stained with blood, but he could not get close to the little wizard and could not get any evidence.

"Did you kill someone?"

Lupin had to re-examine the child that Dumbledore "entrusted" to him to take care of. Whether from the perspective of strength or from other perspectives, he felt that he might have some deviations in his understanding of Ian.

"He's still alive."

Ian responded with a smile though.

But his somewhat bland voice still made Lupin think deeply about it.

And just when Lupin's scalp was tingling.

"Whoosh~"

An extremely sudden spell shot out from a hidden corner and flew straight towards Lupin, who seemed to be a big threat. As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Lupin reacted quite quickly.

He directly used the best skill to avoid the curse - donkey rolling.

Lupin rushed forward and rolled over. He looked quite embarrassed, but he did avoid the attack from the hidden corner.

"Split into pieces!"

Lupin's counterattack was also very swift. He aimed the Eiffel Tower at the building where a wizard was hiding, and the house, which was already of poor quality, collapsed into ruins in an instant.

The space inside was completely buried by broken stones.

"I told you you shouldn't come here! Take out your wand quickly! Some werewolves have gone crazy!" Lupin was not sure whether the wizards inside were buried.

He stared at the direction of the ruins and shouted loudly to Ian behind him.

however.

Lupin received no response from behind him.

"I don't think he's crazy."

Just when Lupin thought that the little wizard had been attacked and quickly turned around to look, he was suddenly stunned to find that the little wizard was walking out from the ruins of the house.

"And he was very alert and almost discovered me." It was the little wizard who had changed his clothes at some point and was now holding a motionless foot with one hand.

He was dragging an unconscious man, or rather a werewolf covered in hair.

"Which one of you is the real one?!" Lupin widened his eyes and looked back in disbelief. Sure enough, the Ian who had just communicated with him had turned into a wisp of green smoke.

"If I tell you, can my magic still be called Mirror Flower and Water Moon? Do you know what vigilance is? We are in Knockturn Alley." Ian refused to answer Lupin's question with confidence.

"There's something wrong with this guy."

Ian didn't wait for Lupin to speak again, he just threw the unconscious werewolf forward. Seeing the guy in werewolf form, Lupin frowned.

"Indeed... tonight is the night of the full moon... have you stimulated his spirit?" Lupin squatted down with a serious expression and checked the werewolf's condition.

"Does reading his memories count?"

Ian tilted his head, somewhat unsure.

"You also know Legilimency!?"

Lupin couldn't remember how many times he had exclaimed today.

"They all call me a natural Legilimency." Ian didn't want to show off, but the opportunity was given to him, so the culprit who made him show off should be Lupin.

"..."

Lupin fell silent upon hearing this.

His mouth opened.

Nothing was said.

However, the thoughts in my mind couldn't be suppressed.

"As expected... the strongest hybrid."

A thousand words.

In the end, it just came down to one sigh.

"Crack~"

Lupin, who was still a little shocked, found himself slapped in the face in surprise, as if something invisible in the air jumped up and hit him.

"Is this also fake?"

Lupin's face didn't seem to hurt much.

But this didn't stop him from feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"True or false, false or true, we are in Knockturn Alley."

Ian, who was still there in front, spoke in a deep tone.

"Aren't you being a little too cautious..."

Lupin's eye twitched.

He had no idea where to look.

"maybe."

Ian, who was sitting opposite Lupin, turned into a piece of wood, and then another Ian walked out of a room. Lupin bet his hair that this one was definitely not a real person.

and.

What made Lupin burst into tears was that he gradually discovered a fact: every time he realized that a certain Ian was fake, the fake Ian would be eliminated and a new "Ian" would appear.

"You're defending me too?"

There was perhaps a hint of disbelief in Lupin's words.

But more of it is obviously resentment.

"How could that be, senior? You're just overthinking it..." Ian, who had just walked out, rolled his eyes speechlessly, squatted down, took out a large syringe and started drawing blood from the werewolf.

Lupin did not stop.

After all, the werewolf's magic was meant to kill him.

"If you hadn't completely angered him, he wouldn't have transformed into a werewolf outside of the full moon night. I think they might have found some way to transform themselves."

Lupin frowned and spoke.

His tone was determined.

After all, no one understands werewolves better than him.

"They did find some way to transform themselves..." Ian's pupils flickered slightly, and his words made Lupin's expression gradually become solemn.

"A potion?"

He made a guess.

The little wizard's nod confirmed his guess.

"Is there anyone else who can make this kind of potion? Could it be that your uncle is secretly conducting some evil experiment in Knockturn Alley?" A worried look appeared on Lupin's face.

He made no secret of his opinion of Snape.

"I wish it was my good uncle."

Ian sighed heavily.

He put away the syringe.

Then he looked up at Lupin.

"I will communicate this matter with Headmaster Dumbledore."

The little wizard's words made Lupin look extremely surprised.

"Do you know who it is?"

Lupin's eyes were fixed on Ian.

"If you look through his memories, you'll hear a name..." Ian didn't want to say more, but Lupin was obviously the type who wouldn't give up until he got an answer.

"I also know Legilimency."

As he spoke, he immediately began to cast magic - perhaps Lupin's skills in Legilimency were not very proficient, but his level was still better than that of most Hogwarts graduates.

There are no mediocrity in the Order of the Phoenix.

Using Legilimency on an unconscious werewolf was not a difficult task for Lupin.

I saw.

After a while.

Lupin's eyes widened in horror.

"This is impossible!"

He apparently saw information in the werewolf's memory that he couldn't believe.

[ps: And, one day, miscellaneous things.]

(End of this chapter)