Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 76 75: With such a talent, why worry about the rise of Death Eaters?
I thought the disappearance of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher on the first day was a ridiculous development, but who knew that the small Hogwarts actually had a master.

The righteous Auror descendant who was calling Aurora an evil witch party and a bad woman yesterday, now gave Ian a big shock!

"My Hogwarts life doesn't need to be so exciting!" Ian got up and rushed to the bathroom to wash his face, still unable to recover from today's daily experience.

William followed into the bathroom with a panicked look on his face. He just stood behind Ian, at a loss, and cried out in an aggrieved tone, "Really, Ian, you must save me. My father didn't say anything, but my mother has given my room to my brother to sleep in."

William's words became more and more outrageous.

"Isn't your mother a Muggle?" Ian remembered the self-introduction in the dormitory at the beginning of the school year. William's mother should be just a Muggle who is responsible for taking care of all the household affairs.

How could I possibly go crazy along with a radical wizard?
"My mother's name is Selma Goering."

He saw that Ian didn't respond.

He continued.

"Anyway, I really didn't lie to you. My mother hid in the wizarding world because of the decline of her family. She was able to control my father because of his extreme personality."

"My father's hands were chopped off by her three times."

There was an obvious crying tone in the green-haired boy's voice.

"If I hadn't joined you, my family would have beaten me to death. As my grandfather said last night, they would have treated me as a loser who couldn't seize opportunities like me."

"Even if an owl rides on a broomstick, it won't bring you news so quickly." Ian began to brush his teeth speechlessly. William, who was standing behind him in the mirror, had a bitter face.

"I have my grandfather's alchemical tool at home, it's a small box... I always thought it was the communicator of the German Aurors." William said as he ran back to his bed and took the small gadget into the bathroom. Ian originally wanted to close the door with his foot, but William, who was running very fast, still squeezed in through the gap.

"I need to pee."

Ian's mouth was still bubbling. The mint mouthwash he bought in Hogsmeade was much better than the toothpaste he brought from the Muggle world.

In some respects, the wizarding world seems to be very backward, as if it has not kept up with the pace of development, but there are also some areas that the Muggle world may not be able to achieve even after a few decades.

Everyone has their own strengths.

"Just spread yours, it's okay, mine is much smaller than yours." William didn't know when he started the secret observation, and his mind was now completely focused on showing off his alchemical communicator.

It was a palm-sized thing that looked like a medicine box. After William fiddled with it for some reason, he was able to create some lines by moving the small pills inside.

The lines will disappear soon after they appear.

"What is this?" Ian didn't dare to bet on his roommate's moral integrity. He felt that he could hold it in for a while. The little gadget William brought over did attract his attention.

[Ancient Alchemy (Level 1 76/100)

It's not that he hasn't studied Teacher Mara's alchemy teaching, but the systematic knowledge he is learning now is obviously different from the technology used by William's little box.

"Transmission password?"

Ian could only speak half-thought and half-guessingly. Seeing this little alchemical creation with a spy-like style, the look he gave William began to become strange.

I’m afraid the composition of this family is quite complicated!

as predicted.

William nodded. "Yes, I always thought this was a standard feature of German Aurors. It is an auxiliary tool that can be used to contact companions when performing tasks."

"My father works at the British Ministry of Magic, and he doesn't have this thing... When I was a kid, I was wondering why the German Aurors' equipment was so much ahead of ours in the UK."

It was not difficult to tell from William's sad expression that this was obviously not the standard behavior of Aurors. He did not say it explicitly, but Ian had already understood what he meant.

"Your grandfather was actually a Wiccan spy?" Ian asked tentatively. William, who was crowded in the bathroom, opened his eyes wide and corrected Ian's words.

"Shouldn't we call ourselves glorious saints? The Wu Party is too easy to be misunderstood." This guy is really shameless.

It was clear that he was the first one to call me a witch yesterday. "I'm not a saint." Ian's words made William's eyes widen again, and he became a little panicked. He grabbed Ian's arm and started begging.

"Don't lie to me. You are so familiar with little Lord Grindelwald. You must be a new saint who has been trained since childhood. In the future, you will be the right-hand man of little Lord Grindelwald."

"My grandfather said you would be the core of power." William wrapped himself in the quilt into a ball last night, and it seemed that he had been secretly communicating with his family all night.

He called everyone "adult" fluently.

There does seem to be something in the genes passed down from our ancestors.

"I remember you said last night that your family told you how bad Grindelwald was?" Ian couldn't pull his arm free from William's grasp.

"Yes, he told me the story of Grindelwald when I was a child. I thought it was a fable and a warning, but the truth is that they were just reminiscing about their glory days."

William looked like his worldview had collapsed and he had no desire to live. It seemed that he had been hit hard, after all, the "they" in his words had already explained who was the outlier in the family.

"I don't think you are fit to be a saint..." Ian patted William on the shoulder very sincerely. Born in such a family, he was able to develop the "correct" values ​​before today.

If this isn’t talent, then what is talent?
"No, I want to be a saint. I almost didn't sleep the whole night last night." As if he was afraid that Ian would think that he was not a saint, he eagerly added an introduction to his family background.

"Although my father is an Auror at the Ministry of Magic, he has always secretly informed those people in Knockturn Alley."

"My mother told me last night that I shouldn't feel any psychological pressure because they are not righteous people. I was wondering why my family suddenly had the money to buy me a magic wand."

William lowered his voice for fear that Michael outside would hear it.

Good guy!
This family is really keen on being spies!

Even though they have fallen to this point, they still have to create conditions to become spies even if they don't have the conditions?

"You didn't find out about your family's situation until last night? Also, couldn't your grandfather recommend you?" Ian seemed to have gotten to know his roommate all over again.

"Originally, they thought I had the potential to be the first good person in the family. Then, after they heard about you last night, they no longer planned to let me be the first good person in the family."

"My grandfather was indeed a spy in the service of the Saints..."

William hesitated for a moment before speaking with an extremely difficult expression.

"But due to his lack of magical attainments, he did not join the ranks of saints as he wished, so now he is counting on me to complete his lifelong pursuit..."

He was actually a die-hard fan without any official status, who was motivated by love? It was hard to imagine how crazy the wizards in Europe were in those years.

"I will try to write a letter of recommendation for you, but I'm not sure if it will be helpful. I'm really not some new generation saint. Aurora and I are just like-minded friends."

"I don't think she looks like she wants to recruit any new saints."

Ian said as he pushed William out of the bathroom.

Snapped.

He closed the bathroom door.

"Thank you, Ian, your letter of recommendation will definitely come in handy!" William seemed to be still standing at the door of the bathroom, his tone excited, as if he had regained his energy.

Separated by a door.

The sound seemed very close.

William is still thanking.

Ian has trouble peeing...

(End of this chapter)